The Tiny Curse (Werewolf High Book 2) by Anita Oh Read Free Book Online Page A

everyone closing in on me.
    Somebody shoved me from behind and I stumbled forward, closer to the T-son brigade.
    “You’re ugly and poor. Why do people like you even exist in this world?” said Olivia.
    “You should just die,” said Charlotte.
    Somebody grabbed me and that seemed to be the sign they were all waiting for. They converged on me as if they were one entity, only it was freakier than that time they were being controlled by magic because this time they were doing it of their own free will, each and every one of them.
    Wow, I thought as they all started pulling at me, dragging me off my feet, people really suck a lot. I didn’t know what they were doing, if they had some sort of master plan, but I didn’t think it would end well for me. I mean, if a bunch of super rich kids decide to gang up and kill the poor scholarship kid, would anybody even do anything about it? They’d just bury me in the woods and be like “What? Lucy who? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” and their parents would pay some people off and it would be like I never existed. Oh man, that sucked so much. Dumb rich kids and their dumb group murder.
    I didn’t have too much time to think on it though, as they dragged me down the steps to the marble fountain. It was kind of painful and horrific, with people scratching and grabbing and poking at me. My legs scraped along the ground, and every time I tried to stand, somebody kicked my feet out from under me. They pulled my hair and laughed at me. It was basically Lord of the Flies and I was Piggy but I didn’t even have their stupid conch so I didn’t know why they couldn’t leave me alone.
    When we got to the fountain, they pulled me to my feet. I thought about making a break for it. If I got to the gardens, I might be able to evade them. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, somebody grabbed me by the hair and shoved my head into the fountain. Not long enough to drown me or anything, but definitely long enough for me to swallow some of that water and probably get E.coli. I struggled against them and they let me go. I stood up, gasping for air. Water dripped all down my face, in my hair and my eyes. I couldn’t see anything but I sure could see that I needed to get out of there before this went any further.
    Despite my best efforts, my bag had been pulled off my back and dumped into the fountain. Literally everything of value I had in this world was in that bag, and I couldn’t leave it there, but Astor and one of the other polo guys stood between it and me. No way could I overpower them, big meatheads that they were. I had to rely on my special Lucy-specific skills to get out of this. I didn’t know what those skills were, apart from maybe eating. I couldn’t eat my way out of this one though. The only other thing I was good at was pushing on through the obstacles, and that seemed appropriate to the situation. I let out a mighty roar and launched myself at the polo jerks. They seemed a bit surprised and moved out of my way.
    A few of the girls yelled and grabbed for me and I leapt into the fountain and grabbed my bag. I felt like I should’ve maybe stopped and made some sassy comment to them like people did on TV, but I had no words for the situation. Plus, they were already moving into action and I had no time to waste. I splashed my way across the fountain and jumped out the other side, vaulting a hedge in my haste to get away from them.
    I could hear them closing in on me as I ran down the path, the thunder of their footsteps and their jeering calls. I had been chased through these school grounds by rabid werewolves – more than once – but that wasn’t half as scary as being chased by entitled rich kids. Their thirst for my blood was palpable. If they caught me, I was done for.
    My wet bag was heavy and dug into my side as I ran. My whole body hurt from being dragged across the courtyard, but I didn’t even think of slowing down. I had to put some distance