Third period was English, one of the few classes Gabriel and I shared besides IT Tech. I was just stepping through the doorway when I spotted him a few paces ahead, sliding into his seat near the middle of the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The space between the door and my desk was crowded \u2014 students milling around, swapping books, and talking over one another. I was weaving through the gap when movement on my left caught my attention. One of the same guys from homeroom was cutting straight toward me, a smirk already in place. His path angled just enough to guarantee a collision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was going for the classic shoulder-check.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t step aside. Didn\u2019t tense. I just kept walking, eyes forward, until his shoulder met mine with a heavy thump<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The wolf in me didn\u2019t budge. Literally. My feet stayed planted, my balance steady, while he bounced back a half step like he\u2019d just tried to ram a steel post.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His smirk faltered, and before I even thought about it, a low growl rumbled in my chest \u2014 quiet, but carrying that unmistakable don\u2019t try that again<\/em> edge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His eyes flicked to mine for a fraction of a second, and something in them shifted. He looked away quickly, muttered something that wasn\u2019t quite an insult, and skirted around me to get to his seat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I walked to my desk like nothing had happened. Gabriel had turned in his chair to watch, his expression unreadable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t even move,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGuess I\u2019m hard to knock over,\u201d I replied, keeping my voice light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked at me for another second, then turned back toward the front, but I caught the faint curve of a smirk on his lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The teacher\u2019s voice rose above the chatter, starting the lesson, but the moment lingered \u2014 the kind of thing I knew Gabriel wasn\u2019t going to forget.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Third period was English, one of the few classes Gabriel and I shared besides IT Tech. I was just stepping through the doorway when I spotted him a few paces ahead, sliding into his seat near the middle of the room. The space between the door and my desk was crowded \u2014 students milling around, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-high-school-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/firstsemester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/firstsemester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/firstsemester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/firstsemester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/firstsemester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/firstsemester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/firstsemester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21\/revisions\/22"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/firstsemester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/firstsemester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/firstsemester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}