Chapter Six (1/2): Chasing Who?

Thalia Aphrodite Williams

"Ms. Williams! Ms. Williams!" I jumped from my seat when I heard my professor in math, Ms. Stone, called my name. I immediately stood up and stuttered as I speak.

"Y-yes, Miss?" I asked and she frowned.

"I'm asking you a question, Ms. Williams. Will you answer it?" Ms. Stone asked nicely and I was thankful that I was spacing out in her class and not other professors class.

"I-I'm sorry b-but I d-didn't quite catch y-your question, Miss." I said and I heard the other students snicker in a not-so-subtle way. The jocks and Queen Bitches more loudly than the others.

"Quiet, please." Ms. Stone said and sighed. She repeated the question and luckily I already studied about the topics we will discuss for today, that's why even when I didn't paid attention in the class, I still know the answer.

"Such a nerd" Someone scoffed and I turned to where I heard it and saw a snickering Dana Whites together with her cronies and some jocks.

The class continued and I forced my self to focus on the class that's currently ongoing and will end at exactly 20 minutes left. The thing that has been on my mind?

The smell.

The manly scent I keep on smelling everywhere, everytime. Just like earlier, in the hallway and then when the class just started, I caught a whiffed of the smell and I think it comes from the outside of the classroom as it's a little faint but I still caught it and can't get enough of it. I'm addicted. Then a sudden thought came into my mind that made my eyes widen. Is it my mate's scent?

Shit!

"Ms. Williams! No swearing inside my classroom!" Ms. Stone said strictly and my eyes widen even more. Did I said that outloud?

"I'm sorry!" I said, embarassed.

"She actually swears!" The new boyfriend or should I say new boy toy of Dana said and the whole class snickers again. Ms. Stone eyed the jock and the whole class. I look down on my desk and just let Ms. Stone continue her class and actually tried to focus on only her this time.

Twenty minutes after, the bell rings. I grabbed my belongings and walked towards the door, not until a voice called my name.

"Ms. Williams? May I talk to you for a minute?" She asked while she went behind her desk and sits on her chair. I nodded and went towards the front of her desk.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong?" She asked seemingly concerned and I admire her more because she's one of the few nice professors I've ever met, and that's not quite a lot. She's also a werewolf because like I said all professors in our school are werewolf. She's in her mid-twenties and as much as she is so beautiful, she still didn't meet her mate which made her a prey for hormonal teen guys in our school.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine miss. There's nothing wrong. I'm so sorry about earlier. I promise I'm not going to do that again." I said and hope that she won't give me a detention for swearing and not paying attention to her class earlier.

"Alright, if something's wrong, you can talk to me 'kay? I'm just concerned because you're one of the brightest students here and earlier it's not like you to space out in a class. And don't be nervous, Ms. Williams. You're not in trouble, I'll let this pass, but if this will happen again, you'll definitely be in trouble especially on the 'terror' professors" she said but whispering the word terror and winked at me. I smiled at her as she gestured for me to go.

"Thank you so much Miss. I promise I won't do it again" I said and turned on my heels, walking towards the door.

"Don't promise, Ms. Williams. Just do it." She said and I chuckled when I turned to her for a second. Then, I jogged towards my second class, Biology. My favorite subject. Note the sarcasm.

Ugh, sucks to be me.

For the rest of the morning classes, thankfully I didn't get in any trouble. And I'm really starving. Biology's fault.

I walk towards the cafeteria and my mouth watered when I smelled the mouthwatering scents of food. I look around for Christina and Sophie but didn't caught any sign of them that's why I decided to get into the line to buy food and then look for a table. When it's finally my turn, My eyes widen from the variety of foods I can choose. My eyes darted towards the wonderful cook of this wonderful foods, Mrs. Taylor. A beautiful 65 year old woman that is really, really nice.

"Don't just eye it, young lady! You're stomach won't be fed by just eyeing it! Go grab your food!" She said loudly with a chuckle. Her voice sounds raspy because of her age. I chuckled too and grabbed a slice of lasagna and a chicken sandwich. Then, I grabbed a bottled water before I went through my bag for my wallet.

