I'm so glad that my next class is in the Afternoon. So I slept till ten am and it's now I'm getting ready to head to class, I have event marketing and I'm already behind in that course I don't want to fail it. Werecats, mates and murderers have to wait, I have a future to save.

I'm all dressed and I've made coffee, I thought that at least I would wake up and forget everything that happened yesterday or how I almost got killed. But no, as soon as I woke up the memories kept pouring in, I had to flash my claws to see if they were still there and they were. They're cool though, I like them. Maybe this werecat stuff isn't that bad after all.

I just wish there weren't people out there trying to kill me.

I even remember Max's beautiful face and that puts a smile on my face. The quickness with which that smile came up is bizarre because this is someone who wasn't looking for anything serious but I do remember that I told myself I was going to give him a chance and I told him that I wanted to learn how to be a werecat.

Fuck, I forgot to give him my number. Oh, I remember we're mates we can use our psychic ability to communicate with each other I don't know how to do it but he does. And I'm sure I'll figure it out in due time.

Before I drink my coffee I stop and look at Elijah's door, it's been shut since last night. Maybe he left for a class already. But I want to know if he's alive and if he's avoiding me, he better stop that. Because he can't be avoiding me when it's me that should be avoiding him.

"Fuck this," I say after trying to come to my decision on if I should check up on him or if I should just leave. So I reach over to the door and I barge into the room not caring if I might see him and Ryan. Nothing, he's not here I look around the room and still nothing. His bed is made as if he was never in there. Is he finally moving?

Fuck do I care, that's for the best. I just don't want my parents calling me and asking about him because I will tell them the hard truth which is going to hurt them. After all, they loved our friendship. I loved our friendship too. But I'm not the one who decided to have sex with his boyfriend. I just pick up my back and I leave the apartment.

On campus I can hear what almost everyone is talking about, well the ones I choose to listen to. This superhuman hearing, I love it so much. It's one of the best things about being a werecat. Can't believe I'm not human anymore, damn.

Anyway, a boy is talking about how he's cheating on his girlfriend with his stepmother, which is nasty as hell and I know the guy he's telling all this to is going to be telling her because he's in love with her. I can't read his mind, I don't think reading minds comes with the package of being a werecat, I just have common sense.

A professor is talking about how she's tired of being a childless cat lady to her students and those students try to console her and those students try hard not to laugh. I laugh but I stop when people catch me laughing to myself. I try to act normal.

Some talk about catching chlamydia from having sex with someone who doesn't bathe. Ew. Fucking ew. Okay, I think this is the last I'm going to eves drop I've heard enough.

I enter the class and I see red-headed Harper talking to her sorer sisters. When she sees me she excuses herself. And she's headed toward me.

"David, how are you doing are you okay?" she asks and I look at her confused. "I heard about what happened with Ryan and Elijah." she says looking like she cares but I bet she does but how did she know that?"Almost everyone heard about it," she confirms as if reading my mind. I look behind her and people are whispering. Yep, they heard about it. "And I heard you shoved Ryan so hard he broke his back. Nice work he got what he deserved."

"Yeah," I say nodding. While I stare at her.

"Alright, just know that I'm here for you always okay? You're too good for those two."

"Gee, thanks Harper," I say.

She waves me off. "Anything for you." she winks and she walks away to continue gossiping with her sisters.

Harper Sullivan and I have been rivals since freshman year. Both of us have always been on top of our class. She's a rich girl from California, a curvy redhead who has a lot of opinions and who wants to plan weddings. Good luck finding clients who will tolerate her.

She's chatty, bossy and loves to gossip. And yes I'm mostly here to surpass her and not just because I care about my future.

I try my best to stop listening in on all the gossip from afar and I find my seat. It is quite embarrassing that the party animal of this school has just been cheated on. But fuck that, I'm here to learn not listen to anyone.

"Hello hello hello. Get ready for a pop quiz." Professor Guzman says and everyone except Harper moans. I look at Professor Guzman with pain in my eyes. He folds his arms and the forty-year-old man does not care about whiny children. He waits for everyone to finish moaning and sit which is what they do.

And when he sees everyone's sat. He claps his hands. "Great! Let's do this!"

Oh, I'm fucked.

Mr Paul Guzman is not the type to give make-up tests and sugarcoat grades. What he gives you is what you earned and right now I'm about to get an F a large fucking F. I just sit there looking at everyone as they write what they read or most importantly what they were taught in class and I haven't attended a single class since I got here. All I can do is stare at the ceiling.

So I drop my pen and I let out a sigh.

I place my hand on my chin. I'm fucked.

I look at Harper and she's too busy writing. Of course, she's writing. Fucking bitch, she's probably sleeping with the professor too. Shit, I shouldn't have thought that. That's misogynistic.

But wait a minute, how can I see Harper's answers right now? Holy shit I can see her answers from here. I can see them.

"Why thank you, werecat abilities," I say to myself and I begin to write copying from Harper's work. This is the first and last time I'm going to be doing this. I have to take school seriously.

I don't give a fuck what I said earlier. I fucking love being a werecat.

When Professor Guzman calls for everyone to put their pens up. I confidently get up and walk over to submit my work Mr Guzman is saying something about grades and I don't care about all that. All I know is that I'm not getting an F.

What I did wasn't cheating, it can't be cheating to have such a strong eyesight.