Gill
It was the first time in years that I woke up with a smile on my face. I didn't have to worry about my dad finding out I was gay from my psychotic ex boyfriend or getting my glasses stomped on. Speaking of which, I really needed to replace them.
"Mijo, time to get up! Tobias called and said he would give you a ride to school, so I'm gonna head to the shop a bit early," my father called from outside the door. I blushed at the mention of Toby.
"Alright, did you eat breakfast?" I climbed out of bed and stretched.
"I had some coffee, I'll be good." I rolled my eyes and opened the door to glare at my dad.
"Papa, you need to eat. I picked up some Poptarts at the store, at least eat that?" He sighed and nodded.
"Fine, I guess I'll eat," he smiled and ruffled my hair. "I can always count on you to look after me."
"Well someone has to. You're more of a child than I am," proving my point even farther, he stuck his tongue out and skipped away. Ignoring my childish father, I shut my door and began getting ready for the day. I decided to wear my nicest black skinny jeans and a thick beige sweater. I even attempted to style my hair. Honestly, I couldn't really tell a difference, but it's the thought that counts, right? I mean, I knew it was sort of pointless to dress up to try and impress a boy I met less then 24 hours prior, who was also most likely straighter than a stripper pole, but I couldn't help it. There was something about him that just made my insides turn to mush, and those sparks whenever we touch... That's gotta mean something, right?
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell echoing throughout the house. I peaked out my bedroom window and smiled when I spotted Toby's monstrous pickup in the driveway. I quickly made my way downstairs and grabbed a Poptart and my backpack. I took a deep breath and opened the front door.
"Good morning, love. I bought breakfast! I hope you like breakfast sandwiches and hash browns. Also I got you an orange juice in the truck." He held up a McDonald's bag. I blushed and decided to stuff the Poptart into my backpack for later.
"You didn't have to do that, Toby! You're already taking me to school!" He shook his head and gave me one if his dazzling grins.
"Don't worry about it, it's my pleasure. Now come on, if we leave now we can stop at the park and eat before we have to get to school." I nodded and stepped out of the house, locking the door behind me. He opened the passenger door and set the bag of food on the dashboard before turning to me and opening his arms.
"Come on, short stuff. You know the drill." I rolled my eyes and threw my backpack onto the floor of the truck before letting Toby lift me into the air.
"You know this is actually kind of embarrassing that I'm so small I can't even get into your truck." He chuckled and set me down on the seat.
"Nah, I think it's cute." He winked and shut my door before jogging around to the other side. Wait. Did he just say he thought I was cute?
"It really sucks that we only have last period together," he frowned as he climbed into his seat, effortlessly of course. "I guess it's good the end of the semester is a few weeks away. Then maybe we'll be together?" I blushed brightly. Together. I knew he didn't mean it like that, but the thought still gave me butterflies. "Do you know what classes you signed up for next semester?"
"The only things that should be changing is I'll have a painting class instead of free period, and Anatomy instead of P.E. You?"
"I have anatomy next semester too, but I'm switching from Chemistry to Biology. And wow, you must be pretty good if you're gonna be in Advanced Art, and a whole other class just for painting. I didn't even know our school had a painting class."
"Technically they don't. It's taught by a professor at The Rosewood Art Institute in Seattle. There are two of them, but I don't remember their names. They switch off every other day. I'm excited." I was beyond excited. Art had always been my escape from everything going on with Travis, and all the bullying, and even when my mom left.
"Is that where you want to go to college? The art institute?" I shrugged.
"Ideally. It's the best art school in Washington. I'm just not sure I'm good enough to actually pursue art as a career. I've been debating going into art education."
"Is that what you want to do though? Teach?" He looked over at me briefly before turning his eyes back to the road.
"Not really, but it's fine. I have to make money somehow. So unless I become a popular freelance artist, or I land some sort of gig, which I'm also not sure of, because the kind of art I do is personal, you know? Like, when I was confused about my sexuality, when that whole thing with Travis went down, or when my mom left, and any other tough time I went through, I'd always turn to art. It became some kind of therapy, you know? Like whatever was stuck in my head, it all just flowed out through my paintbrush onto the canvas. That sounds stupid doesn't it?" I groaned and closed my eyes, throwing back my head. How come whenever I was around Toby, I could either stutter and be quiet as a mouse, or just run my mouth constantly and blabber on about things he probably didn't care about? Seriously, why couldn't I just talk to him like a normal human being?
