A howl in the dark

ou just leav

I am. "You really want to know?" he warns, "even I do

wly. That was supposed to be a rhetorical quest

ying that werewolves are very similar to wolve

er my breath, earning

?" he asks. I just

th their "signature" scent, an underlying smell every creature in the world has. They are all a little differe

single hand cover my moving lips. He looks at me, stun

mells. However, yours is extra attractive. I have n

our mate?" I ask curiou

bright sun. As he ponders, his eyebrows narrow a little in deep concentration. Finally, he turns to me, his expression hard. "I don't know why, but I... can't sta

tuck with you for the rest

ter school, I am going to take you ba

ring even the birds away. He looks at m

my friends can help." He grabs me once more for a spine-crushing hug, sending electricity through my body. "Why can't you be more acc

movement. "You have to do better than that," Xavier grins, "if you want to slap a werewolf." He pulls me closer, his hot breath dawdling on my cheek. "Here is

from him, my voice high and screeching. He just smiles at the obvious disconcertment h

ows I wil

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ts, standing two full stories tall, casting a shadow upon their forms. Weeds sprout in little bursts all over the premises, gra

head to his side, forced by my probable tardiness, I spy his excited face. "Why are you so happy, wolfboy?" I snap, my voice h

ing? I thought you had perfect posture," he

y, looking away from him, "answer my

"Well, you sure did taste good," he smiles brightly, winking at my form. I boil, my eyes now in a squint. Once again, Xavier just lo

second hand tick towards the 12, prompting the minute hand to gravitate towards its next number. I grab Xavier's hand, dragging him along

as I slide to meet

wards the floor in shame. I am late. Ms. Penn is g

that I am so aware of him, the smallest touch alerting me and making butterflies flutter in my stomach. Why can't I just avoid him

lly nonexistent eyebrows–obviously they have been plucked too much–rise as she surveys Xavier's glistening blue

ping to her knees. He cracks a million dollar smi

my ma-" he begins, only to wince as

stening as she absorbs his masculine features. "I haven't seen

around the school." The fat lady finally turns her laser

for this witch. "You will be counted tardy," she informs me, my eyes widening in a

he school, and we lost track of the time... it is my fault." His touch i

her obvious liking of the beautiful man beside me. Finally, she replies, "oka

th, although I desperately try to fight it. "Thank you,"

ng through me at that moment. I

rs us to follow. Her face is flushed as she wobbles down the

nd away again, anger rushing through me. "Don't touch me!" I demand. Now there is fu

n't understand why I am behaving this way. "Don't worry," he whispers, leaning in, his breath dancing across my ear, "I will only kis

ember that

eiling my guilty pleasure. He seems to sense it

love me so quickly!" he says happily

eeble comebacks are useless against his unrelent

f redness still dusting her plump cheeks. With a flirty smile, she says, "I am the school nurse, Mrs. Teal. Please come to

y happy to sa

rganized place I have seen in my entire life lies before me, shocking me still. "Wow," I whisper as I

hive hairdo that climbs about seven inches into the air. It is a masterpiece, reminding me s

o children," she squeaks like a mouse, her word

I am new here," he informs her, flashing a smile at the minuscule, shr

e new student. I have your schedule in this stack... somewhere..." she comments as she places the pile i

complete and total surprise. The lady glances at our faces, unblinkingly. "You need some passes, correct?" she inquires quickly, sh

undetectable crease in her forehead as she turns to her computer, annoyance flickering in her features. We sta

elf, but soon he is chuckling with me. "Her voice..." I nearly moan, drowning in a fit of

ly chastises, "let's no

the perfect gentleman." I get swept into

is firm embrace. His arms surround me, squeezing me tightly. "I'm you

body all at once as I realize how close he is to me. His

his even slightly, I could

myself once again that I hate him. I am not supposed to get along with this crazy, beau

e are in the middle

my hesitation, and asks qu

xt few words, each one harsh and bitter

o his eyes, lest they b

head still bowed. "What happened?" he persi

rsation, trying to seed out the offensive words he must have said. Swiftly I snatch the paper out of h

er tightly in my hands, until it nearly crumples in my fingertips. "Why do you have the EXACT s

d..." he trails off, whi

he leave

some privacy, some time away from this madness.

tarting the trek through the maze of hallways and rooms towards our first class. As I pa

pick it up, a sm

I just brush him off, ignoring his energetic words. "Mona," he

As

ut never?

ard you try to make me go away, I will not give up." Each word he speaks is full of authority, of pure determination. His eyes grow dark as

mpletely different now, more dangerously handsome than cutely naive. Thi

he looks li

how about a date, Mona?" he asks once more. I look at him finally, taking in

the corner of my mouth tips up

ad, firm in my decision. He smiles even brighter, pestering me even more. Irri

be interesting with this