My hands paused momentarily in the middle of removing a pen and notepad out of my bag. I turned to look at Molly and she looked equally as surprised as me.
"Wonder what happened between them?" One person behind us whispered again.
"Yeah, I seriously thought they were going to make it official soon." Another girl said.
"I heard Theo likes someone else now."
"Who?"
"I don't know, some new girl..."
"Quieten down please, everyone," Mr Thomas Stewart said, pushing up his half-moon silver-framed glasses along the bridge of his nose. Everyone stopped talking at once.
He was a tall man in his late fifties with shaggy grey hair. He wore a Harris tweed traditional three-piece suit with a white shite and red tie, inside his waistcoat was the dangling chain of a pocket watch.
He began: "Some modern researchers have tried to explain the reports of werewolf behaviour with recognised medical conditions. Dr Lee Illis of Guy's Hospital in London wrote a paper in 1963 entitled 'On Porphyria and the Aetiology of Werewolves', in which he argued that historical accounts on werewolves could have been referring to victims of congenital porphyria, stating how the symptoms of photosensitivity, reddish teeth and psychosis could have been grounds for accusing a sufferer of being a werewolf but we know that is simply not the case. It's all propaganda because for one, we are do not have photosensitivity, nor do we have reddish teeth..."
He rambled on and on for at least ten minutes without stopping for a breather.
I stifled a yawn. Mr Stewart was very much Neo-Werewolvesm, he believed in werewolf supremacy and world dominance. And he wasn't shy about expressing his opinions either. According to him, anyone who wasn't a werewolf simply wasn't worthy of their existence on this planet.
I noticed when he spoke, his eyes mainly focused on the pupils with silver buttons. It was very rare for him to look at the ones with brown buttons. And the pupils with silver buttons were hanging onto his every word, practically leaning off the edge of their seats listening to him.
Suddenly, the door slammed opened and Kendra barged in.
"The curse of lycanthropy was also considered by some scholars as being a divine punishment, that just proved how naive and ignorant human beings are..."
In the middle of his speech, the door swung open and Kendra stormed back in.
He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Miss McCann, please do remember to knock before you enter, don't just barge in. After all, we're not animals you know."
A few people in the room snickered.
Kendra shot a menacing glare in their direction, immediately silencing them. Then she deliberately walked down the path that meant she had to bypass my desk on the way to her seat.
She made a low snarling sound when she got to me. It was a distinct sound that had risen from the depth of her throat, different from all other growls. It was a sound female werewolf only made when they were declaring war.
Everyone in the room heard and then gasped.
The message was loud and clear, Kendra was declaring war against me.
"Please sit down," Mr Stewart said, pretending not to notice what Kendra had just done.
Molly and Charlie both looked worried. Kendra was one of the best female fighters in the school, if not the best. She could probably give some of the guys a run for their money.
I knew I was no match for Kendra. I only managed to get away last night by the skin of my teeth and that was because she had momentarily let her guards and Aiden had shown up in time, otherwise, there was no chance for me to ever escape.
Yesterday was merely her testing the waters. Who knows what she was capable of if she didn't bother holding back.
As soon as class ended, Kendra and her friends were the first ones to leave. People were chatting excitedly, some even started to place bets on what time Kendra was going to get me today.
I was packing my notebook away into my bag when a little white envelope suddenly appeared on my desk. I glanced around to see who had left it but everyone seemed to be busy or they had their backs towards me.
"Where did this come from? Who placed it here?" I asked Molly.
She frowned," I didn't see anyone, who could it be? Charlie, did you see who left it here?"
Charlie shook his head too. "I wasn't looking."
A mystery person appeared to be walked past and placed it on my desk without anyone noticing? How strange?
Curious, I opened the envelope. Inside was a note, "Meet me at the Adam Smith building in the East Quadrangle at lunchtime. Aiden."
"What does it say?" Molly asked, peeking over my shoulder.
I handed it to her.
She read the note and immediately took a sharp intake of breath," Surely this is not Aiden as in Aiden Callaghan?!" She asked incredulously.
I nodded.
I wasn't sure whether to believe it either. It seemed like too much of a coincidence that right after Kendra declares war on me then Aiden sends a note asking me to meet him.
"Why is he asking you to meet him when he has never even spoken to you before?" She was confused.
I didn't answer. I wasn't too sure if I should tell her about the time when I saved his life. The truth be told, I didn't want to tell anyone because it brought back a lot of painful memories.
Molly noticed my silent response and she quickly added, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it in a bad way or anything, I just wondered that's all. Please don't take offence."
"Don't worry, it's fine. Is the East Quadrangle far?" I asked.
Her eyes widened in surprise and she asked, "you're not contemplating on going are you?"
Who knows if the note was really from Aiden or not? There was only one way to find out...