"No, that doesn't sound stupid. And I think it's a smart move to have a backup plan, like teaching, in case things don't work out. But that doesn't mean you should give up. If creating and selling your own work is your dream, then you need to own it and never stop fighting to achieve it." I smiled at him and nodded.
"You're right. I still want to go to art school, and if I haven't gotten a break before I'm done, then I'll go back to get my teaching degree. It'll take a while, but I think it'd be worth it," I agreed. "So, how about you? What's your big dream?" He thought for a minute before replying.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. My family runs this...company, and right now my dad is the boss, but he wants me to take over when he retires. It's an honor, and I would love to. I love the company, but I've also been really into music since I was a kid. I don't play much anymore, and it's kind of difficult to talk about. My mom actually said I should switch my free period for a music class, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that." He shot me a sad smile.
"How come? I mean, you don't have to tell me, obviously. It's none of my business and we just met yesterday, but I'm here if you need to let it out. Sometimes it's better than keeping your feelings bottled up inside." He took a deep breath and nodded.
"Come on, we're at the park. Let's go find a place to sit and I'll explain." I nodded back and unbuckled my seatbelt, grabbing the food and my juice. Moments later, Toby opened my door, easily lifted me from my seat, and set me gently on the ground. He grabbed his juice and a blanket from the backseat, draping it over his shoulder. He turned to me after he shut the door and held out his hand. I froze and stared at it.
"Come on, it's just a hand. It's not gonna bite you." He teased. I blushed and looked at the ground before hesitantly taking his hand in mine. He quickly laced our fingers together and brushed his thumb over mine. The second our hands touched I was filled with the familiar tingles I grew to love. He was holding my hand. Tobias. Was. Holding. My. Hand.
He pulled me along before finding a nice grassy spot, hidden in the shade of a large oak tree. He looked up at me, his gorgeous blue eyes meeting mine, and lifted my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles, before unlacing our fingers. I couldn't help but giggle and try to hide my face from view, as I was sure I was redder than a baboon's butt cheek. He freaking kissed me. Well, my hand. But still. My body felt like it was buzzing with the sparks his lips sent through my skin.
Tobias spread the blanket across the grass and plopped down. I quickly sat next to him and handed him the bag of food. He took it and looked through it for a moment before handing me a sandwich and a hash brown. We were both pretty quiet while we ate, and I was sneaking glances at his face when he wasn't looking. The last glance, however, I looked up at him, and he was already staring back at me. I quickly turned my head, hiding the blush on my face. I heard him chuckle.
"S-so, about your music?" I asked, dying to get the attention off of me. He sighed and began talking.
"My uncle taught me how to play guitar when I was younger, and my aunt, his wife, taught me to play piano. I loved spending time with them, just making music and having an awesome time."
"So why did you stop?" I looked back up at him, studying his face.
"They were killed when I was eleven. I haven't played a single note since. It just hurts too much, yunnow?" He looked back up at me, his eyes filling with tears. I scooted closer to him and lifted my hand, brushing his tears away.
"I get it. But I think it would be good for you to try again, you know? Like how I use my art to let all of my emotions out, maybe you could use your music to do the same?"
"Maybe. It has been a while. I don't even know if I remember how to play anymore."
"Well then maybe that music class will do you some good?" I suggested. He gave me a soft smile.
"Maybe. I'll think about it, okay?" I smiled back and nodded. We we're silent for a few more minutes while we ate our breakfast before he spoke again.
"Hey Gill, can I ask you something?" I looked up at him and saw the sincere look on his face.
"Y-yeah, sure."
"How did you realize you were gay?" I blushed and looked back at the ground.
"I was in sixth grade. That's when Travis transferred to my school." He seemed to get tense all of a sudden. "I mean, I was questioning it for a couple years because while all the other boys were crushing on girls, I just didn't feel anything. I thought I was broken somehow. Hell, I didn't even know being gay was a thing. And then when Travis came, I took one look at him and my first thought was how attracted I was to him. I did a lot of Googling that night and it took me a few weeks to admit it, but when I said those words out loud for the first time, just to myself of course, it just felt...right. Don't get me wrong, girls are beautiful. I'm just not into them in that way, yunnow?" He smiled and nodded.
"I've only had two crushes my entire life," he began. "One was Holly actually. We've known each other since we were in diapers, along with Jax. We were all best friends from the beginning. But yeah, I had myself convinced I was in love with her until I was sixteen. Then I guess I just figured out that I thought I loved her because she was the only girl around my age that I was close to, yunnow? But now the thought of doing anything with her is just disturbing. She's like my sister, " he laughed. I knew he was straight. I could practically hear my heart shattering.
