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CHAPTER FIVE

Kayla's POV

“Today, we'll be dealing with the myths of supernatural beings,” the lanky history teacher, Professor Henry, announced as he wrote down the words MYTHS ON SUPERNATURAL BEINGS in block letters right under the word HISTORY. The blonde girl beside me scoffed and rested her head on her desk, showing disinterest in the topic Prof. Henry was about treating. But the class was too crowded with students for him to notice there was an unserious one in his class.

There was always an unserious student in every class.

“What are supernatural beings?” He asked, his eyes glancing at each of us through his rimmed glasses, a docile look as he leaned his back on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed. The whole class was silent, and no one signified to giving an answer.

“Anyone wants to tell me what a supernatural being means?” he asked again. No one signified yet again.

“No one?”

Since there was no one to answer, I made to give my reply when someone else did that before me.

“They are beings with abilities far more than the ability of a normal human. Simply put, they are powerful creatures,” said the girl wearing a baseball cap few desks away from me.

What I'd wanted to say.

Prof. Henry nodded in acknowledgement to her answer.

“Anyone else?” he asked again.

“What she said!” A guy seats infront of me hollered.

“Okay,” he pulled away from his table, walking towards us. “Who can give us an example of a supernatural being?” he asked. “Why don't you help us out, Mr Mcather?” he gestured towards the guy that had spoken earlier, who sat rather recklessly on his seat…

Like he wasn't in class.

“Uh…” the guy adjusted in his seat. “Vampires?"

It was probably the hint of uncertainty in his voice that made almost everyone erupt into a fit of laughter, but I didn't see anything funny to laugh at.

He was actually right. Vampires were supernatural.

He just wasn't so sure.

“Silence, class!” Prof. Henry ordered, and everyone did so. Then he gazed at Mcather.

“Can you give me a mythical belief on vampires, Mcather?” he asked. There was silence.

Mcather probably didn't have an idea on the supernatural creature he'd made mention of.

“Well…, they are probably…uhm…they can only be killed by a stab to the heart with an oak stake?”

The uncertainty again, bit only a few people chuckled.

“Thank you, Mcather.” Prof. Henry told him before turning his attention back to the entire class.

“Any other example?” he asked.

“Werewolves,” spoke the girl with the cap. “They're said to be made by a deity called the moon goddess, and they morph into a ravaging beast on every full moon,” she said.

I made sure to note her words down.

“Thank —”

“They are also said to be in existence till date. Though, in hiding,” she added, interrupting Prof. Henry.

“Very good, Ms. Adders,” he appraised her. “You know your history very well,”

“I just know werewolves, sir,” she said. “Because I believe they exist.”

Those words brought an awkward silence in class before Prof. Henry cleared his throat and spoke.

“Okay. Thank you for that insight, Ms. Adders…”

Instinctively, without much reason, I wrote down a mental note in my book to make a research on werewolf creatures.

And find out more about them.

“Do you think mustard goes well with fries, Kay?” Mel asked as she played with a piece of fry in her hand.

Classes were over and we'd decided to grab lunch at Betty's, a pastry shop famous for their delish pastries.

“Don't do it,” I told her. “It'll taste gross,”

.

“But mustard practically goes well with burgers. Why can't it with fries?” she frowned, pouting her lips.

“You can try it and see,” I told her, dipping a piece of fry fry into my ketchup dish. “I'll just stick with eating mine with Ketch,”

“It may be good, you know,” she shrugged.

“Not interested,” I took a gulp of my soda. I continued eating my fries before I noticed that Mel wasn't saying a thing. I took my gaze up from my fries to her, and she was already staring at me, the fry she'd been playing with at the tip of her mouth.

Like she was analysing something.

Something that had to do with me.

“What up?” I asked her.

“About yesterday, when you said you lost your virgin —”

“Don't say it. Please,” I told her, cutting into her words.

I was practically trying to get on with my life and her recalling for me what I'm trying to put behind me wasn't okay.

“You don't want to talk about it?” she frowned.

“I don't,” I chewed on a fry. She observed me for a moment before speaking again.

“You don't want to speak about it with me?” she asked again.

“I don't want to speak about it with you,” I told her. “ So please, don't make me. Just, let me forget about it, so I'd stop having this feeling of guilt everytime I speak to my mom and pretend like I haven't already disappointed her by being so stupid to be lulled into going to a party with you,”

She kept silent for a moment again while I popped one, two, three fries into my mouth.

“I'm sorry, Kay. Very sorry,” she apologized. It seemed sincere, as she wasn't wearing her normal taunting look. I guess she probably cared more than I thought she did. Only, sorry wasn't going to get back what was lost.

And it was definitely not going to stop the guilt I'd recently started to have.

“It's okay,” I said and took a big gulp from my soda. “What's done is done. I just have to put it behind me and it'll be easy to move on,”

I was wrong.

Moving on was no where near easy.

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