Soul Master

4. Asha

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She hadn't seen me watching her, from the time she got through the doors, right up until I approached them.

I watched her enter the female toilets with a look of defiance, my hoodie covering her up exposing only the lower hem of her now longer skirt. A smile touched my lips as I waited, casually flicking the lid of my Zippo lighter open, closed, click, open, closed, click. Two girls went in laughing, then she came out. I stopped mid close of the Zippo. My eyes narrowed as when they found her. My hoodie now flung over her shoulder, revealing her fitted white shirt, short as fuck skirt, and them stupidly high heels. She had done it, she had bloody well changed her clothes. I stalked behind her silently as she headed up the long dark and empty corridor, The school was always dingy, the pale blue of the walls doing nothing to add light into the building's lack of windows. The smell of different people's odours, from sweat to aftershave and hairspray tainted the air as the sound of students echoed from behind closed doors. Lockers lined one side, posters and school events on the other. I stepped into the shadows, watching her as she stopped to look at the wall. Her eyes lingered on something, bringing a slight quirk to her lips.

I adjusted my position to try see what she was looking at, but the angle behind the locker was awkward, I looked at the wall closer to me, looking for clues. The picture of a dress, advertising dance lessons for the upcoming dance.

Fuck.

Amèlie loved to dance, even when she was a kid she used to perform what she had learnt in ballet classes from her previous family life for me. She would probably be looking at the dance advertisements, longing to go, yet having nobody to take her.

I watched as from the nearby doorway Darren, one of the school's best football players, and therefore one of the most popular guys on site approached her. His natural suave and egotistic attitude had been replaced with nothing more than a rambling mess, something that only happened to him when he was serious to the point of having an anxiety breakdown about something. I had spent enough time with him and the rest of our football team to know he was currently working up courage, I also knew he had a huge crush on Amii, which would have been fine with me, if my inner shapeshifting wolf mentality hadn't already secretly claimed her as mine. 'Fuck.' I muttered aloud this time, realising where this was heading.

I heard him call for her attention, and I wondered how was she looking at him? With what expression? Would she fall for his natural charm like all the other girl. Surprising me, she stepped back slightly, folding her arms. Was she scared? Why was she so quiet when he was approaching her? Surely she would speak.

I couldn't take it, I moved swiftly and silently, and Darren caught sight of me over her shoulder, before Amii even registered my presence.

Me. Her "older brother," according to rumours. Rumours which I had failed to disperse. His face paled, and I glared at him with a sinister smile. Darren and I weren't exactly friends, we could tolerate each other at best. While he liked to spend his time racing, fighting, and betting with his moron crew involving Amii's sweetheart Mally. I liked to make sure to keep him the fuck away from me, and my things. Amèlie, was mine.

We had a history of fighting one another when we came to disagreements, normally I would be the one to hand his ass to him on a wooden spoon, leaving either Mally or one of their other delinquents to pick him up off the ground. Unlike most people, I didn't fear him, his regularly bruised fists and broken knuckles didn't make him any more intimidating to me. I just strongly disliked him. And right now, I had him by his metaphorical balls. He wouldn't be asking anything.