Chapter Two

JEZEBEL sat at the edge of the bed two outfits in her hands as she debated the idea of which would be better for her first day of school. Jonah offered to help her even though he was lost to the ways of fashion, not like Bel is much better. Still, she was more than willing to accept the help.

One of the outfits is a classy, somewhat girly outfit she had borrowed from Felicity in order to make a good impression. She would never be caught dead in a store meant for the girls who actually enjoyed wearing pink, that isn't under the age of twelve. Jezebel was skinny, short, pale, and had always yearned to rid herself of the endless freckles that littered her body. Unlike other girls who were curvy and gorgeous, for her it was like looking at an underdeveloped child.

"Hmm, I don't know," she mumbled to herself. The skirt was too short so she added a pair of leggings that were a match to the nude-pink sweater she was wearing.

The second outfit spoke to her way more. A pair of boyfriend jeans with holes cut up a little ways up the thigh with some black leggings to go underneath and one of Jonah's t-shirts, and her black converse. She watched as Jonah began analyzing the outfits with her as she tried them on, and how he smirked when he realized the shirt for the second outfit was his. She seemed to just absentmindedly grabbed one of his shirts rather than hers. You can't really blame her, the smell of his cologne always seems to calm her.

"You know, Princess, I am gonna need these shirts back eventually," he whispered, his voice deep with sleep. He grabbed the edge of the shirt messaging it with his fingers. She blushed slightly pulling away from his hold. Her hands falling at her sides glumly.

"Help me," she whined looking in the full length mirror by Jonah's bed. She wanted to make a good impression but the outfit from Felicity gave the wrong idea, and she was sure Felicity herself hadn't worn any of that since they were younger.

"I like the second one because it's more of something you'd wear plus you'd be wearing my shirt," He all but growled, his eyes turning a shade darker. She agreed ignoring his odd behavior. Not like Jezebel thought anything of it , it was really kinda normal for him. He was always protective and flirty. She hung the outfit for tomorrow before taking her spot on his bed.

Her head fluttered with thoughts of how much she would miss this. How if someone better than her came along that he would leave her. Someone prettier with a nice body, and amazing personality. How she might be rude to Bel and Jonah would take the model's side, then their relationship would fall the pieces and they would never be friends again.

"What's wrong? Your heart is racing. Is something in your mind?" Jonah mumbled looking into her eyes with a pout.

A hundred ways to kill any hoe you date. She thought, knowing better than to say that aloud.

"Nothing important," she said burying her head into his chest. As soon as he started stroking her head she dozed off. She allowed herself to calm down, her heart slowing till it was only a pitter in her chest.

She felt the bed shift slightly  his body looking slightly over hers as she "slept", she was sure he would never do this if she was awake which made the moment very sad sometimes. His fingers caressed her cheek sending small shockwaves through every inch of her body.

She waited impatiently for his final move, his lips met hers sending waves and waves of tingles through her whole body. She forced herself not to react, the first time he did this she nearly peed herself. She was maybe twelve

•••••

The next morning consisted of Noah running around in his underwear screaming that he couldn't find his pants and Felicity running after him with his pants in her hand trying to get him decent in front of the children, and Sophie and Mia were fighting over clothes, and Jonah was not even  getting up and ready.

Jezebel, unlike the rest of them, had been up since five getting ready for a school day. It wasn't nearly as stressful for her considering she had been preparing since they told her she was going to school.

She grabbed the outfit Jonah suggested. Slipping it on, she braided part of her back and pulled the into a high ponytail. She grabbed her glasses, which she has been forced to wear since she was ten, slipping them on. She looked nerdy, and she hated it but without them she couldn't see two feet in front of her.

Suddenly, Jonah came into the room. His hair was partially dry and a pair of loose sweatpants hung on his hips, and to make it better he was shirtless. She had to force herself to look away from his toned abs and v-line that was showing on the rim of his pants.

Don't stare, Don't stare, DO NOT STARE! She repeated to herself over and over as she avoided looking at him the best she could, but she still found herself almost drooling over his body. His chuckling brought her back with a shudder.