"A-and the other crush?" I managed to ask, though I knew I didn't want to know the answer. He laughed nervously.
"Actually, this is a current one." Oh great, not only was he straight, but he was also into someone else already.
"O-oh?"
"Mhm. The second I met them I knew for a fact it was more than just an attraction. I felt an instant connection and I swear I saw the rest of my life flashing by, getting married, kids, grandbabies, the whole deal. And the more I get to know them, the more certain I am that they're the one for me." I could feel tears beginning to cloud my eyes.
"W-we should g-get to school." I stood up and gathered my trash. I began to walk back to the truck, but a hand gripping my wrist stopped me.
"Hey, Gill. What's wrong? Did I say something?" Yes.
"No." He turned me around and lifted my face to look at him.
"You're crying. Gill, please, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just got something in my eye. Can we go now please? I don't want to be late." I tried to pull away from his grip, but he held me tighter. Not tight enough to hurt me though.
"Not until you tell me what's making you cry." I tried my best to think of an excuse.
"I just...you seem so in love with that person, and I just don't think I'll ever find my person. I think I'm just destined to be lonely." He shook his head.
"Gill, don't say that. There's a person for everyone." His thumb wiped the tears rolling down my face. I couldn't help but let my eyes briefly drift to his lips before letting my gaze fall back to the ground.
"We should go." I whispered sadly. I heard him sigh before releasing my hand. I refused to look at him. Not when he took my hand again, not when he lifted me up to sit in his truck, and not when I could feel his eyes on me while he was driving. The second he stopped the truck when we got to the school, I threw open the door and launched myself out of it, stumbling and landing on my knees. I ignored the stinging and Tobias calling my name as I ran off.
Tobias
"Dammit!" I kicked my tire and groaned as I watched my mate run away from me.
"Hey, what did that tire do to you?" I turned to see Jax and Holly giving me curious looks.
"He ran away from me...We were talking and doing so well and I screwed it up and he ran away crying." I growled and kicked my tire again.
"What happened?" Holly asked, setting a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"We were talking about crushes. I told him about me and you back in the day, and then I said I was crushing on someone right now...that I'm sure he's the one. I was obviously talking about him, but I don't think he figured that out. He said he got upset because he didn't think he would ever find someone he loved like that. He doesn't feel it... He doesn't feel our bond." I could feel tears pricking the corner of my eyes, threatening to fall.
"Hey, dude. It'll be okay. He's human, remember? I'm sure he just needs to get to know you a bit better. He doesn't have a wolf inside screaming that you're the one, he has to figure that out himself." I sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, you're right." I could feel myself beginning to calm down.
"Did you say the person was a boy?" Holly asked. I groaned and shook my head. "So even if he does feel it, he thinks you're straight, so that's why he doesn't think he'll find someone.
"So what should I do?"
"Well, you should get to know each other. Like, basic things. Favorite colors, foods, movies, pet peeves. All that shit. Show him that you're who he wants, and when he's ready, make a move." I nodded.
"Yeah. I'll ask him to hang out this weekend maybe?"
"OH MY GOD WE SHOULD HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY!" Holly screamed in my ear.
"Holly, first of all, none of us are twelve year old girls, and second, we all have sensitive ears, there's no reason to scream." Jax said while I held my now ringing ear.
"Oops." She giggled.
"Also, we all still live at the pack house. So unless he's okay with all of us staying at his house, this isn't gonna work unless you tell him, which you definitely should not do. Not yet anyway." Jax added.
"Okay, well first I need to find him and make sure he's okay. He literally jumped out of my truck and skinned his knees on the pavement. And then I'll talk to him about it."
"If he says no about it at his house we could do it at my parent's place. They live in one of the separate houses, and it's far enough away from the pack house that we can just link the whole pack and tell them not to shift around that area."
"That could work too," I replied to Holly, "but I want to make sure he's comfortable. He's only known us for a day, so he might prefer it at his own place." Our conversation was interrupted by the shrill ringing of the warning bell.
"Okay, well. You go find him and talk to him. He's probably already in class."
"Oh! I have first period with him! I can talk to him, make sure he's on board." Jax offered.
"Yeah, okay. Just make sure you help him with his knees too, or actually, take him to the nurse and link me. I'll meet you there." I said.
