That's not fair to her or to me.
I can tell she’s getting fidgety but if I can smell her she must be able to smell me too. She sits up straighter and starts looking around the lunch room. Her eyes finally land on me and they don’t move any further. I was right. She is the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.
My Mate ... my body hums again.
She’s locked her eyes with mine and neither of us can seem to look away; but when I thought I couldn’t get any more annoyed, O’Connor bends to her ear and whispers in to it. Then turns around and looks at me. I’m going to break his hand if he doesn’t take it off her and rip out his tongue if he talks into her ear that close again. I can feel myself beginning to shake. I’m struggling to hold back from shifting right here, right now. I’ve got to get out of here before everyone sees me transform into a huge wolf or someone ends up dead.
I run.
After I’ve managed to cool myself down a little and deciding I can’t take the whole of the afternoon off if I want to play at the game tonight I go to my last class. I can’t get her face out of my head. It’s imprinted there. Walking into biology I can smell her before I’m even in the room. I’m not sure I can be in the same room with her without touching her but right now I think there’s only one thing that will calm down my body and take away the edge that’s been there for days.
Her.
Walking in I stand by the door to see where exactly she is is the room and I spot her in the far corner looking through a text book but not really paying attention to it. She looks up at me and I’m pulled into the room by her. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me. I don’t even know what she’s doing to me. There’s an empty seat directly behind her so I go sit there, cursing that they aren’t double desks but smiling at her as I walk past. I can’t believe she’s sat right there. Right in front of me. I’ve got to do something. I’m the freaking school quarterback, why am I so nervous with her. If Tara doesn’t scare me I don’t know why she does.
I do know though, its because she’s my mate... before I even realise what I’m doing I reach out and tap her on the shoulder. I just need to touch her. As soon as I do, I feel like two hundred bolts has just been struck right through my body. My body is practically purring like a kitten.
“Do you have a pen.....?” A pen?? Smooth, real smooth. She just looks at me, stunned. I wonder if she felt it too. She doesn’t answer me, just carries on looking at me so I ask again. I can feel my confidence coming back. I can tell I’m having an affect on her. Thanks God it’s not just me. Then she talks, it’s like velvet. It’s like playing that perfect game where every move you make is on target and you can’t do anything wrong. I want to hear it again and I feel myself leaning in a little closer to her. I can see the way her hair falls over her shoulder exposing her neck and I can imagine my mark there. So every werewolf around will know that she’s mine. She suddenly lifts her head up and we are eye to eye. She has the brightest blue eyes. It’s like swimming in the clearest ocean. I can smell her even better being this close to her and I notice something I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. But she did have a guy draped all over her. Don’t think about him. Back to her. I take the pen from her making sure that my fingers gently touch hers.
“Thanks” I say and lean back in my chair. I can’t believe I missed it.
She’s human.
I don’t have a clue what Mr Phelps is droning on about. All I can think about for the next fourty minutes is her. I want her. And not just in that way but yeah I won’t lie, I have had those images too. But I also can’t stop thinking about everything else that comes with it. I wonder if I could just get away with telling my folks shes just a girlfriend. If she was a wolf too there would be no chance. Wolves don’t get involved with other wolves, unless it’s with their mate. But she’s human. She could just be my girlfriend. She wouldn’t have to be my mate. Well as long as I can keep my self from claiming her and marking her. If I did that then the whole pack would know.
The bell goes and brings me back to the present. She takes her time getting her bag and things together but then starts to rush. I need to hear her voice again.
“It’s Alexia right?....” Alexia. I like how it sounds. We talk for a while and I ask her if she’s coming to the game. I need to see her later. I’m not going to be able to wait till tomorrow.
Then O’Connor barges into the room and puts his arm around her again. It instantly gets my back up and I clench my fists. I really cannot punch him; I don’t want to scare her. But why is she not telling him to move
