Wolf Springs High School
I looked down at my schedule with a sigh. "Room 1308" I read aloud. I nearly jumped from my own fur as the bell rang. "Oh shit..." I huffed, and jogged down the hall where I thought my first period may be. I stopped at the door as my hand hovered over the handle. I swallowed audibly and pushed the door open, entering my class. The teacher, a middle-aged vixen, turned to face me as the class went silent. "And who may you be?" She practically stared into my soul through the thick lenses of her glasses. "Well?""I-I-I am..." I mentally slapped myself in the face. "I'm Terryn." I managed.She grabbed a clip board from her desk, looking over her list of names, before marking one off. "Oh, there we are!" She said with a giggle, setting it back down. "I am Mrs. Abernathy, and welcome to Coordinate Algebra, Mr. Dawes! But even more so, welcome to Wolf Springs High!" She greeted me bubbly. "You may take a seat behind Sherry in the back." She pointed to a young rabbit on the end of the row. Slightly relaxing, I made my way to the back, but tripped over a book bag on my way, eliciting a few giggles from the class, which Mrs. Abernathy quickly hushed. I sat down with my cheeks turning red under my fur. This was going to be a long first day. ---After an agonizing hour of complicated, seemingly useless math, the class ended and the students swarmed the halls again to head to second period. Which meant I had to try to navigate the labyrinth called high school once again. I stared down at my schedule, sidestepping around other students passing by.I looked up at the nearest classroom, reading off the number and comparing it to my schedule, turning a corner and running face first into a wall of fur. I stumbled backwards, dropping my bag and falling onto my back. With a groan, I rubbed the back of my head, sitting up. "You okay?" A voice asked. I looked up to see a large wolf squatting in front of me. He had black fur, covering most of his body, which was well muscled. His tail was mainly black, but the top side of it was white. He wore tight blue jeans, with a red t-shirt baring the logo of the most recent mainstream saying, over which was a white hoodie, which contrasted with his dark fur. Upon moving up to his face, I nearly gasped. A dark muzzle presented a white, sparkling grin. His ears, tipped with white, stood tall and proud, one with a red ring piercing the tip. His eyes were a deep violet, so bright it looked as though someone had colored them with a crayon. "See something you like? You've been staring quite a while." His grin stretched a millimeter further as I blushed and turned my head. "N-No!" Was the most I could manage at the moment. I scrambled to gather my books and papers which had fallen from my bag, and turned back to see him looking over one of my books in his large paws - a romance novel to be in fact. "You
like this kinda stuff eh?" He gave a quick laugh. "Are you one of those guys who likes to take a girl out for long walks on the beach and eat dinner by candle light?" My cheeks reddened more, as I snatched the book back from him. "T-That book was assigned to me!" I lied, quite badly.He ruffled my hair, which made me jump back. "Liar." He snapped. "ts your first day Freshie. I can tell." He smirked, teasingly. "What?! How would you know?!" "Well first off, I've never seen you around. And second..." He pointed at my schedule, to the current class I was searching for. "You're going the wrong way." He said matter-of-factly. "Shut up." My ears flattened themselves to my head, as I looked down to the floor to conceal my bright red cheeks. "Hey, cheer up!" He lifted my chin back up with a finger. "I'll show you around. Our next two classes are the same anyways." "N-No, its fine I'll find my own-""Ah-ah-ah!" He cut me off. "Just follow your knight in shining armor." He grinned as I sighed and followed him. He started pointing out certain classes and rooms, describing their teachers and purposes, as though he were a tour guide. "This right here is the cafeteria, where you'll be coming after 4th period ends..." I tuned him out, focusing on getting to my class. I felt his large paw clasp my shoulder from behind, making me jump. "Hey, Earth to freshie, anyone home?" "Why do you keep calling me freshie?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. "You haven't told me your name. Well, that and you're a freshman." "You never told me yours." I countered."My name is whatever you want it to be..." He leaned forward with a playful smirk on his muzzle. "...cutie." In that moment, I swear my cheeks were cherry red. "You-um... I... You... Me... What?" "You heard me." He gave a suggestive grin. "I... Lets just get to class." I stepped past him, starting down the hall before he called out. "Wrong way freshie!" --"Here we are." My escort pushed a set of double doors open, throwing his arms out to the sides as though we were guests of honor to the gym. I started down the short hallway, about to step into the main area of the gym before he stopped me. "You can't go in just yet Freshie." He seemed to be amused."And why is that?" I asked flatly. "You'll figure it out." He waved me over to a smaller room, pointing at a row of lockers. "You can use this one." He approached it, pulling it open with one paw, before reaching in and pulling something out. "You have to be properly dressed." He smiled, giving a teasing, evil, shit-eating grin; tossing me the shorts and a t-shirt. "Drop em Freshie." He pointed to my jeans. "Unless you wanna drop and give Coach Simmons twenty." "Are you gonna... Um... Watch me?" I asked shyly at the idea of him watching me undress."Well if you insist, I
