Chapter 3
1367 Words
Loren's POV
Last night, I didn't go to see Elyssa. I didn't want to freak her out, knowing that I had those same green eyes as the ones in the dark. She might figure stuff in her head, and find out it's me, which I never wanted it to happen.
I ran a hand through my hair
and started walking to school.
When I reached the building,
I quickly saw Elyssa, and started
walking over to her, but one of
the blondes came over to me
with a smile on her face.
"Hi, Loren," she said, all flirty
like.
"Hey..... I'm sorry, what's you're name again?" Damn, I forgot her name!
Her smile faded. "It's Love."
"Right, I'll catch up with you
later, Lovely," I winked.
And she smiled, happily that I
gave her a cute nick-name. I walked Over to Elyssa, and when she saw me, she half- smiled. "Hey, Loren."
"Hey, Elyssa, Peter, Clara," I said.
After we all greeted each other,
we walked to our classrooms.
It was first period and I was
sitting next to Elyssa. She was quiet than usual. But I know there was something she wanted to say to me, but she couldn't find a way to say it. I can sense it. I'll just let her be and let her take her time. I don't want to rush her, knowing that she'll be my-
"Loren?" She interrupted my
thoughts by saying my name.
"Yes?"
"I-I have something to tell you.
But please, don't freak out," she
said. I looked down at her, and
she looked up at me.
"What is it?"
"You have those eyes," she blurted out. Oh, I know where this is going.
"What eyes?"
"Green eyes."
"Okay?"
"I mean," she took a deep
breath. "Loren, when I was 10, I
started to be afraid of the dark. At night time, or in the dark woods, or any dark place, I would see green, gleaming, glowing eyes. And.....you seem to have those eyes."
Dammit, what the hell am
I going to say to her? "That's
because I'm a werewolf. And I've
been waiting for you Elyssa. You're one too, and you're my-'
Nope. Not telling her that. "I do?" Instead I said.
"Yes. They're exactly the same,"
she said. "Wait, so you're not
freaked out about what I just told
you?"
"of course not."
"You see green eyes too?!" her
voice got loud, and people turned
around and gave her weird looks.
"No. I mean, it's okay to be afraid of the dark. The eyes you're seeing, they could be your imagination." I shrugged, knowing that was a God-damned
lie.
"Since I was 10, it's my
imagination?" she questioned.
"I guess so."
She sighed and nodded.
Our next period, the class where Elyssa is two seats away from me, was soooo boring. The Blondie next to me had on the
sexiest outfit...and sluttiest. Once
in a while she would glance at
me, and lick her lips, or move her hair away from her boobs. Did I mention they were totally fake? In my mind, I was rolling my eyes. Doesn't everyone think I'm the hot new kid?
I looked over at Elyssa and caught her looking at me, then
she looked away. A small smirk
appeared on my lips. She looked
back at me and I smiled. She
rolled her eyes and smiled too. I
laughed.
"Is there something funny,
Mr. Lexington that you would
like to share with the class?" Ms.
Webb folded her arms.
"No, ma'am."
"Well, it must have been very
funny for you to interrupt my
class."
The whole class turned to look
at me.
"Well, Elyssa here just told me that your shirt looks great."
"And that's funny because.....?"
"It's rather funny because I told her that that shirt would look
better on someone else who is not flat-chested, not a total b***h, who doesn't have a huge zit on her chin which, by the way, doesn't have hair growing from it," I stopped. "Shall I go on?"
The whole class laughed their
asses off, even Elyssa giggled.
Mrs. Webb blushed. "If you do
not cut the crap, I will have you
escorted to jail!"
"Really? Jail? For treating you
like that in front of the whole
class? Wow, you're slower than I thought!"
More laughing.
Ms. Webb's face got really red, it's redder than her sandals.
"Alright, Ms. Webb, I apologize for my behavior. Please continue
with you're excellent teaching," I
said.
"That's more like it. Now class-"
Whatever.
I looked at Elyssa who was looking at me. She giggled and
shook her head. It's fun making
her laugh. She's already so beautiful.
Long blonde hair, beautiful ocean blue eyes, full pink lips that I do plan on kissing someday-
Wait, what?
Never-mind that.
Our next period was gym,
where me and Elyssa technically
had on the same outfit. I mean,
hey, I love NIKE Blazers. They
rock! And, boy, did Elyssa look sexy in the tank and boy sports shorts, or what?
I sat next to her. "Looking
forward to racing with you."
She rolled her eyes. "As if. I am the fastest one in the this school. You might have a chance, considering Coach Hermah thinks you're as fast as me."
"Don't press you're luck. It's
bad to brag you know."
Skip Half the race
She was catching up to me!
Damn, she get's faster and faster.
I saw the finish line, and we both
looked at each other. We smiled
as we reached the finish line.
"Sorry, hun, but I'm faster than
you," I said, a little out of breath.
She rolled her eyes. "But, damn,
you are pretty fast."
"Thanks."
"Elyssa!"
"Hey, Clara!"
"Wow, you almost beat him!
You were faster than I could
blink!" Clara laughed.
Then Peter came up to us.
"Damn, Loren. You're really fast.
Elyssa, I told you, you were getting stronger, taller, and f*****g faster."
Elyssa and I smiled at each other.
Elyssa's POV
BAM!
"Ow!" I yelled.
"Sorry!"
"Loren?"
"Elyssa?"
I looked around my
surroundings, and at Loren who
was kneeling over me. His face
was awful close to mines, and I
just had the urge to lean in and-
Whoa!
"What are you doing here?" I
asked, trying to get up.
"On my way home. Here," he
let me grip his arm, so I could get
up.
"How Come you were running?"
"How come you didn't see me?"
I put my hands on my hips.
"How come you didn't see me?
You were the one running, you
should have seen me, and moved
out of my way."
He laughed. "OK. I was running
because I was in a hurry to see
my Dad. He told me to come
home right away, and I didn't see
you because, well, the wind was
in my eyes, and my eyes were
half-closed, so I really couldn't see anything."
"Oh."
"Your turn."
"I didn't see you because I had
earbud on my ear, and I was
listening to some romantic music. That I was caught up on it, I closed my eyes, not minding what I was doing at the moment."
He half-smiled. "Let me walk
you home."
"Doesn't your dad need you?" I
didn't want him getting in trouble.
"He can wait. He doesn't need
me that bad," he smiled, and his
hair fell in his eyes. He flipped it
away. Why did he have to be so
darn hot?
"Fine," I pouted.
He laughed. "You know you love me."
"As if" I mumbled, but I'm
pretty sure he heard me.
It was quiet on the way. The only sound was our breathing- which I'm surprised I could hear- and the sound of our footsteps.
We reached my house, and we
stood on the porch, staring at
each other.
"Well, thanks again, Loren,"
I said, reaching for the door
handle. But, his hand stopped
mine. I looked back at him, and
he leaned in.
Holy-
"Sorry," Loren said.
"What?"
"I have to go," he blinked, and
walked away.
What the hell was that about?
I furrowed my eyebrows as I
watched him walk down the
street. Was he really going to kiss
me?
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