"You should close your mouth," he mumbled, "you'll catch flies," she threw a pillow at him, but sadly he caught it throwing it back into the bed. He smiled at her showing his pearly teeth before drying his hair the rest of the way with a towel.

"My mouth was opened a reasonable distance thank you very much," she mumbled pulling at the Jim of her, well Jonah's shirt. He laughed loudly grabbing a shirt from his drawer. She couldn't help but to grunt in disproval watching his toned chest disappear under the fabric.

They all left piling into two cars. Jonah and Jezebel hopped in a sports car with Mia. Sophie arguing that she was riding with Noah and Felicity, even though they hadn't agreed. Jonah let her do what she wanted, and was prepared for all the hell they were gonna raise.

Sophie was the more talkative of the two, with Mia being quite introverted. She sat in the back not making a sound, until she asked for the Aux cord. Some time later once we got on the road Jonah began to wheeze.

"They found her," he said laughing uncontrollably, not giving any clues as to how he knew.

The car radio blasted the sound of Mia's pop music, which Jezebel found nauseating. It was almost making her ears bleed before they reached the school. She had no clue how anyone could find it enjoyable it's like what people see as rap 'Young Thug' was a perfect example. She found this music mind numbing. Not that she could blame the people who liked it for liking it, but she just didn't find it all that enjoyable.

"You ready?" Jonah asked. His smile appearing as she nodded her head yes. She had been so into thought she hadn't realized the school coming into view.

"So we actually have all but two classes together," she mumbled looking at their newly acquired schedule, "we have first, second, third, fifth, and sixth," he grunted signaling he didn't like that too much.

"What's wrong with you mister grumpy pants?" She cooed in a baby voice.

"I wanted to have all the same classes with you," he grumbled in a whisper. She made an awe noise before squeezing his cheeks. He moved out of grasp grunting a little before pulling her towards their first period.

"Please take your seat so we can all get a acquainted," a woman said from the front of the class. She wore a pencil skirt with a low-cut blouse and her hair wound wound tightly into a bun on top of her head. Her glasses placed on the tip of her nose was a nice touch to the whole "stern" teacher look.

Jonah sat down next to Jezebel without saying a word. His eyes trailed on the teacher before he smirked up at her. She smiled suddenly her eyes becoming brighter. The woman wrote her name in a neat font on the dry-erase board: 'Mrs. Halter'

Bel was sure she had heard that last name before. She racked her brain for answers and when she took her hair down and started talking again, she knew.

"Hello, my name is Mrs. Halter," Jonah looked up at the teacher smiling. His aunt was teaching a class here? Jezebel hadn't been informed, but why would she, "I am a fun English teacher not one that is stressed about proper everything, but you are in the accelerated placement program so there is a need for you to be held to a certain standard," she said a little sternly. Jezebel listened as she ranted. Ashton had always been Jezebel's favorite of Jonah's aunt. She was quirky and due to her being so young she found it easy to relate to the younger generation.

The day seemed to fly and eventually she was alone her hand hanging low as she tried to remember where her room was from the tour she had take only days before. She searched before finally coming across it and rushing in to take her seat. It was a not very crowded room with maybe two or three people.

On the board there was one sentence: 'Welcome to Art Class 101'. She found a girl that looked very promising with a sketch book out. Her curly brown hair was pulled out of her face as she concentrated on what looked like a face. She looked in Jezebel's direction mumbling under her breath.

"You know wolves are quiet dangerous," she said in all seriousness. Jezebel must of pulled a face because she suddenly laughed, "I'm just kidding. They are actually quite loving creature, well most of them. Some are very dangerous, you know? Nobody knows a lot about the nature of a wolf, but we are surrounded by them," she gave no further explanation before going back to drawing, her face straining with concentration once again.

"Well, that was a nice introduction," Jezebel mumbled attempting to break the ice that seemed to have only grown thicker, "I'm Jezebel," she looked into her eyes and for a second Bel almost feels naked under her gaze.