guess I can." He grinned and licked his maw. "Really?" I demanded flatly. With a giggle he turned around, his back to me. I gave a loud huff and changed into the gym clothes as fast as I could. The shorts felt a bit small and the shirt just slightly tight, but I ignored it. "You done?" He turned around. "Oh, good!" He looked me over with his violet eyes, before moving back up to my face again. "Good to see you've kept yourself fit." "Ugh... Can we just get in the gym now?" I desperately wanted to have some witnesses around, so as not to be alone with the lupine, and just in case he tried something. "I don't see..." He leaned forward, placing a hand against the locker beside my head, his muzzle inches from my own as I felt his breath tickle the fur on my face. "...Why you're in such a rush, Freshie." The word 'Freshie' held out as though it were my real name. "M-My name isn't Freshie. Its Terryn." I tried to ignore how close he was to me. "Terryn..." He practically rolled the word around in his mouth, getting a feel for it as though analyzing each syllable, each letter. "I like it... It seems fitting for you." His other hand grazed against the base of my tail. With a wince I ducked under his arm, stepping past him quickly. I turned to see him holding up his hands defensively with a smirk. "Too far. Okay, I get that." Though he was smiling playfully, his eyes were apologetic. He pointed out the door. "Let's just get to the gym."I sighed and followed him out into the gym.Upon entering, I was greeted by shouting, sneakers sliding and squeaking on the floor, and balls bouncing. Over to the right, there was a group of girls playing an aggressive game of volleyball, the teams shouting snarky remarks at their opposers. On the left, boys of all sizes ran back and forth, passing a basketball back and forth, giving the occasional shot at the goal, some succeeding and others bouncing off of the rim back into the mass of hands reaching up to catch it. In the corner, sitting in a chair, was a middle-aged tiger, the hairs on his chin beginning to grey. He leaned back in the chair, perfectly still. "Don't worry, he's not dead. Coach Simmons sleeps through most of the day." He explained, as a light snore came from the lazy tiger. I couldn't help but give a giggle at that, to which the nameless wolf seemed pleased to have humored me. "Wait, I still don't know you're name." I turned and asked."Like I said, its whatever you want it to be." "Ugh..." I grunted. "Ugh? Thats an interesting name, but I wont judge." He teased. "Shut up." "As you wish, Freshie." I nearly cringed at the word as he joined into the game of basketball, leaping up and snatching the ball from a cheetah's grasp. I sat at the bench, not really wanting to do anything. So I stared at the floor for what felt like an eternity. I nearly jumped in
surprise as there was a thud on the bench, as a panting bandicoot-coyote hybrid fell backwards onto the bench with a loud huff of breath. He turned to me. "Sup." He spoke in a deep voice that almost didn't seem to match him. "H-Hey there." I stuttered per-usual, humiliating myself more. He gave me a quick look-over. "Why are you dressed out?" He asked. "I was told we had to." I wondered why he would ask a question like that."Coach doesn't make us dress out on Fridays." He explained. "Did you come in here with Blake?" He asked. "Who?" I answered with a question of my own, dumbfounded."Him." He pointed to the same flirtatious wolf who'd been harassing me all day."Oh... Yeah. Why?" I didn't see why he had wanted to know."Ah..." He sounded as though he'd just heard some kind of inside joke. "Name's Amedeo." He ignored my question. "Terryn." He ran a hand over his neck, ruffling his burgundy fur. "Heh. Never thought Blake was the guy to go after a freshman. Although we were always certain he'd go for a guy one day." Amedeo grinned. "Wait, what?!" "See ya 'round Terryn." He stood up and jogged back into the game. I leaned my head back. Would I ever get one normal class period? The bell rang loudly, making me jump in surprise. I watched as all the players stopped their games and shuffled around dropping their gear onto the floor, flooding out the doors. I remembered I was still in my gym clothes, and made my way back to the locker room, seeing Blake waiting by the door when I realized something:He wasn't dressed out either. He never had changed. Immediately my shorts felt somewhat smaller, my shirt just a bit tighter, as I blushed heavily and tried to sneak back into the locker room. "There you are." Blake's hand caught my shoulder. "What? Is there somethin' on my face?" He pawed at his cheek jokingly. I brushed his hand off and stepped into the locker room, finding my locker and opening it, pulling my clothes out and changing again. After putting the gym clothes back into my locker, I exited the locker room, returning to Blake. "Alright, our third period is French." "Sounds boring." I replied flatly. "Well y'know, they say French is the language of romance." He smirked."Oh boy." I sighed and followed him to the next class.