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High School

"I don't understand," She says quietly as she rests her head back on her locker, "we're supposed to hate each other. It's destined for werewolves and vampires to hate each other. Why are we so different?" She asks, her face wet with tears. It was all confusing her so much, it was overflowing and she had to ask the question. Even if he didn't know the answer she was just glad she asked.
 
"I wish I could tell you," He says quietly, his stomach in a knot. He looks at her, the tears still falling onto her face. "But I don't know." He inches closer to her and wraps his arm around her, letting her lean her head on his shoulder. He sits there like that with her for a few minutes, not knowing what to say. "I wish I knew..."
 
She didn't know what to say, she just sat there with her head on his shoulder and she felt better. Her tears stopped and she sighs, maybe they'd never know what was so confusing about them. They'd never know why they chose to rebel against their families and be friends, not caring about what they said or did. Maybe she liked it that way, it added a bit more mystery to her life, but sometimes mystery can be a bad thing.
 
"Do you know what Emery means?" He asks her, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, using his thumb to gently stroke her shoulder. Soon people would be arriving in school, but he was treasuring the moment with her. Why was he even having a moment with her? Why was he friends with a werewolf? Everything that he had ever been told about werewolves meant nothing to him.
 
She shakes her head, "No." She says and picks up her head, looking over at him. She was quite curious, actually. It was a unique name, and unique names nearly always have a meaning. Unlike hers, 'Leela', she didn't even know where that came from. She knows her dad named her that, that's why he calls her LaLa, but she doesn't know if she was named after somebody or what.
 
He stares ahead at the wall, every so often looking at Leela out of the corner of his eye. "Well firstly, a corundum is a sort of crystal, or a mineral, I forget sometimes. It's supposed to be quite beautiful." He knows that Leela is probably confused right now, what did a corundum have to do with his name? He continues; "and an emery, is a greyish black form of corundum, that contains impurities. Flaws."
 
"Flaws are my favorite parts of people." she says and stands up. She looks down at Emery and smiles. "They make me remember that nobody can be perfect, and anybody who pretends to be is fooling themselves." She looks at the door to see people showing up, then checks her phone to see that it was 7:48.
 
Emery stands up and leans against his locker, avoiding the gazes of the people who looked at his bruise. He opens his locker and gets out his English textbook before closing it again, then turning to look at Leela, but noticing, in the corner of his eye, Harley glaring at her. He pokes Leela discretely and nods his head in Harley's direction.
 
Leela groans and throws her head back, then walks over to her. "What is your problem? Can him and I not be friends?" She asks Harley and Harley crosses her arms. "Friends? Then explain to me, why were you BOTH gone yesterday?" She asks, making Leela roll her eyes. "Could it not have been a coincidence? I was in my house all day waiting for my dad to get back from a hunting trip." says Leela and Harley huffs. "Yeah, right. Now explain why you're wearing his jacket." Harley says and Leela growls a bit. "I can't believe you're letting him come between us, Harley. The only reason you even like him is because he's attractive, you know absolutely nothing about him." Leela says and turns around to walk back to Emery. "Don't sit with us at lunch!" Harley yells after her, making Leela stop and turn around. Leela spreads her arms out and shakes her head. "Wouldn't dream of it, hon."
 
Emery chuckles to himself when she says that, and leans against his locker with his hands in his pocket. "Ouch. That was a little harsh, don't you think?" He wasn't so happy that he was coming in between their friendship, but if Harley was going to act like that purely because Leela was friends with him, then she didn't deserve to be friends with Leela. "You can sit with me, I won't say no." He wanted to sit with Leela, ignoring the conflicting feelings in his stomach. If his father hit him once for smelling like a werewolf, whats to say he wouldn't do it again? Or worse?
 
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Leela smiles at Emery and shrugs. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me.. Again." She says and bites her lip. She was worried about him, why would he keep hanging out with her if his parents were going to react so badly? Why was he trying so hard to disobey them? Everything was going to get worse, and she wouldn't be able to live with herself if things go very bad.
 
"I can take it." Emery shrugs his shoulders. He knew he should care that he was being a disgrace to the family, but he just didn't. There was a hunger in him that wanted to befriend this girl, there was something about her that he needed to experience, and if he had to disobey his family to do that, then he would. "And besides, I like you." He says and smirks, just as the bell goes for English.
 
