When Scott stood up again, dusting off his notebooks, the guy was just staring at him. It was kind of intense. His suit looked fine, so he probably wasn't waiting for Scott to offer to pay for dry-cleaning, or anything.
Scott had the sudden idea that guy might know he was a werewolf, and he tensed, arm tightening around his books. The idea set him off in a low-grade panic, and he listened for Allison's voice—she was in the cafeteria, talking with Lydia—to center himself again. It would probably be really counterproductive to shift in front of a guy who might know about your lycanthropy. But no, when he played the moment back in his head, he knew he'd been careful. There was no way the guy knew. It had been stupid to think that.
The intensity of the guy's stare was still kind of unsettling.
"Um," Scott said, if only to maybe divert the guy's attention to something else. "So. Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. Are you a new teacher here?"
Yeah, you don't want that, wolf spit is probably super gross.
Scott had the sudden idea that guy might know he was a werewolf, and he tensed, arm tightening around his books. The idea set him off in a low-grade panic, and he listened for Allison's voice—she was in the cafeteria, talking with Lydia—to center himself again. It would probably be really counterproductive to shift in front of a guy who might know about your lycanthropy. But no, when he played the moment back in his head, he knew he'd been careful. There was no way the guy knew. It had been stupid to think that.
The intensity of the guy's stare was still kind of unsettling.
"Um," Scott said, if only to maybe divert the guy's attention to something else. "So. Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. Are you a new teacher here?"