"Would you prefer for me to call you Bel?" The girl didn't even down as her pencil began to move again sketching the beginning of a mouth. She hadn't known why the girl knew her nickname, but she hesitantly agreed. Jezebel was a bit of a mouthful and Bel seemed to suit her more.

"What's your name?" Bel asked taking a seat before pulling out her sketchbook and starting in the assignment.

"My name is Dylan," she murmured in concentration. Her pencil moving rapidly as she sped drew on the paper. The rest of the face slowly came alive on the paper.

Jezebel stared in awe as a picture of herself was being drawn. Everything about the picture seemed so realistic. The eyes had to be her favorite part because as she finished them she realized that there was a wolf in the shadow.

Jezebel mumbled to herself absentmindedly  and continued working in her project. It was suppose to be the face of a baby, but the more she drew the more it started to look like a baby angel. It was a small fragile thing and it's skin looked looked almost shadowless. 

"You know we are suppose to be drawing innocence," Jezebel said looking at the picture of herself again. She was surprised by the amount of detail Dylan put into the picture.

"I know," she agreed. Her face not faltering. Jezebel didn't know if she should have been honored or offended. It's not until the bell rings that she looks up again. She smiled at me not saying a word.

When Jezebel walked into the hallway Jonah was standing to greet her. His smile was so bright until he saw Dylan. His smile became a frown as he made a noise that sounded a lot like a growl.

"Pipe down little pup," she smiled, "Behave, or else you won't be keeping that little secret very long," she turned walking away. Was she talking to her Bel or Jonah? What was with the use of the word pup? And why did she say 'little secret"?

Jonah looked more shocked than confused. Dylan laughed flicked his earlobe and walking down the hall. Jonah snarled after coming down from his shock.

"Stupid witch," He mumbled causing Bel to hit his chest, "What?! She is!" She shot him a warning glare before grabbing his hand a walking with him to their next class.

The classroom was actually a science lab, because of the subject: Chemistry, and the the tables had two seat each. Sadly, this teacher had given assigned seats and Jonah and Jezebel weren't able to sit by each other.

"I'll get it fixed and tomorrow you can seat by me," he grabbed her book bag sitting it at her table. When he sat down she worked up the nerve to see who she sat beside: 'Felix Dane'.

She pondered in the name for a minute. She was sure she had heard the name already today. Maybe he was in one of other classes? She turned her head when the chair pulled out beside her.

Felix, he was a well-built guy and looked like he could lift a tank. She knew that he couldn't, mostly because his muscles were steroid induced and if tried to lift anything above his benching weight he would probably pull something or break an arm.

She couldn't really place why, but she didn't like him. He was handsome sure,  but he doesn't hold a candle to Jonah.

"Hello my name is Felix," the guy introduced, "you are?" She didn't want to answer the random guy, but she knew that he was gonna keep on by the persistent look in his eye.

"Jezebel," she said pulling out her sketchbook. She didn't like the way he smelled. It was a musky odor of cigarettes covered by cologne and breath mints.

"You like to draw?" This time she didn't feel obligated to say anything and instead nodded her head. He chuckled lightly sending a wave of disgust down her spine.

"Maybe one day you can draw a picture of me," his voice got lower as he whispered in her ear, "maybe you could join me, and we could make some art together," she wanted to throw up. Mostly because the imagine in her head, and also because of how sucky that attempt at a pick-up line was.

"Come on, Honey," she soothes watching as the jock's face contorts with confusion, "you can do better than that, can't you?" She looked back to see Jonah with a look in his eye that she couldn't quite place. A mixture of anger and loathing, but also a look of pride. She felt her heart flutter at this look because it sent a shock down her spine to continue.

"I...uhm... I thi-yes?" She smirked making sure to keep partial eye-contact with Jonah. His face mirrored her own and that alone made Jezebel's fluttering heart to beat faster.

"Give it another shot," she said watching as he thought of a new pick-up line. Of course he couldn't think of one and spent the entire class period spouting out different attempts to impress, but none of them worked.

