Chapter 44

Lila’s POV Brody was asking me to the school dance?

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t taken by surprise. I honestly didn’t even think I was his type. I stared at him for a moment longer before speaking my answer.

“I would prefer to just go to the dance alone,” I told him.

I watched his face grow sad and he lowered his gaze to the ground.

“I see,” he breathed, clear disappointment in his tone.

Brody was incredibly smart, and he was also good-looking, I had to admit that. Any girl would be lucky to go with him to the dance, but I just wasn’t interested.

“I’m sorry I bothered you,” he said as he started to walk past me.

“You aren’t a bother, Brody,” I called after him. “I hope that we can remain friends and maybe even share a dance?”

He paused for a moment and glanced at me.

“You’d still dance with me?” He asked a ping of hope in his tone.

“Of course,” I answered.

He looked relieved by my answer and nodded.

“I’d like that,” he said as he turned away and left the student lounge.

...

Enzo was in the arena by himself, practicing his combat, when I entered. He was in the exact place I knew he’d be in and the first place I looked.

He paused his movements and he looked at me, narrowing his dark eyes in my direction.

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“I wanted to ask you a question,” I said, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. He turned away and continued his combat, but it was clear to me that he was still listening. “I was put in charge of the student committee and—”

“The school doesn’t have a student committee,” he interrupted in a mutter.

“Well, it does now,” I said in return. “We are having a school dance and we need funding...”

“You want money from me?” He asked as he stopped his combatting to glare at me.

I was taken aback by the accusation and a little offended that he thought I would come to him for money. The nervous feeling had slipped away, and it was replaced with annoyance.

“I don’t want your money, professor,” I nearly spat at him. I spoke the word ‘professor’ like it was a bad taste on my tongue. “I want to know if you’d allow me to speak with Dee about having a bake sale. I’d like to raise the money for the dance.”

He stared around my face; for a moment, it looked like he felt guilty for his accusation, but that guilty look was gone, and he turned away to continue his practice.

“That’s fine.”

I smiled, even though he wasn’t looking at me so he couldn’t see that I was smiling. But I felt overjoyed by this. I decided to ask him for another favor while I was ahead of the game.

“We will need security at the dance as well. Know anyone who would like to be head of the security team and make sure we are all safe?” I asked, batting my eyes at him.

He paused to look at me again.

“You want me to be security?” He asked; he didn’t sound upset, just curious, and nodded at my response.

“Please?” I asked.

“I’ll get a team together. Just let me know when the dance is,” he agreed.

I wanted to hug him, but I thought about it and took a step back.

“Thank you, professor,” was all I managed to say.

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Dee was more than happy to help me with the bake sale. I spent a lot of time with her over the course of the weeks, baking and selling until we had enough money for the dance.

The rest of the committee spent time getting signatures and support from our fellow classmates and faculty. Once we had everything, we needed it was time to start planning.

“We will have the dance this Saturday. We have tickets printed and ready for sale. All sales made for this will go into the dance funds and leftovers will go into the next event,” I announced to the student committee.

We sat in the lounge, making a big list of things we would need for the dance.

Tayla and Jackie volunteered to go shopping for all the supplies while the others were going to be busy helping me decorate and selling tickets.

“So, do you have a date for the dance?” Rachel asked the night before the dance.

“No, I’m just going to go by myself,” I told her with a shrug.

I was curled up in bed, exhausted after a long day.

“That’s so lame,” Rachel laughed, shaking her head. “There’s nobody at all that you’re interested in?”

I couldn’t tell her that I was mated with my professor.

“Let me guess, are you going with Ryan?” I asked teasingly, avoiding her question.

“Duh,” she said in return, tossing a pillow at me.

I laughed as I caught it.

“Brody asked me to the dance, but I declined,” I admitted, tossing the pillow back at her.

She shot to her feet and gasped loudly.

“What? Brody is fucking hot! Why would you decline him?” She asked a little too loudly.

“I’m not interested,” I said with a shrug.

“Are you insane? Any girl would be insane to turn him down.”

“I guess I’m insane,” I said with a smirk. “I did however tell him we can dance.”

“I guess that’s better than nothing,” she pouted as she sat back down. “I can’t believe you declined him though. Girl, you are wild for that.”

“Little does she know who our mate is,” Val cooed within me. “There’s nobody better looking than Enzo.”

I had to admit that my wolf was right. Enzo was quite dreamy to look at.

I could feel that Val wanted to be near him, and I didn’t want to deny her that. I also kind of wanted to make sure he was all set for the dance tomorrow. He’s head of the security team for the dance, and I had to be sure there was going to be a sufficient amount of security present.

It was early enough that he was most likely still awake.

“I’ll be right back,” I said to Rachel as I left our dorm.

The faculty had their own section of the school called “The faculty housing.”

There were small homes set up at the edge of the campus grounds where the professors and other faculty members lived. Each one had their own home; it was their home away from home. It was because the school was somewhat further away than most packs and the board didn’t want the faculty to commute back and forth daily. So, they had homes made.

I had never been to any of these homes; technically, students weren’t allowed to go to these homes. But Val knew exactly which one was Enzo’s.

He had a more private home; it was bordering the woods and you couldn’t really see the other homes where he was located. I’m guessing he requested that home for that specific reason. He was a very private person, and it didn’t surprise me.

My heart was racing as I stood at the front door; I had no idea what I was getting myself into. This was most likely going to end disastrously. It was a terrible idea to visit him here, especially at this hour.

But I couldn’t help myself.

I wasn’t in control anymore; Val was.

I knocked on his door, ignoring the nervous feeling bubbling in the pit of my stomach as I waited for him to answer. I waited a minute before knocking again, even louder this time.

There was a light in the house, so I knew he was home.

After another moment, I heard the door unlatching and the knob began to turn. I took a step back, taking a deep breath to steady my rapid heart rate and my trembling body.

He stood before me, staring at me like he had seen a ghost. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting me to be there.

I had forgotten what I was there for, to begin with. I bit onto my bottom lip, trying to come up with something to say but no words came to my lips.

Just as I opened my mouth to say something, I saw someone in the background.

It was Connie.

She was wearing nothing, but a towel wrapped around her naked body; her hair was wet like she had just come out of the shower, and she was searching the living room with a frown.

“Enzo? Have you seen my underwear?”