Leela raises her eyebrows. "I swear, if you get hurt again I'll kill you." She says, a smile popping onto her face as she starts walking towards English. "But if it counts. I like you too." She says, turning around while she walks to wink at him. She didn't know what it was about Emery, but there was just something that pulled her closer to him.
 
Emery laughs slightly while he walks with her to English, watching her as she walked, he was deep in thought. What lengths would his father go to, to stop Emery from being such a disgrace? If word ever travelled beyond their family that the middle child was mixing with a werwolf, and killing people at the same time, who would it be that came to teach him a lesson? And who would protect him if he did? He was overthinking things, his father would never let this out of the family, too afraid of letting everyone know that his son was such a wasted soul. Emery sits down in his seat and slouches in his chair, his eyes trained straight ahead.
 
Leela stifles a yawn as she sits down next to Emery this day, she takes off the jacket he gave her and laid it on the table. She then rests her head on it and digs her face into it, she was so tired. She had slept the night before, but she never got good sleep as a wolf and she was always sore after the full moon, making her even more sleepy. She took this opportunity to think about her father. Where was he at the moment? Had he went home and calmed down? Was he still out there in the woods? Leela then decides if he isn't home when she gets there she'd go look for him.
 
Emery pushes the thoughts away from his head as the lesson progresses, some boring reading lesson where the teacher read to the class from a book even older than Emery's father. He nearly dozes off at one point, but snaps back awake when the teacher calls his name to pay attention, earning a few sniggers from the class. By the end of the lesson, he's dreading maths. Today would be a boring day.
 
Leela sighs and stands up when the bell rings. She throws her bag over her shoulder and stifles another yawn. "God." She says, and seriously considers skipping the next class to sleep. She shrugs the feeling off and walks towards her locker where she gets her math book out and then sticks her head in her locker where she puts her head in and lays it on top of her stack of books.
 
Emery walks with her to their lockers and opens his, putting his English book inside and getting out his math book. He looks at her oddly while she sticks her head in her locker, and closes his own. "Maybe you should go home, you look exhausted." He points out, not wanting her to have to feel like this all day. "You should sleep."
 
"I don't wanna." She says, sounding like a six year old. It was true, though. She didn't want to go home in case her dad was home, she didn't want him to lose control again. She takes her head out of the locker and smiles at Emery. "I can handle it." She says biting her lip to keep her from yawning, but it happens anyway. "For lunch I'll just go buy an energy drink or something." She shrugs and nudged him slightly. "No worries."
 
Emery raises his eyebrows at her yawn. "Suit yourself." He smiles slightly, then starts to walk to math, in pace with Leela. "But you should sleep early tonight or something." He doesnt know what is compelling him to be so adamnt that she sleep, why was he acting so... Nicely? He didn't even know how he was acting.
 
"Trust me, I'm planning on it." She says and rubs her eyes slightly. There were bags underneath them so she sighs. "If I keep on like this I'll be wrinkly by next year." She says, laughing a little bit. It wasn't really true, her dad looked ten or so years younger than he actually was, and there was no way that Leela looked almost seventeen.
 
"I think you'll still be beautiful, even when you're wrinkly," Emery says suddenly, before he actually realises what he just said. He laughs slightly and then adopts his expressionless face again, trying to act like he said things like that all the time. He walks inside the classroom quickly and sits down in his seat, eyes trained ahead and his heart beating faster than usual. His usual heartbeat was much slower than a humans, and now it bet at the normal human face, Emery didn't like that feeling.
 
Leela had stopped in her tracks, her face red and her mouth open. She shook her head and walked in after him, sitting in her normal seat. She pulls the sleeves of her jacket over her hands and put her hand over her mouth. Had he said what she thought he said? She had the strangest feeling in her stomach, a feeling she hadn't felt before. She didn't know if she liked it or not, but she shrugged her shoulders.
 
Emery doesn't look at Leela all lesson, feeling awkward about what he had said. Hopefully she didn't read into it too much. He didn't pay attention most of the lesson, doodling in his journal whenever the teacher wasn't watching. His page becomes full with a sketch of a landscape, a full moon in the background. When finally the bell rings, Emery stands up and waits for Leela, his stomach feeling weird.
 
Leela walks to Emery and smiles. "So how are you liking your classes so far this year?" She asks, at least it was a question that might help them get over some stuff. A normal question. She walks in step with Emery, her legs kind of felt wiggly and she rubbed her outer thigh with her hand. She got really light headed when she was tired, so she hoped she didn't fall down.
 

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