"Aight. See ya later." We all went our separate ways, and I couldn't help but think about him, hoping I didn't royally screw everything up.
Gill
I sat at the front of the room and squinted at the board where the teacher had written the lesson plan. I could hardly read it without my glasses.
"Need some help?" I looked up and saw Jax giving me a curious look.
"Oh, um sure. Thank you. My glasses were stepped on before we moved here and I haven't gotten a new pair yet. I'm hoping with my dad's new job, his insurance will cover a new pair because being blind all the time sucks." He laughed at my response and turned to the girl sitting beside me.
"Hey, Jenna. Do you mind sitting where I usually sit? I want to sit next to my buddy here, but he can't see shit so he has to stay up front." Jenna blushed and nodded as she scrambled to get her things and make her way to the back of the room.
"She likes you." I chuckled. He laughed too and sat down.
"Yeah, I know. Not to sound full of myself or anything, but there are a lot of girls who like me. However, I have a lovely girlfriend who I adore very much." I could practically see the love in his eyes.
"Oh yeah? Tell me about her?"
"Oh my God she's gorgeous. Her name is Kayla and she's got these big green eyes and her hair is long and so soft and she's so fucking sweet. She lives a couple towns over, so she doesn't go to this school. Wait I think I have a picture hold on." He pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen a few times before holding it up for me to see. It was a picture of both of them. Jax was kissing her cheek while she smiled at the camera.
"Yeah, she is really pretty. How long have you been together?"
"Well, I've known her for years, but I didn't see her very often. Still had a giant crush on her though. She was visiting here this weekend and she admitted she liked me back. So since this weekend." He laughed.
"Well, I'm happy for you." I smiled sadly.
"Hey, what's got you all mopey?" I shrugged.
"Promise not to tell anyone?" He gave me a serious look and held up his right pinky finger, making me giggle.
"A pinky swear, really?" He gasped in shock.
"Yes, a pinky swear. It is the most sacred of all oaths and means I can never tell a sould without your permission otherwise I will be forever cursed by the pinky gods." I laughed louder and looped my pinky through his. "Also it's more sanitary than a spit swear or a blood oath." He added. "Now spill." I took a deep breath before leaning in to whisper to him.
"I really really like Tobias..." I leaned back and blushed as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.
"Go on."
"It's just, I've only known him for a day and for some reason I already like him so much. Like, when we touch I get this tingly feeling and I swear my face is like permanently red when he's around or when I think of him. But he's straight, and he likes someone else. It's just so frustrating, you know? I had a nasty ex at my old school, and now I'm pining after a straight boy I just met. I don't think love is for me. I'm just destined to be alone for the rest of my life." He gave me a sad smile.
"Nah, don't say that. Everyone has a soulmate, and when the time comes, you'll know." I smiled and nodded.
"Thanks, Jax." He ruffled my hair.
"No problem, Squirt. Now, I saw you fall when you jumped out of Toby's truck. You okay?"
"My knees kinda sting, but I'm sure it's nothing. Just a little scratch." He shook his head.
"Oh hush, I can see you're lying. Hey, Mrs. Andrews? Can I take Gill to the nurse? He hurt his knees and I think he should get them cleaned up."
"Sure, sweetie. You ought to be more careful, Gill." The teacher chuckled. As sad as it was, it was refreshing to have a teacher that actually gave a shit about my well-being.
As soon as a stood from my chair, I stumbled as a sharp pain shot up my leg.
"Easy, Tiger. Come on. Hop on my back and I'll carry you." Jax crouched low to the ground and I climbed on his back the best I could. I held tight as he stood up, gripping my legs so I didn't fall.
"So, I was talking to Tobias and Holly," he said when we stepped into the hallway, "and Holly wants to have a slumber party with the four of us this weekend. You up to that?" I nodded and then mentally slapped myself when I realized he couldn't see me since I was behind him.
"Yeah, that sounds fun."
"Sweet. She said she'd do it at her house, but if you're more comfortable, we can do it at yours instead." I blushed.
"Either is fine with me, but I don't have much for entertainment. I mean I have a deck of cards and five movies."
"What movies you got?"
"Elf, The Lion King, Rent, Paranormal Activity, and Finding Nemo." He hummed in thought.
"Well, why don't we do it at yours, and we can bring stuff if we need to. We can order pizza, or you can cook because sweet Jesus that spaghetti last night was heavenly." I blushed and thanked him. We reached the nurse's office and I looked away when I saw Tobias pacing back and forth by the door.
