Chapter 2 Splashing Water

Accalia's POV

My alarm went off at about seven and all I could do was lay there. I was still in complete shock about what I had seen earlier this morning. A wolf walking upright like a man. The old wife's tale my grandmother had told my brothers and I about growing up crossed my mind. Shapeshifters. Monsters that change on full moons and walk among us during the day. Was the thing that I saw in the early hours of the morning a shapeshifter? Was the old wife's tale actually a reality? I was shaken from my thoughts as my brother Dallas came to my bedroom door. "Accalia, we have to go, the dean said he'll give us a ride to school this morning." He gave me a smile before closing my door so I could get dressed. I threw on my purple and yellow Adidas sweatshirt with my gray sweats and yellow rain boots. Hurrying, I brushed my teeth, combed my hair and threw it into a ponytail. Knowing that Dean wouldn't wait long before I would be catching the bus.

Ballard High School, home of bucky the beaver sat on 65th street built in the 1890's and school spirit for your ass. As my brother and I got out of the car and started walking across the parking lot an all too familiar mustang splashed water on my backpack. My cheeks flushed with anger as I looked at my now wet fox fur backpack. Only to add insult to injury they rolled the window down. "My sincerest apologies for love." Easton James the quarterback of our football team, our class duke since freshman year and our soon to be prom king. Easton and I have been in school with each other since daycare or head start if I'm being technical. Easton and I never got along in anything growing up. Not sharing, not group projects, nothing. We rubbed each other the wrong way. He was an ass that for some reason every girl wanted to be with. The nerds wanted him, the cheerleaders, volleyball, softball, and basketball. You named it because they wanted him. But for Easton they all were one thing to him. Hit it and quit it. Nothing more than that. Cattle at his disposal he used to say in our physics class until Mr. Pryor got sick and gave him a referral. I hated Easton with every fiber in my body. From his hazel eyes to his dark brown hair. At Least that's what I have been telling myself since my eighteenth birthday when something about him changed me. Like my spirit was secretly pining over him. "Just watch where you're driving James." I spat as I walked in the front of his car swinging my backpack splashing water on his windshield. "What a complete self absorbed ass." My brother looked back at his car telling him he was " Number one". I would normally tell him to give people a chance and even with my subconscious telling me to defend Easton my brother was right. He was a self absorbed ass.