Instant Enemies. - Emily Zimmerman. (graded readers TXT) 📗

smile on his face. His smile faltered as he looked at me in tight clothing. “Whoa, sis! You look like a girl!” He exclaimed.
I stuck my tongue out at him as I grabbed an apple. “It’s the Alpha’s orders that I dress like this. Ugh! I feel like a bitch!” I said.
Riley laughed and ran upstairs to dress for school. I grabbed my keys to my shiny black Porsche Mirage GT. I grabbed my bag and ran out, only to stop when I realized, leaning against my car, was Damian. He grinned at me and pushed off of my car. “Hi, Cat. I’m here to catch a ride with you to school, maybe you can show me around. The pack has to stay together, so we’ll be going to the same school. We’ve done it before. Oh and-“ he paused, pulling me into him, pressing his lips under my ear in a small kiss. “-I like the outfit.” He whispered.
I shivered involuntarily and felt him grin. I pushed away from him and glared. “I told you I don’t like that!” I said.
He shook his head. “No you didn’t. You said you wouldn’t accept my advances easily. You never said I couldn’t do it.” He said.
I threw my hands up in the air. “Get a ride from my brother, I don’t want to sit in the car with you.” I snapped.
I threw my backpack in the back seat of my car and sat in the front. I sighed and looked over; Damian sat smirking in the front seat. “Jackass.” I muttered, starting the car and speeding off.
I weaved around people on the freeway, going as fast as the car could take me. “Damn, you’re a speed demon!” Damian laughed.
“I prefer the term, speed angel. But whatever floats your boat.” I shrugged.
I pulled into school ten minutes early. And my only best friend, Trevor leaned against his car beside mine.
I got out and opened the back door, grabbing my backpack. I ran around the car and hugged Trevor. “How is my big teddy bear today?” I asked in a baby voice.
Trevor snorted and pulled me back, looking at my outfit. “New style?” he asked.
I heard Damian’s growl from behind me and ignored him. “Yeah. I thought I needed a change.” I said.
Trevor smiled. “You know Derik is going to be all over you, don’t you?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Derik can take his confidence and shove it-“
“Whoa, whoa! That’s enough!” he laughed.
Damian cleared his throat and I looked at him, rolling my eyes at the jealousy in his. “Trevor, this is Damian, Damian, this is Trevor, my best friend.” I said, emphasizing the “best friend.”
“Nice to meet you, man. You new to Chamberlin High?” Trevor asked, as friendly as ever.
Damian nodded curtly and grabbed my arm, pulling me from Trevor’s grasp and into his side. Trevor raised an eyebrow at me and I elbowed Damian, crossing my arms and glaring at him. “Well…I’ll see you later Cat. I like the outfit by the way, it’s about time you showed some confidence.” He said.
I smiled at him, pulling away from Damian. “Yeah. See you later.”
The bell rang before Damian could say anything, though he was about to, and I stalked off to school. God! Who does he think he is? I can’t hang out with my best friend in the whole world without him in a jealous rage? Ugh!
I ignored the shocked stares of kids in the hall. They were all whispering about the change in my style. I got to my locker and that’s when I got tired of it all. I threw my books in my locker and turned around. “Yes! I’ve got a body! Whoop-de-doo! Why don’t you whip out your phones and take a picture!” I threw my hands in the air.
Everyone averted their eyes; they knew not to mess with me when I was in a mood. I turned and flounced off, striding to my next class, science. I walked into my class and groaned internally. Derik’s eyes roamed my body and he stared at me in shock, but then again, who wasn’t staring at me in shock? I plopped down in my seat at the front of the class; the seat beside me was empty, because no one wanted to be partners with the freak. Damian walked in just as the teacher did. Mrs. Laurence stared wide eyed at Damian; of course, everyone was staring at him like that, except me.
He handed a slip to the teacher and she blushed, signing it without even looking at it. “C-class, this is Damian Villain. Please warm give him a welcome.” I don’t even think she realized she said that wrong.
Mrs. Laurence isn’t married, she’s twenty, but she likes it when people call her Mrs. Instead of Ms. It makes her feel more professional. Damian waved and walked straight over to me, sitting in the adjoining seat. I sighed as he grabbed my hand, entwining his fingers with mine.
“Are you seriously doing this?” I hissed as Mrs. Laurence started the class.
Damian grinned at me. “Yes.”
I tried to wiggle my hand out of Damian’s grasp, but he just tightened it. “Bastard.” I muttered, making Damian chuckle.
“Ms. Harington, do you have something to share with the class?”
I opened my mouth to give her a great sarcastic retort, but Damian cut me off. “No. I’m sorry Mrs. Laurence, I was distracting Cat from her work.” Damian said, as innocent as an angel.
I glared at Damian and ripped my hand from his grasp. “Well. That’s perfectly alright, Damian. Just don’t do it again, please.” She said.
I rolled my eyes as Damian did his famous, blinding grin as Mrs. Laurence. “Of course.”
Damian slung and arm around my shoulders and I faked a smile for Mrs. Laurence. “Get your arm off of me before I rip it off.” I said through my teeth, keeping the smile in place.
He laughed and pulled me tighter into his side. “Now class, we’ll be learning about molecules today…” I tuned her out as I pushed away from Damian, taking his arm and shoving it into his side. He sighed and crossed his arms, his muscles flexing as he did it, making a few of the girls in class gasp.
“I’ve never seen her so annoyed; she must hate this Damian guy.” I heard Derik whisper to his friends.

