8: Are There Werewolves In This Story?

I woke up late the next morning because of my breathing problem, but wait I don't have a breathing problem. Then, why is that I can't breath, I try breathing and turns out I can breathe. Then why wasn't I breathing earlier, I get the answer to my question as soon as the first breath I took settle in my nostrils. Oh God, why does it smell like a Llama's puke in here. I open my eyes slowly trying to detect the source of the gutter and there it was, an armpit, his armpit and my face stuffed directly into it.

"Oh god, My nose is melting,"

"Ugh! Shhhh! I'm having a good dream," he said and hugged me tightly.

"Get away, get away from me," I pushed him off the bed.

"And now it's gone, my good dream is gone," he looked at me with disappointment.

"Oh, my sense of smell is gone too, but I understand your concerns about a stupid dream,"

"Hey! It was not stupid,"

"Well, It was yours,"

"Yeah? What's your point?" He asked me.

I roll my eyes at him, it was Saturday and Derek told me he had only seen the first three Harry Potter movies as a child. So I decided to educate him, and we watched the remaining five the entire day. We decided to eat at a nearby Diner afterwards as we didn't have a proper meal the entire day. We were sitting in a booth and ordered burgers with fries and coke.

"I've had my suspicions but now I'm fully convinced that Pink is an evil colour," he was talking about Dolores Umbridge here obviously .

"And cats too," I said.

"What? You don't like cats?" He made weird eyes at me.

"What? You can hate a colour based on one person, but I can't not like cats even though I have valid reasons, huh?"

"Valid reasons? Care to elaborate?"

"Well, they look at me funny, and have attacked me on numerous occasions."

"Cats have attacked you? Like physically attacked you?" He made funny eyes at me while stuffing his face with food.

"Yeah, One time I woke up in my room there were three cats looking at me, like they were literally sitting on me and one of them jumped on my face, after a few scratchers they left. It was like a warning that the next time they see me, It'll be my last day."

He laughed at me, Oh god his voice, the voice of his laugh, his laugh. The fuck? What is happening to me?

"Then I met different cats at my school, but they already knew about all of it, they saw me I saw them, and then they came running at me like they were clearly saying 'We warned you,' I had to lock myself up in the boy's locker room."

He raised one of his eyebrows at me, "Boy's locker room, huh? Were they in it?"

"They might've been," I looked down at my food, Oh what a day it was. My cheeks would've turned red by now, I know they have an old habit of exposing me in front of people.

"Someone's had a wild time," he said, taking out twenties from his wallet and leaving them on the table.

"Any other attacks?" He asks leading me out of the diner, to his car.

"No Sir, Since then I've made a point to avoid cats at all costs."

"I'll notify the authorities that the word 'numerous' have been redefined to mean two." Derek makes fun of me before driving away.

He drove me back to my dorm and then walked me to the gate, "I had a good time, Did you?" He asks me.

"Yeah, I did. See you on monday?"

"I'm already waiting," he said giving me his million dollar smile.

Sunday went by in a flash, there were no messages or calls from Derek. I studied the entire day and was on my bed for the rest, only going out for food.

"It has been updated," a terror-stricken Chloe came rushing into my room.

"What happened, What's been updated?" I panicked and sat up on my bed.

"Argg! Don't you check your Insta, the F3 page! It has been updated!"

"There's a F3 page? Why? Can't they get caught because of it?"

"No, it's not run by them, duh, it's run by the students, anyone can give their theories, but they have been contacted by the F3."

"For what?"

"Well we already knew that there are three of them, now we have their names," my eyes shot up at what Chloe said, they know their names. What the hell?

"You have their names?" I asked.

"What did I just say? Don't you listen?" She looked at me like I'm crazy, "Zero, Beta and Ace." She said proudly.

"What? Is this a joke?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"It's hard to take you seriously when you say words like Zero, beta and Ace." I looked at her, failing miserably at controlling my laughter.

"What's so funny about that?"

"You need to hear it, Never mind." I said laughing.

"So, Zero is the Alpha, the first in command, the brains behind it all I think, Beta is the second in command, and the third is Ace."

"Question, Are we still talking about F3? Or are we talking about werewolves?"

"You're impossible, this is serious, how can you laugh?"

"Like this." I shrug, I am picking Derek's habits, I guess.

"They gave a message."

"What?"

"Something's coming," she said.

"Oh, What do you think it is? Coachella?" I laugh.

"Oh my god! I can't deal with you," she said dramatically throwing her hands in the air.

We talked for the rest of the night then she went back to her room. I lay in bed, thinking about the information I have till now.

They all are upto something, that is why Derek hasn't contacted me all day. I felt a little disappointed, Of course he has other things to do. I can't help but think about the things he said to me the night we fought. Do you think the world revolves around you or something like that, Why am I so insecure? Was he right? Maybe, he was, but I can't help but think how he could have such a normal day with me a night before, and go home and plan of announcing something like this the next day. These rich kids really don't have to worry about getting kicked out of College.