"Don't make me laugh, young lady. Just go and take your seat. Don't bother for the payment. It's my treat to you, for surviving another day and hopefully another year of Biology." She said and chuckled again. I laughed too because of her goofiness. She definitely know how I dislike Biology.

"Thanks, Mrs. Taylor!" I yelled as I slowly walk away from the line as the other students are beginning to get irritated with how long I'm taking from getting food. I let out a heavy breathe as I stand awkwardly in the middle of the cafeteria and look around for a vacant table, I spotted a vacant table near the entrance of the cafeteria and went towards there. But not before the Queen of Witches made a snide remark about me. Of course, typical of Dana Whites to do that, everyday, for all the years of being schoolmates.

"Not so goody-two-shoes are we, Williams!" She yelled and her whole group of witches laughed with their disgustingly high-pitched voice. It's not like I have a problem with witches, actually I think all witches are very beautiful because it's one of the benefits of being a witch. But I know too, that there are witches that are beautiful but has an ugly attitude. Just like Dana Whites and her friends. Beauty is a waste if the beholder of that said beauty has an ugly attitude and behavior. My mom's words.

"Still so sluttish are we, Bitch!" Christina yelled back and put her arms around my shoulder, pulling me away from the glaring Dana and her friends who were trying not to show their snickering.

Christina pulled me to the -thankfully- still vacant table I was eyeing before Dana made a snide remark.

"And you, my friend, have some explaining to do about what the jerks and bitches were talking about." Christina said as we reached the table and I slid on one of the metal seats. I sighed.

"It's not a really big deal. I just spaced out in the class and accidentally said outloud the curse I was thinking in my head." I said nonchalantly while Christina and Sophie have their mouths wide open. I rolled my eyes. What? Am I not allowed to swear and spaced out in a class?

"It IS a big deal, Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes. I mean, because you are Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes and Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes doesn't curse, more importantly in a class! And, she always focus on the class, not spaced out!" Christina said exasperatedly while Sophie nods in agreement.

"Like I said it's not a big deal. And I am not Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes." I said and bite a very big bite on my chicken sandwich as I'm getting really irritated with her calling me a Goody-Two-Shoes. Which I know that I am not. I mean, just because I don't break rules and always did what the professors say doesn't mean I'm a goody-two-shoes, right? I'm just doing what a student should do. Wait, I sound like a goody-two-shoes! Oh my God!

I shook my head from what I'm thinking and sighed while I chew my food. Then, I took a big gulp of water.

"Fine, I am a goody-two-shoes. But why the hell did they make it such a big deal? Am I not allowed to swear or spaced out in a class?" I said and eat the rest of my chicken sandwich.

"Of course they will make it a big deal because as what I said, YOU'RE A GOODY-TWO-SHOES!" Christina shouted, making the others near our table look our way.

"Alright, enough about that. What are you even thinking about that made you spaced out in your favorite class?" She said and I sighed again. I sliced a small part of the lasagna and eat it while thinking about what made me spaced out. And what made me cursed.

"I think I've been smelling my mate." I said and they both have wide eyes.

"You mean, the addictive smell that pulls you towards the owner?" Sophie asked looking excitedly. I nodded.

"That's a great news! At least one of us finally has a sign of their mate. I'm so happy for you, Ro!" Sophie said smiling widely. She's more excited  than me. Maybe because she's the first one who turned 18 but still didn't caught any signs of her mate. It made her excited for me. She's also the most excited in our group for a mate.

"Yeah, I guess so. But, why is he not searching for me? Am I the only one who can smell his scent? Can't he smell mine, that's why he's not searching for me? Actually I think, I first smelled him when we were in the bar. I think the one who brought me home. But that's impossible, right? Because if he's the one who brought me home, he would've stayed by my side-." I said and Christina butts in.

"Wait, you mean, you already smelled your mate but you didn't tell us as soon as possible? Dude, that's rude!" She said and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't be dramatic, Chris. That time, I thought I'm just so intoxicated that's why my brain made me think I smelled what I smelled. A-and I've been hearing this voice i-in my head, saying that he's my mate and I don't believe that. He's probably some bored, pack member dude messing with my head. I mean, that can't happen right? We still didn't mark each other nor meet each other-" I said   but was cut off when I heard that stupid voice again.

