Accepting the Mark

Max has just moved and she doesn't know anyone, but a group of kids in her grade seem to know her and follow her around the school. She hears howling at night, and Max swears that it's right outside her window. When school starts to get harder and Max gets more stressed, she gets more angry. She's never been a violent teen though. But when the group of kids that follow her around tell her something interesting, will she choose to accept it? Or go on living in the dark?

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6. Disbelief

I walked into school late, and on purpose. I didn't want to see Zac or his "pack". I hadn't slept at all last night after Zac had left. I had laid awake thinking about what he had said. There's no way what he said could be true. There was no such thing as werewolves or any of that crap. And their was no way I was his "mate". That was just some sick way to get me to go out with him.

I slid into my desk. I had chosen a seat in the middle, where their were people on either side of me. All of a sudden I felt as if someone was staring at me. I turned around and Nick sat behind me.

"I knew someone was there," I said.

"That's something pack members can do," he whispered. "They can tell when someone else is near," he whispered so softly a normal person couldn't hear. "So I'm guessing that he told you?" Nick asked referring to Zac.

"Yea, he woke me up in the middle of the night," I said complaining. "I lost sleep over it too, I'm not sure whether or not to believe it," I said.

"How can you not?" he asked. "We all have the same mark on our arms," he said as he showed me his crescent moon mark. Like Zac's, it was black and looked like a tattoo.

"How do I know that you guys didn't just see that mark on my arm and draw it on your?" I asked. The bell rang and the teacher stood up and started teaching. I turned around, not wanting to continue the conversation. But Nick tapped my shoulder. I turned around to face him.

"After school, meet at the den and we'll show you," he said.

*After school*

I threw my backpack into my locker and shut it. I saw Shawn walking down the hall and I turned the other way. I felt him near and then he was beside me.

"Trying to avoid me?" he asked.

"Maybe," I said. "I think I've had enough crazy for awhile," I said as I walked out of the school.

"Well you can't deny what you are," he said.

"I can and I will," I said. "There's no way I'm a wolf and your not a wolf either," I said.

"Nick's right, you are in denial," he said. "Just follow me to the den and then you'll believe," Shawn said as he grabbed my arm. I pulled it away.

"Don't ever touch me again," I growled at him. "Now leave me alone," I said as I turned around and saw Zac jogging towards us. "Great," I mumbled under my breath.

"Someone isn't excited to see me, sorry," Zac said. I forgot he could hear me even when I whisper. Stupid good hearing. "What's going on?" Zac asked.

"I'm trying to convince Max to come with me to the den," Shawn said as he touched my shoulder. I swung around.

"I said don't touch me," I said in a low voice.

"Alright, Shawn why don't you go back to the den? I'll stay here with Max," Zac said. Shawn threw his hands up in the air in protest but Zac gave him that look he gave the boys yesterday. Then Shawn turned and walked away. "Sorry about him, I told you he likes to control my life," he said as Shawn walked away. "I'll tell him to leave you alone once you've turned,"

"Zac," I said. "I don't believe you,"

"I really will tell him to lay off," Zac said, not knowing what I meant.

"No, I mean that I don't believe in werewolves and wolves and all this stuff," I said.

"Oh," Zac said. "So that's what the boys were talking about proof at the den," he said. He looked down at the ground and then grabbed my hands. I should've pulled away but I didn't. The wind blew Zac's long black hair back so I could see his eyes. "Meet me tonight outside your house," he said and then ran off.

 

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