My nemesis turns out to be my mate

of our pack, I couldn't believe my ears when he declared, "Y

ty," Miss Brighton, our teacher, interjected. Drew clutched his neck, panting. "I could have done worse; the idiot slapped me first," I retorted, turning to Miss Brighton and pointing at my

Drew, give her back her textbook." He tossed it to the floor, sneering, "P

ne summer when we were seven. He abruptly stopped talking to me. When I asked why, he coldly replied that

d, noticing the redness. I rubbed it unconsciously; it stung. "Drew slapped me," I replied. Frederick's face turned furious. "Why does he keep doing that?" Just then, a

y backed away and ran off.Does he really think this is a game? I strolled over to Frederick, and together we made our way home since we lived close by. "Alright, see you later! I need to freshen up," I calle

reeling like a ship caught in a storm. Our pack was thrown into chaos, and now it was just

own and dashed outside to join Frederick. He's been a great friend,

ay as the sun began to set today is Friday so no school till Monday

oice. I raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "What are you talking about?" He pulled down his collar to reveal the mark my teeth had left. "This should have healed by now, but it's still there. It won't