I'm sure as hell not a bored, pack member dude, Mate.

"That! That voice again!" I said and Christina and Sophie looked at me with a frown. God, they probably think, I'm crazy. Which I probably am.

Going crazy for me is not that bad, my Love.

Get the hell out of my head. I swear if I knew who you are, I'm going to kill you!

Yes, kill me with love, please my beautiful mate. I'll gladly accept it.

You stupid sh-

I snap from conversing with the voice when I smelled that addictive smell again. I immediately stood up and run towards where the smell is coming from. I suddenly have the urge to really know who owns the smell. I want to know if it's coming from my mate.

I pushed the double doors of the cafeteria and look around the hallway. The owner of the scent just passes by, I know because the scent is still strong.

I turned towards the right where the smell is stronger. And saw a couple of people walking. I run passed the people behind and run faster towards the guy in front of them. The guy walks so fast. But adrenaline rushes in me, and I finally caught up with the guy. I caught his arm and turned him to me. But something's wrong.

I sniffed the guy and look at him in the eyes. I don't feel any kinds of connection towards him and I can only smell the addictive scent from the shirt the guy is wearing and not exactly from him.

"Where did you get your shirt?" I asked and the guy just shrug and look at me as if I'm crazy.

"A dude gave me this when he spilled a juice all over me. He said, he'll give me double than the cost of my shirt if I wear this. I mean, it's disgusting because I think he already put this shirt on and got his scent all over it but the offer is go-" I cut him off and grabbed both his shirt's collar and I look at him with determination. I'm determined to know who the freak owns the scent and why the heck is he playing with me. Really? Getting another guy wear his shirt with his scent all over it to lose me? Oh, you don't know me bud.

"Who was the guy?" I asked, firmly but he raised his hand and he shut his mouth and gestured that his mouth is zipped. Well, if his mouth is zipped then I'll freaking ripped that zipper from his mouth!

I pulled him to an empty room and slammed him to the wall. Luckily, the guy is skinny and a little weaker than me.

"Tell me who freaking owned this shirt!" I whisper-yelled at him while I pushed my arm on his throat harder, making him choked.

"Fine, f-fine. I-I don't know h-his name b-but I often s-saw him with t-the Lycans because h-he's a L-lycan too." He said and I let go of him. He coughed and took a lungful of breathe. I brushed my hands on my hair, frustrated. Lycan? The owner of the shirt is a lycan? Why does the owner of the addictive smell, a lycan? My mate couldn't have been a Lycan, is he? How could I, an average werewolf girl have a Lycan mate, right? Impossible.

"What's he look like?" I asked him as his coughing finally stop.

"Blonde hair, strong built and have green eyes." He said and I frowned, thinking. I think about the appearances of each Lycan and I came into a conclusion that who he was describing is one of the Royal Warriors of the Lycans.

"Can you please take off that shirt? I really need it" I said and he looked at me again with an expression saying that I'm crazy.

"No way! I don't have an extra shirt!" He said and I sighed. I clenched my jaw.

"Fine! Stay here, you understand me? Or else.." I threatened him and glared at him. I watched as his adams apple move, swallowing his saliva and nodded vigorously. I run towards my locker which is the closest I can open and got one of my extra shirts there and run back to the empty room. I saw him sitting there and I throw the shirt towards him. He looked at the shirt I threw at him and looked at me with a frown.

"It's for girls!" He said and I grabbed his shirt again as I glared daggers at him.

"Take it or leave it! Because either way I'm going to get this shirt from you. Even if I need to ripped it off you!" I whisper-yelled at him and he stood up with shaking legs. I turned away from him to give him some privacy while changing.

"H-here" he said and I looked at him and grabbed the shirt. I decided that I should confront who the skinny guy was talking about and run. I was looking around the main hall when the bell rang.

"Shit!" I whispered and clenched my jaw. I need to go to class before I got my self a detention, which will not help at all. I turned to where my locker is and got all the stuffs I will need for my afternoon classes. I'll deal with the addictive smell issue later.