Room #502 - Post-2nd period
That could have gone better. A lot better. Jacob headed instantly for his bed and fell down, his face buried in the pillow and he tried to zone it all out. The sounds of other students around him, the scent of lemon as they must have cleaned the hallway recently.
All that was left was anger and he didn't even know who at. The stinking bandage guy, the nosey squirt or himself. All three probably. He was cranky enough for three people and still somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he was out of control. The guy had caught him off guard. He was forced to share his mind with the entire pack when he morphed and the voice suddenly in his head...
Still not a reason. Reason enough.
Stupid. There was no Sam here, no pack to pull him back. How had this been a good idea? Except that he did sort of like this place, liked some of the people he met here. He just needed to keep his head cool.
[Door slammed shut, but the post is open if you don't mind a stupid jackass werewolf.]
All that was left was anger and he didn't even know who at. The stinking bandage guy, the nosey squirt or himself. All three probably. He was cranky enough for three people and still somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he was out of control. The guy had caught him off guard. He was forced to share his mind with the entire pack when he morphed and the voice suddenly in his head...
Still not a reason. Reason enough.
Stupid. There was no Sam here, no pack to pull him back. How had this been a good idea? Except that he did sort of like this place, liked some of the people he met here. He just needed to keep his head cool.
[Door slammed shut, but the post is open if you don't mind a stupid jackass werewolf.]