The bell began to violently ring and she watched as the Jock got up and began to walk out of the classroom for lunch. Jonah sent a low growl in his direction making it obvious that he didn't like the guy already. He wrapped his arm around Jezebel's waist as the walked.

"Who are we sitting with?" Bel asked referring to lunch. She really didn't know where to sit considering she usually ate lunch in her room, by herself.

"Well," Jonah mumbled," Noah, Felicity, Jared, and Franklin are in the same lunch with us we can eat with them," she had to admit the idea was appealing. You see Jared and Wyatt are brothers, and they both act like the older siblings of Jezebel. Especially Jared, and it's probably because they've known her since she moved there and what not but it still felt weird for her.

Anytime anything happened to her Jared would become nervous and rush to her side. She hadn't really questioned it until one day he made a comment about it was 'his job to protect her under any circumstances'. It was a little freaky because he had said it completely serious and all she had down was trip and scrapped her knee.

"That's fine," she agreed pulling herself together. Jonah suddenly got really dazed and mumbled profanities under his breath.

"I will be right back," he sighed, "I forgot something in my locker," he dashed in the opposite direction forcing her to make her own way to the cafeteria.

"You seem lost, Honey," she cringed at the nickname, and went to snap back. She turned around and came face to face with a dazed Felix. He smiled sickly at her showing off his pearly teeth.

"You know for someone with bright teeth, your breath stinks," she mumbled turning around and walking back.

"I'm not done with you," he grunted grabbing her by the hair pushing her against the wall, "you know I wouldn't be surprised if you snapped like a twig," his voice was low and his hands moved down her face and to her neck.

She almost began to plead when she screamed mad his hand tightened cutting off her oxygen. She looked around for cameras but this part of the school was a dead zone. She couldn't scream again and she hoped that somebody had heard her the first time.

She clawed at his hands as black dots filled her vision. That's when she heard it. A low, deadly growl. One she had heard before. In a flash Felix was off her and on the ground.

She seen Jonah on him before grabbing him by the neck and dragging him down the hallway. Jezebel fell to the ground her body shaking as she cried. Her met her sore neck only prompting her to cry harder.

"I'll be right back," she said not even making eye contact with her still keeping her pace, "that idiot better not be dead when I get there," she grumbled still running.

Jezebel still felt tears falling down her eyes even though the initial shock was over. He had choked her and everyone would know it. She couldn't explain the hand marks around her neck, and she didn't know how well she could hide them.

Jezebel sat there for a good bit. She just peered on into the dark hallway still sitting on the ground. When she saw Dylan coming back holding Jonah by the ear. She threw him down at her feet and watched as he slowly got up sitting on his knees not looking up.

"Do not get angry," Dylan grunted at him propping herself against a wall. Jonah growled and snarled at her. Jezebel sat there at watched as the argued not saying a word.

"I can get angry all I want, Witch," Jonah said finally standing all the way up.

"You get too angry and you know what happens," she mumbled something at the end along the lines of 'dumb wolf' as she continued her lecture, "you really want to start having to get homeschooled again? Leave her here without you?" Jonah seemed to perk up at the last sentence. He glanced towards Bel his eyes full of different emotions.

They stared at each other in the quiet for what felt like forever. Suddenly, Dylan stepped in between the both of them. She stuck her hand out like she was holding something invisible. She started making a cutting motion with her other hand before stepping back.

"Cutting the tension," she mumbled stepping back further until she reached the wall again. She seemed proud of herself when Bel started laughing. Jonah still seemed royally pissed off at the confrontation earlier, but when she started laughing his eyes softened a little.

"I'm gonna leave there is a mushy moment coming and I am not good with those," Dylan said turning on the balls of her feet and walking away. When Jezebel was going to ask Jonah what she meant he reached around and hugged her. She hadn't dared move and instead watched as he pulled her a closer. The embrace was warm and welcoming.

She found herself hugging him back as he took a deep breath. Now she had to prepare. No way was the bruising going to go unnoticed, and if Jonah did kill Felix than Jared, Noah, and Felicity sure as Hell were.