When the bell rang I jumped up and grabbed my backpack. “You’re a real Jackass, you know that, Damian?” I asked.
“I believe you’ve told me once before.” He grinned.
I growled and stalked passed him, I could feel him following me as I stopped by my locker. “Where is the rest of the pack? I thought you said they were all here.” I said.
“They’re here somewhere, I guess none of them have first period science class.” He said.
I nodded and grabbed my books. I turned back to Damian and pointed at him. “If you do that again, I’ll never speak to you again.” I said, my voice matter of fact.
The corners of his lips tipped up. “Then I guess you wouldn’t me to do this then.” He then grabbed me and pulled me into him, pressing his lips to mine.
My body acted on its own, relaxing and wrapping my arms around his neck. My wolf wasn’t even in control. He slipped his arm around my waist, and we were completely unaware of the crowd watching us.
Damian pulled away and smiled, running his finger down my cheek. “Now was that so bad?” he asked.
I sighed. “No.” I admitted. “But I don’t want it to happen again.” I said, pushing away from him.
He sighed and watched me grab my things, ignoring the glaring girls and the jealous guys. I walked passed him to my next class, history. He followed me all the way there like a dangerous, black haired puppy. “I’m guessing you made sure we had every class together.” I said.
He smiled, but didn’t answer. We walked into class and Damian paused to give the teacher his slip to sign. I sat down beside Trevor and smiled at him. “Hey. Did Mr. Raman lose his temper yet?” I asked in a whisper.
Mr. Raman has a blood pressure problem, and loses his temper easily. He likes me and Trevor though, always letting us off the hook.
“Nah, but Gabe is pushing it.” Trevor whispered back.
Damian sat on my other side and grabbed my hand. I sighed in annoyance and looked at Trevor. “Hey, I’m thinking of going to the movies Saturday night and seeing Brave, I heard it’s really cute, you want to go with me?” I asked.
“Sure. I haven’t got much better to do than to see a dorky movie with my dorky friend.” He teased.
I smiled. “Thanks.”
“Eh shut up, you little runt.” He said with a teasing smile.
“Who you callin’ a runt, you Ninnyhammer!” I teased back.
“What the heck is a Ninnyhammer?”
“It’s a fool or a simpleton. A ninny.” I said, giggling at the new word I found.
“That is not a real word.” He argued.
“Yes it is! Look it up on Dictionary.Com!” I said defensively.
He nodded. “Alright, I will.”
With that, we turned our attention to the front of the class, where Mr. Raman’s face was turning red. Gabe was the class clown, and he was always making Mr. Raman lose ten years of his life in a fit of rage. Mr. Raman sat down, and a fart ripped through the room.
I put my hand to my mouth and looked at Trevor in shock. He’d never done that one before.
That was when Mr. Raman lost it. “That’s it!” he yelled, picking up the whoopee cushion and throwing it at Gabe. And I was out of my seat. I was sort of his anger management. Damian let go of my hand, wondering what I was doing. “Mr. Raman, calm down! He’s just a stupid kid!” I said in my most soothing voice.
Mr. Raman looked at me with desperate eyes. “But he’s so annoying!” he said.
“It’s alright, let’s go get you some coffee, and a nice donut from the teachers’ lounge, how about it?” I asked soothingly.
He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and pointed at Gabe. “You’re going to be expelled young man! I’ll make sure of it!” he said.
He then let me take his arm and steer him out of the room. I mouthed that class was dismissed just before we left and Trevor gave me the “OK” sign with his hand.
I walked Mr. Raman to the teachers’ lounge and sat him in the chair. Mrs. Laurence raised an eyebrow. “Gabe?” she asked.
I nodded. “His worst yet. He set a whoopee cushion on the desk chair.” I said.
She snorted. “I could have done better than that.” She said.
3: The promise.

I was walking to the cafeteria when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to find Derik. He