"Aight, Squirt. Try not to jump out of any more giant trucks from now on, kay?" Jax teased as he gently set me on the ground. I winced and my knees ached from the pressure.
"Yeah, yeah I'll try my best."
"I'm gonna head back to class. One of us has to take the notes, and since you're blind and in need of medical attention, it'll have to be me. Guess it's time to actually pay attention." He groaned and I laughed as he walked away.
"Gill?" Tobias called softly next to me. "I'm sorry for making you upset, that really wasn't my intention." He looked at me sadly.
"It's okay, Toby. Come on, my legs hurt." He nodded and lifted me into his arms. "Why am I so small? I swear everyone can lift me up without even flinching. I bet Holly could even carry me, and she's only like two inches taller than me." I grumbled, but wrapped my arms around his neck anyway. I heard the door open and Tobias carried me in and set me gently on the cot.
"What can I help you boys with today? You get hurt already? School started ten minutes ago." A little old lady shuffled around the curtain. She was dressed in normal clothes, but she had a name tag clipped to her shirt that read 'Nurse Wendy.'
"This one decided to jump out if my truck this morning and he landed on his knees pretty hard. My friend had to carry him here."
"Well, there's no way I'll be able to lift the leg of those jeans. You kids and your skin tight clothes. So unless you want me to cut them, you'll have to take them off and cover yourself with that blanket behind you." I blushed and nodded.
"Do you need help? I won't look, I swear." Toby offered. My face grew warmer.
"N-no, I can do it." Tobias and Nurse Wendy turned around as I wiggled my way out of my jeans and spread the blanket over my lap just enough to where my knees were showing. I grimaced at the look of them. There were several scrapes and they were turning a nasty purple color from the bruising.
"O-okay, you can turn around." They both turned and Tobias took my pants from me and set them behind me.
"Well, you really did a number on those knees, boy. Let's get you cleaned up." Wendy disappeared behind the curtain for a few moments before returning with a first aid kit. She got out a bundle of gauze and a bottle of water.
"This will sting a little, but not too bad. There's just a little bit of soap in it to kill any bacteria. I don't like using chemicals. They harm the tissue." Wendy said and poured the water over my knees, one at a time. It did sting a little, but nothing I couldn't deal with. She dried up the water and blood with a towel.
"Now I have to just press on your bruises a little. I have to make sure you didn't break something. You should be fine because I don't see much swelling, but it's better to be certain." Her cold hands held my left knee gently before she pressed her fingers into my bruise, causing me to cry out in pain. Then I could feel Tobias lacing out fingers together, and I looked up at him. He smiled at me and I tried smiling back, but Wendy pressed into another one of my bruises and I yelled, gripping Toby's hand tightly.
"You're almost done, love. She's just got to check the other one and then bandage you up." Tobias said softly, brushing away my family tears with his free hand. I continued to squeeze his hand tightly and Nurse Wendy poked and prodded at my bruises. She wrapped them in gauze quickly before standing up again.
"Alright, put your pants on and you're free to go. You'll be pretty achey the next couple days. You can still walk, but not extensively. Do you have P.E?" I nodded. "Okay, I'll write a note. No running around, got it?" I nodded again before she disappeared behind the curtain, coming back with a blue slip of paper. She left again, leaving me and Tobias.
"Do you need help? The knees on your jeans are a little torn too...Maybe I should just take you home real quick?"
"Toby, I'm still not wearing pants. So either way I'd have to put something on." He thought for a moment.
"I have some clean sweats in my locker. They'll be a bit big on you, but it has a string so you can tighten it. Just so I can take you home."
"What about class? It's only my second day..."
"We should be back by second period, and Jax said he's getting all the notes for first." I sighed and nodded. "Okay, I'll be right back with pants." He smiled and leaned in to kiss my forehead. I blushed brightly and giggled. He was gone for a few minutes so I played around on my phone. I mean, I couldn't do much. It was a boring old flip phone that had one game on it that I had no idea how to play, and I still only had my dad as my contact. I did have Travis, but not anymore, for obvious reasons.
"That's a pretty old phone you got there," Tobias chuckled, returning with a pair of dark grey joggers. I could tell right away they would way too big.
"Yeah, I've had it since my mom left so my dad could get ahold of me. It was all we could afford at the time since my dad was only working part time at the shop he was working at. I don't even bother texting because it takes too long to type one word." I laughed.
