Addicted to their Love

Chapter 8 Yeni

Yeni p.o.v.

I looked at that girl behind the screen, drenched with rain, mud all over her black shoes, and pale white skin as she climbed through the fence like a thief and sat under an open window, as she peeked inside it several times as if making sure the person inside is really there or not, as she wiped her soaked face with her yellow dirty raincoat and stared at the cloudy stormy night thinking... wondering if anyone at home even realized she is missing for three days now.

No one realized though, or they don't care anymore, knowing she'll come back anyway. She always did.

I walked towards the table, still staring at her from the screen as she kicked a drunken man, he was going to steal his car...again. She knew he won't do anything, just buy another car but she was pissed at that drunken man for taking advantage of his kindness. And she really liked that black mustang so...

My hands raised on their own as I shut the laptop, don't want to see that crazy girl as she beat that man almost to his death. As if taking her own frustration on that poor human thing.

He was obviously weaker against her werewolf strength and his drunken state wasn't helping him either. God knows how many hunters' rules she had broken that night, or the night before that...and before that.

That crazy girl was so stupid...and that stupid girl is me.

" What were you doing there, Yeniffer?"

I shifted slightly as Mr. Clarke stood beside me, talking that laptop away from my tight hold. Maybe he was scared I'll throw it away in anger. I'll never do that to his things...he doesn't know it though.

He had witnessed the sight of me I worked so hard to hide. And now he is also going to be scared of me, or like other teachers will think I need some 'professional' help. Humans just don't understand we werewolves get a little overprotective when it comes to people we care about.

Obviously, It didn't make it right. I knew it. And that's why I'm fine with whatever punishment Mr. Clarke is going to give me. Juvenile, detention...expansion from school...am fine as long as I get what I deserve.

" Why were you stalking me Yeniffer...for how many years?", he asked.

His footstep echoed in the empty classroom as he again walked toward me after putting his laptop in his bag perhaps. I'm not sure what's he doing behind me, because my eyes found this wooden brown desk safer than his deadly blue eyes.

My heart is probably stopped now, feeling embarrassed, scared, and relieved at the same time...I still can't believe he found out. And what is he thinking about me right now? Maybe he already called my daddy...or the cops!

Good...at least now daddy can't lie for me like he did when I killed mum. It's going to be alright. I'll get what I deserve...

My body suddenly shivered, hearing him sigh as he leaned on the desk, too close to my throbbing body that I could practically feel his heartbeat on my skin. My eyes abruptly shifted at the open window in front of me, if I ran and jump outside now, will he be able to catch me... of course not, I am way faster than him.

Maybe I should just run...then I don't have to answer his questions. If he called the cops then they can chase me if they want, I'll gladly surrender anyway.

But before I could even move, I felt a warm finger on my cold chin, my knuckles clenched tightly to the wooden desk, nails dug into its hard surface that it hurts.

Is...is it the first time he touched me? Fuck...why the hell I felt all tingly all of a sudden.

Mr. Clarke tilted my face towards him, making me look up into his deep blue eyes. He towered over me, making me feel so small compared to his large muscular body.

" You know I should report you to principal Magnus for this...", he said softly, disappointment clear on his beautiful sharp face.

Mr. Clarke wasn't angry at me...he was just disappointed and that, made me feel even more embarrassed. Why the hell did do that...it wasn't going to be like this though. I don't even know when those occasional visits of mine turn regular and when I started being all obsessed with him.

I don't have anything better to do though...and I liked watching him from afar...but that was wrong. Then why is he letting me off the hook, why is he not angry...just like my daddy, he also didn't get angry with me, he should hate me but he didn't.

And suddenly thinking about that, and how Mr. Clarke is behaving just like my father, made me mad at him too. I felt all the anger inside me come out of my eyes as I glared at his concerned face.

" Then why didn't you?", I asked with a clenched jaw...and he exhaled deeply, warm minty air fondled my lips as he breathed in the same air as me, so close to my face.

His beautiful gentle eyes looked between my angry blue ones and then he abruptly removed his finger from my chin and took a step back as if suddenly realizing our awkward proximity.

Mr. Clarke cleared his throat, looking anywhere but me. He took another step back and leaned on the desk in front of me, folding his muscular hand over his hard chest.

His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing those tight blue veins on his hand, I could even hear his blood pulsing inside it.

" I should report you, I really should but I didn't because...", he trailed off, making me peer up at his nervous ocean eyes.

"Because?", I asked again, showing too much hope in my voice, that I shouldn't.

What am I hoping for anyway?

He raised his brow, looking at me sternly as if warning me or something. " You can get expelled...and under eighteen orchestra is just next month.", he rubbed his palm at his face, sighing deeply, " It's a big opportunity for you, for your career, and if you get expelled..."

" I can't represent our school in it.", I completed his sentence, feeling betrayed even if I am not even in a relationship.

" Exactly...", he nodded his head.

Of course, it will be about that stupid competition. For a second I thought he will say because he cared for me...because he don't want me to go away...why would he say that. When my own father didn't say that...

" Your mum will never want you to go through that all..."

Daddy didn't let them send me to shifter trails because of mum...not because he thought I didn't kill her...not because he loved me...not because he cared for me. He just tolerated me for mum's sake...he acted to love me...for her sake. I knew it, I always knew it.

Just like I knew Mr. Clarke didn't report me because of that competition, because of piano...not because he cared for me.

Fuck, I am pathetic. Seriously, I should stop being this...this foolish, expecting too much from people.

Expectations are lies anyway, a fake dilemma to make yourself feel good, feel loved...feel wanted.

" I should go now, detention time is over.", I mumbled and strolled toward the door, without looking at him, I opened the door. " And don't worry, I will never follow you again.", I said, giving him a side glance, he still looks stunned but I didn't give him time to reply. I just left...

To get lost in the woods. My only safe place...maybe I finally hear those heartbeats today.

And I am expecting again...