*Wrote this a lot faster than I expected
“Thanks again Frieda. Really saved Eric’s skin. Literally.” Nate said, not so subtly referring to Eric’s injured wee-wee. Eric blushed furiously, and hoped they could just keep this between the six of them. He’d rather not let everyone know he not only got jumped by a delusional Julie Stovall, but allowed her to literally sink her claws into him. And more specifically into his baby maker.
“No problem. Glad to help. Julie went too far this time. This isn’t revenge, it’s assault.” Frieda said
“Should we say something to someone? Like maybe Julie’s parents, or Eric’s?” Ben wondered aloud.
“No, it’d just be a case of he said she said. And besides, knowing Julie, that’d just make her even more determined to get back at Eric. Girl’s really gone off her rocker.” said Frieda. If the other had any doubts about Frieda’s allegiance to one side or the other, it was pretty obvious now she was on “Team Eric” and not “Team Julie”.
Frieda declined the lift back to her house, so the others headed back to the car. Eric pulled Spencer aside for a moment to ask what Frieda had been whispering to her about. He couldn’t hear like everyone else. And for whatever reason, Nate, Ben and Alex looked kinda uncomfortable.
“I’ll tell you later. Don’t worry.” Spencer said patting his arm. Eric was puzzled, but figured it was probably for the best considering how weird the guys looked.
It was bad enough Nate had to stand there and inspect his boy parts. Really the fact that he was still standing on two legs in the bathroom should have been enough for Nate to confirm Eric was still normal. Or his unchanged scent. But as Nate put it, better safe than sorry.
“Maybe you should start wearing some kind of protective cup if Julie’s going to start coming around and yanking your pants down. Or start carrying pepper spray.” Nate joked. The only reason he didn’t get clocked on the head was because he was driving. Otherwise he most certainly would have gotten a beating from his brother.
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Meanwhile…
Frieda was in luck, because Melissa Stovall had been waiting for Julie in the parking lot. She was surprised to see her with such a big grin on her face. And more surprised to catch the scent of an aroused male on her. A normal male. Her minds immediately jumped to the worst scenario.
“Julie Marie Stovall, would you care to explain yourself?” Melissa asked as soon as her daughter climbed into the car.
“What do you mean Mom?” Julie asked innocently enough.
“Don’t lie to me Julie. Have you been with Eric Anderson?” Melissa asked Julie point blank. And then, not surprising, Julie lied to her mother’s face.
“What? No. I got caught up chatting with some of my girlfriends. Frieda came to tell me you were waiting out front for me.” she said.
“Alright, then why do you smell like you just left a whore house?” Melissa had no patience for this. Between Julie and Martin, she was surprised her scales hadn’t started falling off in large clumps.
“I dunno. It’s a high school Mom. Teenagers, hormones, you know what it’s like.” Julie shrugged. Melissa was about to say more, but decided to wait until they were somewhere more private to let Julie have it. Though at this point in the day, everyone would probably be back from lunch.
And the last thing she needed was gossip about her berating her daughter in the Mayor’s office. Martin already had quite the reputation. Melissa didn’t want people to think she’d raised Julie to be a hussy.
“We’ll continue this talk in a moment. Your father wants to talk to you.” Melissa pulled the car out of the space, and straight onto the street.
Julie remained silent, suddenly worried. Her father never wanted to talk to her. Not unless it was about her parents’ constant fights, or if he wanted to give her some sort of speech. Julie was guessing it was the latter.
“God, I hope to hell Eric’s been having as bad a day as me.” Julie thought, looking out the car window to see that the parking lot was empty. Eric was no where to be seen. Which left Julie wondering if he’d run off, or if he was dealing with the fact that he was a weremer. She’d dug her nails in pretty hard, but didn’t know if she actually broke the skin of his cock.
The thought made Julie smile again. Melissa glanced at her daughter, finding Julie to be gazing out the car window with a horribly devilish grin on her face. And too similar to the mischievous look Alyssa had on her earlier in the day.
“God my life.” Melissa thought, tempted to just drop Julie off and drive until she drove off a cliff. It wouldn’t be a problem for her. She was a weremer, she was perfectly capable to surviving a car crash into the ocean. Maybe she’d just swim to Mexico, start selling piñatas, marry on of the locals, and having a dozen babies. Anything sounded better than the mess she was living in now.