The Ides Of March

Censurable

Chapter 4 : Censurable

Esmeralda awoke to the annoying beeping sound of her alarm. Reaching over she turned it off and dragged herself out of bed. Walking over to her I-Pod dock on her stand, she chose a new play-list, and turned up the music. Singing along she picked out a pair of red skinny jeans, a blue tank top and the grey cardigan her mom bought her last month. After getting dressed she washed her face, brushed her hair, and walked down stairs.

Down stairs her mom was going through papers and her dad was cooking over the stove.

“Ooh! Are you cooking pancakes?!” Esmeralda's parents looked up at her eager face and laughed. John nodded, and she jumped up, “Woo!” Skipping over, she kissed her dad on the cheek, and then gave one to her mom. Esmeralda felt her dad's pancakes were the best ever, and vowed there was nothing like them and they couldn't be beaten. Hearing that he was cooking them put her in a good mood.

She walked over to the cupboards, and started to set the table for the three of them. She finished right when John finished cooking. They all sat down and started eating. “So mom, what are you reading that’s so important?”

Emily looked up startled for a second, “Oh, nothing really.” Esmeralda raised her eyebrows at her and she sighed. “Its nothing sweetie, really. Don't worry about it.”

“Okay.” She finished her last piece and drank the rest of her orange juice. Looking at the clock she saw that she had a half hour left until school. Perfect. If I leave now, I won't have to ride with Logan.

After thanking her parents she dashed up stairs, quickly brushing her teeth, throwing on her converse, and flinging her bag over her shoulder, she raced down stairs, yelling goodbye to her parents.

Opening the door and running down the stairs, she almost missed the black Ferrari sitting in her long drive way with Logan leaning against it. “Hello, love. In a rush are we?” He asked, smirking. Sighing in defeat, her shoulders dropped and she slugged over to the car. “Cheer up, kitten.” She glared at him and he chuckled in response. He opened the passenger door, and she got in without looking at him. He grumbled something and slammed the door. The action startled Esmeralda, and she stared wide-eyed at the now angry werewolf making his way across the front of the car, to come and join her in it. She almost leaned over and locked the door. Almost.

Once he got in he slammed that door as well. “What the hell is your problem?” He hissed, through clenched teeth, as his hands gripped the steering wheel. Terrible temper, much?

“You.” Esmeralda answered, honestly.

He growled and she flinched away. After a minute he started the car, and they drove to her school. The silence was deadly.

“Thanks,” Esmeralda mumbled, and started to get out.

“Esmeralda.” She turned around to face Logan, who had a pained look on his face. “Can't you give me a chance?”

His voice sounded so broken, that she started to feel bad, and suddenly had an urge to comfort him.

What the heck, Elle? You did not just think that.

“Maybe. We'll see.” She got out of the car, and noticed as all eyes slowly turned to me. Good lord. Save me now.

She saw Adam and Cara at the bottom of the school steps, and ran towards them. Happy to have their comfort again. They had went over her house last night, but their comfort the previous night had not been enough, and she craved it again. “Hiya sweetie! How's life as the Alpha's mate?” Adam said, throwing an arm around her shoulder.