"I can get you a new one if you'd like." He said, handing me the pants. My eyes widened.
"Oh, no. You don't need to spend that kind of money on me. I'm fine with this one until I can buy my own." He rolled his eyes.
"I know I don't have to. But I want to. Besides, what if I want to text you?" I blushed.
"You can call me, you know."
"Not when we're in class."
"You shouldn't be texting in class either."
"Yeah, but how else am I supposed to talk to you all day? We don't have any classes together and I'll miss you." He pouted and I giggled.
"I'll think about it, okay?" He smiled and nodded. "Now turn around so I can put these pants on." He laughed and turned around. I quickly removed the blanket from my lap and carefully pulled the joggers over my bandages.
"You can turn around now. Jesus you're tall." He looked down at my feet where the fabric was pooling at my ankles and laughed.
"You're also pretty small." I scowled at him. "It's cute though. You just hide your face in my chest when I hug you. It's adorable." I blushed and concentrated on tying the string at the front of the pants to make them tighter. I pulled on my shoes, with much difficulty I might add considering there was now a ton of fabric covering my feet.
"Can you fold the legs so I won't trip and hurt myself again?"
"Or I can just carry you." He smirked and I went to argue, but he already swooped me up into his arms. "Arguing is pointless, love. I'm just gonna carry you everywhere." I lightly smacked his chest.
"Why do you call me love?" Now his cheeks went red.
"Cute name for a cute boy." And cue my turn to blush.
"Just take me to your truck." I grumbled.
"As you wish, my prince."
"Will you two just kiss already???" Wendy's voice called from somewhere nearby. I blushed and covered my face with my hands.
"Let's go, love." He held out the name in a teasing manner. "You have your note?" I nodded and held up the small piece of paper. "I'll text Jax when we get to the car and have him put your stuff in your locker." He carried me out of the nurse's office and through the halls until we reached the main door of the school. He pushed it open and carried me across the parking lot.
"Can you open the door for me?" He asked when we got to the truck. I pulled the handle and opened the door and he set me gently on the seat. He shut the door and walked over to the other side, texting on the way. He hopped in his side and started the truck. I was thankful we moved to a house that was pretty close to the school. It was in a good place because it was close to all the necessary places I could possibly need to walk to: school, my father's shop, the grocery store, and even a small diner. We reached my house within a couple minutes and, again, he picked me up and carried me to the door. It was then I realized I made a mistake.
"Um, Tobias? My key is in my backpack..."
"No spare?" I shook my head.
"Not yet. Neither me or my dad have had time to get one made." He groaned before setting me down gently on the front step.
"Okay, I'll see if I there's a window I can climb through or something. Stay here." I stood there for a few minutes before the front door finally opened, revealing Tobias with a grin on his face.
"How'd you get in?" I carefully stepped into the house and slipped off my shoes. I held the pants legs of Toby's pants up like a ball gown. And shuffled toward the stairs.
"You left your bedroom window open." I made a weird face and looked over at him.
"I haven't even opened any windows..." His eyes widened and pulled me next to him.
"Stay here, I'll be right back." Fear instantly filled my body.
"D-do you think t-there's someone in my r-room?" I stuttered. He suddenly took my face into his hands.
"Hey, it'll be okay. I'm going to go check. Just please stay here."
"B-but what if h-he's dangerous?" He gave me a smile and stroked my cheek softly.
"I'll be careful, okay? I'll be back down here with you before you know it." I took a shaky breath and nodded. He started to pull away, but I launched my body at him, hugging him tightly. He held my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"Promise?" I mumbled against his neck and held up my pinky. He chuckled and looped his with mine briefly.
"I promise, love." I gathered up some courage and kissed his cheek softly before letting my body slide back to the floor. I was too scared to blush. He pulled away from me and quietly climbed up the stairs. My body was shaking with nerves as I stared up at the top of the stairs, waiting for him to come back. I didn't hear the footsteps behind me until it was too late. Something big hit the back of my head and I crashed to the ground with a whimper. The last thing I saw was a huge silver colored wolf standing over me protectively, and then everything went black.
Three cheers for longer chapters! Yayyy. Sorry about the cliffhanger. Things are gonna get pretty interesting in the next few chapters! Stay tuned, and don't forget to vote, comment, follow, share, all that happy crap. Love you all. Feel free to tell me what you think so far and leave me suggestions!
Note: The Rosewood Art Institute of Seattle is a fictional school that I made up for the purpose of this story.