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CHAPTER THREE: THE GEM

DENISE'S POV

"What's happening?" I asked myself as I observed Andi and Blanc kissing unexpectedly. My eyes widened in surprise, and a mix of confusion and annoyance filled me.

"Babe, I thought this was your locker. I wanted to surprise you by putting this in it," Blanc explained, handing a beautifully designed box to Andi. I couldn't help but notice the way they interacted with each other, a familiarity that hinted at a deeper connection.

Andi, my once-close friend turned bitter enemy, seemed momentarily taken aback by the gesture. It reminded me of the times when we were still friends, back in our freshman year, along with Audrey. We were an inseparable trio until Andi's sudden popularity changed everything, leading her to distance herself and develop a disdain towards us.

While Andi couldn't directly make fun of me due to my lack of emotions, she always targeted Audrey, mocking and belittling her. It was a painful sight to witness, and I often found myself defending Audrey against Andi's cruel words.

Andi had her clique of five girls who followed her every move, referring to themselves as the A5, given that their names all began with the letter 'A'—Andi, Augie, Amelia, Aria, and Ashley. They were all basketball cheerleaders, with Andi as their commanding cheer captain.

There were moments when I secretly wished I could be like Andi, exuding her confidence and effortlessly stylish appearance. She always seemed to know how to dress impeccably, leaving me feeling self-conscious and intimidated by her radiance. Today was no different. She wore a stunning golden brown dress that accentuated her figure, the color choice perfectly complementing her complexion. Her elegant makeup and neatly packed hair in a cute bun added to her overall allure.

Comparatively, I felt inadequate in my baggy jeans, loose shirt, plain tote bag, and messy bun. The contrast between us only amplified my insecurities.

Unable to contain my frustration, I finally snapped and forcefully pushed Andi and Blanc away from my locker. They both appeared taken aback by my sudden outburst, which brought a smirk to my face. Opening my locker, I swiftly stored my tote bag, retrieved only the necessary book, and locked it once more. I left them staring at me as I confidently walked away, feeling a slight sense of victory in the midst of the chaos.

BLANC'S POV

Observing Denise from a distance, I couldn't help but feel a distinct aura about her. There was something different, something otherworldly that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Perhaps she was a witch, I pondered silently.

Andi, ever perceptive, caught wind of my thoughts. "She isn't a witch, you fool. She's a werewolf," Andi interjected, reading my mind effortlessly.

"But she doesn't act like one," I voiced my confusion, my attention still fixated on Denise's retreating figure.

"That's because she doesn't know she's a werewolf yet. Just give her time; she'll figure it out," Andi assured me, handing me the box I had presented to her earlier."I'm sure this is empty," she said, laughing.

"You bet it is. I didn't even know what to get," I said, laughing along. Our laughter filled the air, signaling that the box was empty, and it was merely a playful gesture.

However, behind the facade of this seemingly innocent interaction, I harbored a hidden agenda. I was here on a mission—to make Denise fall in love with me and ultimately acquire the Gem she possessed. It was my responsibility to deliver the Gem to Andi's father within the next three full moons.

From the moment Denise accidentally collided with a pole, a calculated meeting orchestrated by fate, I knew that her locker belonged to her. It was all part of the grand plan to capture her attention and gain her trust.

Denise, unaware of her true identity as a werewolf and the power she possessed, held the key to the Gem, an artifact of immense significance. The Gem's powers were coveted by many, including Andi's father and my own, who were among the three esteemed elders overseeing the supernatural world. Andi and I had been dating, with the possibility of marriage on the horizon, solidifying our alliance.

Andi, you command them a lot. They might notice that you're 40 years old," I said as we walked slowly.

"The day they notice you're 305, I'll stop ordering them around," Andi replied, and I laughed hard, knowing that's impossible.

"How's my father?" she asked as we slowed down our walk.

"He's fine. He sends his best wishes, although he's angry with you because you couldn't get the Gem," I said, , and Andi scoffed.

"She's so dull. It's her fault. She doesn't even know she's a wolf," Andi said, standing in front of a mirror.

"What are you looking at? You can't even see your reflection," I teased her, laughing.

"Fuck, don't you know I just have to do that so people won't think I'm not human," she said as we moved away from the mirror.

"Being here feels strange. Things have changed, and I don't even know how I'm going to be a student," I expressed, feeling a bit lost.

"Just be yourself. We aren't here to make friends. We just want the Gem, that's all. And besides, you're cute. Everyone is gonna love you," Andi reassured me.

"Andi, how am I supposed to approach Denise? She clearly despises me," I voiced my concerns, hoping for some guidance.

Andi, walking beside me as we strolled through the hallways, took a moment to reflect on the situation. "She hates me with a passion, that's for certain," Andi remarked, her voice laced with a touch of bitterness. "But I believe she might have mixed feelings about you. It's crucial that you get close to her."

With Andi's insight in mind, I resolved to make an effort to engage Denise in conversation and unravel the layers of her guarded persona. The bell rang, signaling the start of our next class, but my thoughts were consumed by the enigmatic werewolf girl.

I made my way to my classroom and Andi also made hers. As I reached the classroom, I hesitated for a moment before entering. All eyes turned towards me, including those of the teacher, who interrupted the silence with a question.

"Are you the new student, Blanc Bron?" the teacher inquired, prompting me to nod in confirmation.

"Class, this is Blanc Bron. He is a new student. Say hello to him," the teacher introduced me before he ordered the students, with a chorus of "Hello, Blanc Bron." Amid the sea of faces, I sought out Denise, hoping to establish some form of connection. However, she eluded my gaze, hidden among a crowd of teenage girls who shamelessly flirted with me, sending suggestive winks in my direction.

"Okay, Mr. Blanc," the teacher said, pointing towards Denise. My heart raced as our eyes locked. Time seemed to stand still, and I struggled to find my voice, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

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