Surrendering to Heat

Chapter 9: Ding Dong

- - - - Angelina Harte - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Riiiiiiiiiiiiing

I stand up and try to leave, but someone grabs my hand, stopping me. Tsk. I was hoping to make a quick getaway. It was Damien, of course...

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Um...the bell rang. So I think I'll just go to class now..."

"I don't think so. How do you know about mates?" Damien's eyes narrow in intimidation. He says the last words soft enough that only we can hear.

I test his hold on my wrist, hoping that maybe, just maybe his iron grip might magically be lenient now.

Tugs

Nope, still as strong as the rest of the times he's grabbed me.

"I don't think that now is the time or the place to talk. Maybe some other time. Or better yet, let's just forget I ever said anything. I can go back to my plan. Blend in with the crowd. Live the rest of my days happily ignorant with my big bro...yup sounds good. Bye!" I try to walk away with his hand hanging off my wrist like an accessory. Maybe it'll be that easy. He'll either let go, or I'll magically pull him along with me and wear him on my wrist (like a bracelet with a big ass charm).

Something latches onto my other arm. I look at the hand attached to my left wrist now and follow it back up to its owner.

"Angie, what's going on?" I look into Cam's bright golden eyes. He looks concerned...for me...and that makes me cave a little. Just a little though, I don't know why I open my big mouth sometimes. Why did I have to say the M-word? I really would rather not explain myself. I turn my head, and look at the faces around me. The faces open belonging to people I feel that I've known for years, although they wouldn't be able to say the same about me.

After exhausting all the complaints and excuses in my arsenal, only to have them go unheard, they they decided that we were going to the pack house. No excuses accepted, no interruptions, no eavesdroppers, and no choice on my part.

- - - Car Ride - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

That is how I ended up sitting in Cam's car before school ended.

Yes. I, Angelina Harte, have ended up ditching on my first day of school.

We also made a big spectacle of leaving. Simply walked right out the front doors. Then Damien insisted, more like commanded, that I get on the back of his motorcycle. I declined...very loudly I might add. I just didn't feel like doing everything, his majesty decreed. His motorcycle was actually pretty sweet though...

After I refused, we argued some more and he said he'd go where I was going. Overprotective.

That is how we ended up in Cam's jeep. Cam's in the driver seat of course, with Jared in the passenger seat. I'm sitting in the back with Sierra and Alice to my left and Damien to my right. It is cramped to say the least. Good thing us girls were relatively smaller than Damien. He was definitely taking up the bulk of the back seat. Stupid, massive, steroid infested, slab of sexy muscle!

Caine is driving the car that they carpooled to school with, and Devon is driving Damien's motorcycle. They were currently tailing the jeep. It's weird how they were tailing us. Hmm...I wonder if they all live together. Weird.

"Couldn't this have waited until after school? We only had like 2 more classes left! Who skips the first day of school anyways? Delinquents! That's who! The rest of the year is fair game (who cares if you skip then), but the first day is the day everyone attends!"