To Want You

12

Three days went by in a blur and now I can relax without having to think wether or not I'll make it through the exam.

Oddly enough, ever since that day in the shop, I've yet to see Daron again. I won't deny that it made me a bit upset that he's avoiding me right after apologizing.

Perhaps I was just expecting too much from him.

Loona, Abel and I decided to celebrate our hard work at a newly opened restaurant close to the seaside. From what I've heard, that business' run by a she wolf and her human mate.

I find it a coincidence that I'm about to at least be in the same room with the couple considering it hasn't been long since I've asked Abel if werewolves could have human mates.

Maybe this is his way of answering my question.

It's currently six in the afternoon now. Any minute Abel should arrrive to pick me up.

I scavenge my closet for the most comfortable choice of clothes. Something not too heavy, not too thin and not anything that'll make me freeze to death. The restaurant's an open space, which means the breeze from the ocean's bound to bring a chill.

I'm looking forward to it.

So far my room looks like it's been attacked by a tornado. From shorts, to t-shirts and pants and pajamas. If mom and dad were here, they'd have already locked me up and demand that I clean my room before leaving.

Apart from missing my family all day twenty four seven, living alone does have its perks. Zero people to tell you what to do.

I settle with a white sweatshirt, black ripped jeans and a pair of white converse. After checking my reflection on the mirror, I give myself a confirming nod and head downstairs.

I'll clean up before bed.

It's currently six fifteen. Abel should be here in about a few minutes. As I'm tying my hair up and descending down the staires, the doorbell finally rings.

"Coming."

As usual, Abel's stunning his outfit with zero effort. The silver lines in his ears are prominent under the sprouting moon, making him appear intimidating and close to the danger zone. His hair's tattered and ruffled, tempting anyone into touching them. Black jeans accentuate the length of his legs and he's sporting an expensive leather jacket over his white shirt.

"Did you forget anything?" Is the first thing he says when I open the door. I run my fingers over my sides and back pockets, feeling for lumps and edges.

Wallet: Check.

Phone: Check.

Pepper Spray: Check.

Don't ask me why I have pepper spray on me.

"Nope." I respond, popping the P. "Let's go."

The hint of day time's already passed it's due. Replacing the sun's spot in the sky is the faintest fullness of a glowing moon, accompanied with the twinkling diamonds we call stars. A shudder runs down my spine from the icy brush of a breeze.

It takes about thirty minutes to get there by car if we minus the traffic. We can't afford to leave Loona waiting there for over thirty minutes. She'd either end up eating by herself and leaving first or murder us by the time we do reach her. Which is why Abel brought his motorcycle instead.

He hands me the helmet before hopping to roar the monster to life. As I hesitantly swing my leg over the side of the vehicle and settle behind Abel, I remember how I'm not a huge fan of this monstrous baby.

"You know you have to hold me tighter than that if you don't want to fall."

So what if im afraid I'll fall off? I dont care. We're humans. We have fears and there's nothing wrong with that.

Abel initiates the move of gliding my arms and circling it tightly around his chest. "Like this."

I press myself against him and mumble against the fabric of his jacker. "Just go. I'll try to sleep through this."

"If you're planning to escape death then I suggest you don't do that."

"Just hit the rode already."

I ended up shutting my eyes tight only to later on start screaming on the top of my lungs.

Unlike the expected time of thirty minutes, Abel was able to set a new record of nineteen minutes. That of course earned him some multiple slaps on the arm by non other than yours truly at the end of the ride.

"I.told.you.to.go.slow.i.almost.died." A smacking sound resonates with each end of a word. That's how mad I am right now.

Once he's parked that beast of his, we enter the mellow ambiance of the restaurant.

"I said I'm sorry. Hey El." Abel brushes his hand against my arm in attempts to calm me down, but its not working. This boy's not even showing the slightest bit of regret.

If anything, I bet my money he's trying to hold back a smile.

Loona's occupying the table with a great view of the ocean. Ignoring Abel, who's trying not to laugh, I saunter to the only werewolf I can trust in this time of crisis.

The other werewolf catches up on me. "I'll go slow this time. Promise."

"Who's going slow?"

I slump on the seat beside Loona who's strangely eyeing Abel with a weird gaze.

I'm currently suffering from motion sickness. If I stay still, hopefully it'll go away.

The exchange between the two cousins is unnoticed by me until Abel suddenly chokes on a peanut. When I look up to see what's wrong with him, I notice a faint shade of crimson painting the top of his ears as he avoids eye contact and stares at the window.

He's probably cold.

Loona turns to me, carefully eyeing me up and down with worry. "Are you okay? You don't look good..Your....hair's a mess too."

My motion sickness tend to last three hours but this one isn't so bad so I'll be fine. In fact, I'm sure I'll start feeeling better after having some water.

"I'm fine." I assure her, sliding a menu towards Abel. "Let's order. I cant wait to taste their food."

And the rest of the night goes by with laughter and enjoyment filling the air. Time does fly by when you're having fun. Soon enough, we're picking up our stuffs and heading outside.

Right after meeting the owners of the restaurant of course.