??A Howl In The Night??
?(She’s mine)?
?Chapter 12?
“very pretty”
I gasp and look in alarm towards the manly figure that I know all too well. “Xavier!” I exclaim in surprise, “I didn’t know that you were going to be this quick!” Red blossoms onto my cheeks, embarrassment flooding through me.
He winks at me, standing on the ground over the stream. “It’s called super-speed, sweetheart,” he says sultrily, spiking that terrible desire in my heart.
“Oh,” I cough a little, wondering just how I’m going to get out of this situation.
“I brought you a hairbrush, some clothes, food, and your backpack.”
“How did you get my backpack?” I question confusedly.
“I snuck through the window and got it. Ms. Penn unfortunately left the window open when she forced you into exile, letting the same tragedy happen all over again,” he snorts.
“Where are the clothes?” I demand, and he pulls them from his jacket.
“What do you want me to do with them?”
“Put them down, go away, and turn around,” I carefully instruct, my tone firm.
“But why do I have to do all that?” he complains as he places the clothes next to my old ones. “That’s so-” he cuts off as he spies my old clothes, his eyes widening. Realization finally dawns on him, and he awkwardly straightens, trying not to glance at me. “Sorry,” he apologizes, struck a little. For some reason, it surprises me that he is so affected, blushing a deep, tomato red. I always thought that I could never make a boy be like that.
As he zooms away, I begin to laugh. “It would be nice if you would just get it sometimes, Xavier. Work on that,” I murmur as I slip out of the water, using my old shirt to dry off. Interestedly I pick up the clothes he brought, wondering what he decided to get me. The shirt is a casual top, with a little bit of lace, and is sleeveless.
The jeans are nice also, a little bit more fitted than my other ones. He brought some shoes too, golden ones that match the top. With pleasure, I sigh as the unfamiliar clothes brush against my skin. “You can come now!” I call, and Xavier zooms to my side. His blue hair is tousled, some strands sticking straight up. His face is a little exerted, but that is to be expected from someone that just ran several miles.
“Here is your food!” he exclaims, whipping out a brown paper bag. My stomach suddenly growling, I take it it out of his hands, reveling in the warmth radiating from it.
“This looks good,” I emit as I survey the contents; a biscuit, bacon, and eggs. Xavier leads me over to a big rock, and I sit on it, my ankle hurting when I place weight on it.
“You didn’t walk on your right foot, did you?” he probes suspiciously.
“I used a cane.”
“Don’t you think you are a little young for that?” he laughs, merry pearls of joy ripping through the thick air.
“Nah,” I shake my head as he sits on the ground, taking my foot in his hand. He takes the first-aid kit beside him, drawing out a long bandage to wrap around the injury.
“Why did you get in the stream?” he asks as he works.
“Do I have to have a reason?” I snap jokingly, wondering why Xavier always manages to put me in a good mood.
“You know, I would love it if you actually obeyed me sometimes.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I ask honestly, my voice jesting.
He peers at me, his eyes of laughter. “You would get rewarded… with a kss,” he smiles, and for a minute, that seems like a pretty sweet prize.
“Ew!” I yell, though my blush betrays the truth, “why would I want a kss from you?”
“I’m the hottest guy at your school,” he smirks, “why wouldn’t you want a kss from me?”
“Who said you were the hottest guy at our school?” I accuse.
“Just about everybody… duh.” He struggles over the modern term, making me laugh.
“Well, why would I want a kss from an old werewolf then?”
“Because I’m HOT!” he answers, “and I’m not old! We went over this.” He pauses, almost caressing my foot as he puts the final touches on my bandage. “Hot isn’t good enough,” he winks, “I should be sizzling hot. Don’t you think, Mona?”
“Arrogant, much?” I ask, not really listening to him anymore.
“Don’t sidestep the question,” he orders, grabbing my hand, “all that matters is you, Mona. Tell me honestly.” I can tell he is joking, but his words still strike a chord in my chest. We are suspended in time, the fated words forming in my lips, yet my mouth too cowardly to say them. I stare into his eyes, sparkling with cheer, examining his altogether beautiful features.
I pull away quickly, looking away. “What time is it?” I ask, trying to avoid his penetrating gaze.
Xavier looks to his wristwatch. “7:40,” he says, and I sigh in relief. For a minute, I thought we had lost track of time. “I can get us there in two minutes,” he says plainly, “with a shortcut.”
“Cool,” I murmur, then dig in with my fork into my meal. There is a slight rumble of satisfaction as the delicious eggs grace my stomach. I linger over each bite, delighting myself in the wonderful taste. Xavier sits, watching me with a strange expression. “What are you looking at?” I murmur, my voice irritated.
He chuckles. “Nothing,” he murmurs, “it is just that I have never seen anyone so happy when eating food.”
“Well, I don’t get much of it,” I mutter under my breath, my words clearly heard by the stunning man before me. He snorts in agreement.
“Obviously she wants you to starve to death.”
I don’t reply, consumed with swallowing the last bite of biscuit. Now I move on the bacon, my favorite part. It is slightly crunchy, with just the right amount of salt.
Wonderful.
“I never knew you could sing, and so prettily,” he says finally, after a long period of silence, “you don’t seem like the type.”
“Is that supposed to be an insult?” I question, offended by his remark. I swallow the last of the bacon, smiling in contentment.
“Only you,” he sighs, “would take that as an insult. I suppose I should get used to it.”
“Of course,” I grin, my crooked teeth winking in the gasps of sunlight bursting through the treetops, “it’s not like I am going to change.”
“Sure. Whatever,” he says, standing up and brushing the leaves off his pants. “We got to go. It’s 7:55 and school starts at… 8:00, right?” I nod in response. He beckons, and I walk to him, my heart thumping furiously in my chest. He grabs me, his hands wrapped around my waist and knees, and begins to run through the wild underbrush, path unknown.
I wonder how he can go so fast. Everything around me is a blur, and it is impossible to see where we are going. He probably has “super vision” too… werewolves just get it all, don’t they?
By the time we reach the school, I have a barrage of questions to ask him. “Where are the other supernatural creatures?” I probe, my voice questioning.
He grins. “A Twilight fan?”
“No. But I’ve heard about dragons and fairies and stuff like that,” I truthfully say. His smile widens.
“We aren’t one hundred percent sure, but we haven’t seen any other supernatural creatures. So far it is just us, and the Shifters. Well, there are some cases of werewolves where they morph into a dog instead of a wolf. Crossbreeds,” he shakes his head.
“Why wolves?”
“I truthfully have no idea. Maybe the fact that we are dogs signifies that we are servants to the humans. Or maybe it’s because dogs are just that awesome,” he smirks as he drags me into the bone-crushing throng of students.
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