A pink sky and slow rain, Aileen thought, gazing romantically at the sky, hoping for her class to end soon, so she could take a stroll in the park. Students on the campus grounds were enjoying the weather, whereas she was waiting for her professor to arrive on time. Aileen checked her watch. The professor was ten minutes late again. An icy breeze went by, grazing her cheeks, swaying her hairs. She thought if anyone would notice, if she would jump out the window. She turned around and behind her, the half empty class was busy on their phones. Nope, they wouldn't, she thought. Suddenly, her nose perked up and her ears stood up. She could smell him from here, the flower scent he carried with him everywhere. She sniffed a little and recognized the pasta he had eaten. It was her favorite. Finally, she had something in common with him. She wondered if he had loved the pasta as much as she did.
He was in her view shot. A tall skinny boy, with a dimply smile and cheery eyes, his hands in his pocket and a beanie covering his silky black hair. Joseph, the name, popped into her head and her heart sped up. And then she picked something on him, a smell she had never come across, it was exotic; it was different; it challenged her. A perfume, a woman's perfume, Aileen sniffed slowly. It was vanilla and honey. He had a girlfriend. As the thought ran past her head, Aileen heard a girl yell his name, "Joseph." She followed the scent and her eyes landed on the beautiful redhead. She was shorter than him. Aileen watched as he hugged her and laughed at something she had said. Aileen heard her heart shatter and black clouds appearing in her head. She felt angry, her breathing becoming unstable, her heart pounding. She closed her eyes. Pain shot up her arms. Aileen saw her claws appearing, scratching out the polish from the wood.
Someone grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down. Instinctively, her hand grabbed the person's neck and smashed it on the floor. "Aileen." She heard a girl whisper her name. Aileen cocked her head to the left, and then smelled the girl's hair. It was Anya. With agile speed, Aileen got up, retracting her claws and clearing away her eyes. "That boy will be the death of me." Anya rubbed the back of her head as she got up, "Sorry." Aileen said, looking at the students, fearing someone might have noticed her. But everyone was glued to their laptops and phones. "You need to learn control." Anya hissed in her ear. They sat down in their seats as the professor entered, rotten egg smell trailing behind him. Aileen noticed the wolves in the class, pinching their noses and spraying in front of them.
"I think he's going through a divorce." Anya whispered in her ear, "You need to be married, in order to get a divorce." Aileen replied, hiding her smile from the professor.