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trying not to laugh. “Sorry, man, I should have had Allison warn you that it would be like this. There’s just something about girls and wounded animals. Females—wolf or human—they just can’t seem to help themselves. It’s like they can smell it on you.” Then Cade did chuckle.
    Really? They could smell it, or was he just screwing with me? Surely, that couldn’t be true, but I didn’t want to ask and sound like even more of a dumbass. God, I totally sucked at being a werewolf. If only I could run outside and go roll around in some mud, just in case. Maybe then I’d get some peace.
    “Look, why don’t you go find a quiet spot in the library to hide out for a while?” Cade offered. “Alli and I will bring you something to eat.”
    “Nah, I’m not hungry,” I said. “But I think I will go hang in the library for a while. None of the girls will be in there. Thanks, man.”
    From where she stood, just a few feet away, my sister gave a weak little smile like she felt sorry for me then turned to leave with Cade. I started to walk away, myself, but stopped and made sure they wouldn’t mind keeping my location a complete secret. The last thing I needed was to have them think Becca or any of the other girls had special clearance or anything. Nothing sounded better than being alone.
    Walking to the library, I kept my head down and tried really hard not to bring any attention to myself. I could feel the girls’ searing eyes on me as I passed, but I refused to look up, hoping they would all just keep going. Most did, but a few said hi. Some even touched my arm as they passed. I gave them each a small smile, just so as not to be a total ass, but otherwise I kept going, hoping none of them would actually follow me. I ducked into the bathroom to lose any who considered it.
    I could feel myself relax as soon as I entered the library, turned and saw that I was still alone. The tension in my neck and back dissipated, and even my shoulder felt a bit better. The space here was warm, quiet, and nearly empty. All I needed now was a comfy couch and it would be lights out.
    I walked over to a large old recliner and all but collapsed into it. Instead of taking my much needed nap, however, I reached into my backpack for my copy of Their Eyes Were Watching God that I needed to finish for Ms. Watson’s class. While I usually enjoy reading, this book was work, and I hadn’t gotten a chance over break so now I was way behind. I forced myself to stay awake and at least try to get some of it read, but only one chapter later my head popped up and I looked around, searching for…I wasn’t quite sure what.
    Suddenly, time seemed to freeze. Something overcame me, something so beautiful, so oddly familiar and overwhelming at the same time. It was a scent like no other, and it was pouring off of the girl who’d just sat down at one of the tables across from me.

8.
    Teagan
    Sean was making his way toward the comfy couch and chairs when I stopped him.
    “Uh, I don’t think so, Sean. Let’s sit over here so we can actually get something done,” I suggested as I led him to a nearby table. As we settled in I assured him, “No worries. We’ll get you caught up. We always do. Did you go by your locker and get all of your missing assignments?”
    Sean pulled a stack of papers from his binder and grinned.
    “Nice,” I said. “You do realize that in order to pass a class you have to turn in your work, don’t you? No wonder you’re ‘like, really, really flunking.’”
    His face fell. “I know. I just hate Ms. Jones. And I don’t get her instructions, especially since she’s speaking French the whole time. How the hell am I supposed to know what to do when I don’t speak French?”
    Suppressing a laugh, I said, “L'immersion est la seule manière d’apprendre vraiment une langue.” In response, Sean made a huge production of huffing and shooting me dirty looks, so I reminded him, in English this time, that Ms. Jones firmly