Into The Brook (2) ((Contains slight adult langue, so please don't read if you don't find it appropriate, Thank you.)) Chapter 2- The Journey Home The principal's voice came over the over the loudspeaker, " I regret to inform you of this," she stopped to sniffle, but continued, "one of our beloved students, and a friend to many, Tasha Beni committed suicide last night. Classes are dismissed for today, and councilors will be available. Good day." I burst out crying, as if the news were new to me. People came from all over the class room to offer their condolences, and then left. My best actual friend came up me. "Nice one, A. How 'bout my place?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded, and said my fair-wells to the rest of the well-wishers. He knew all about the community I belong to, because he was apart of it too. Byron was most likely the first person I came in contact with that is around my actual age, and whom I know is a wolf. He's also the first one to know that I'm one as well. We made the way to our lockers, gathered our materials, and left in his new Ford truck. "Nice new truck." I teased. He usually got a new vehicle every so often. Just to keep them off his back. As I looked at him, I took in all of his beautiful features. His dark brown hair, olive skin, golden brown eyes. He was about 6'2, and had a rare blood type of O positive. Not to mention he was a great archer. "Thanks, the damn thing cost me a small fortune," he cursed. I tapped him on the nose with my forefinger. "You really need to work on your vocabulary if you're getting reduced to use vulgar 21st sentry words," he took my scolding lightly, so I stuck my tongue out at him. He looked at me with a playful sternness and said, "Stick that tongue out at me one more time I'm biting it." Seeing as he was joking, I stuck it back out at him. He reached over and put my tongue in his mouth biting gently. "Told ya," Byron mumbled after I had sucked my tongue back into my mouth. I'm almost completely sure that my face is burning red, but he was blushing too as we unbuckled in his car. "Why, if it ain't lil' ole Avery come to visit us!" Yelled one of Byron's brothers. He was a huskier kid, about 11, 4'9, blood type A negative, blonde hair and emerald eyes. Also a total psychopathic back-stabber. Nobody much cared for him. Then along came another one of Byron's 'brothers', a little nine year old with shaggy dark hair, and brilliant blue eyes. About 4'3, and another A negative. I like Pier, the nine year old. But I couldn't much handle Ozzy. Byron's two older brothers, Mike and David, plus their sister, Piper were all listening to music. As soon as they heard my name, the huge family of people who weren't bloodline with each other came racing to hug me. "Heard about your kill, nice ones squirt," praised Mike. I had always been a favorite of his after he tried to rape me... That's one hell of a story, but off topic completely. He ruffled my hair and kissed me on the check. The nineteen-year old let me tug his semi long curls, staring into me with almost silver eyes. Then Byron put his arm around me, indicating that the intimacy was to be cut short. Mike winked at me before returning to what he was doing, and after hellos were sent around, everyone else split apart too. "Hey, A., wanna go up to me room," Byron whispered devilishly into my ear. He was a massive turn on at times, but too much of a teaseover and bit it.