I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself, as stared up at my new school, my new life. The campus was crowed which only made my anxiety worse, I've never been the best with crowds; I was small and quite so I tended to end up getting trampled. But I didn't have a chose so I swallowed my fear and walk towards the office to get my schedule.
An old woman greeted me with a friendly smile, as I walked through the doors of the office. "Umm...I...I’m new" I sutured, looking down embraced. She patted my hand gently "ahh let see... oh here we are" she said as she rummaged through the files that piled high on her desk "Sarah Evans". I nodded and smiled politely as she handed me my schedule. "You better get going dear you’re going to be late for your first class" she said as she gazed at the clock above the door. I manage a thank you as I hurried from the office.
I stared down at my schedule trying to memories each of my classes, when suddenly I coiled with a wall. Or at least that's what I first thought, till the wall sprouted arms and caught me before I could face plant, and give my first kiss away to the floor. Before I could even look up and meet the eyes of my saviour, I felt a warmth, an undeniable and irrevocable sentiment, that couldn't be taken back no matter how hard you may try to pull in the opposite direction. For you can't walk away from that type of passion, that type of safety, without settling for a life of so much less. So devoid of anything great and grand because once you felt it anything else is less and somehow not. As rapidly as the warmth had possessed my body, fear took hold. It was suffocating, and paralyzing, yet familiar and safer than the warmth that had been present moments before. I cautiously glance up at the wall, the boy, if he even could be classified as a boy; he was more man than any teenage boy I had ever seen in my life. He towered over me; he had to be at least 6 foot 4 built of lean muscle. His dark brown hair was a little messy and incredibly sexy, his jaw was strong and his eyes the most striking shade of blue. There was a small scare beside his right eye that made him look a little dangerous but his expression was the furthest thing from dangerous it was gentle and a little awestruck. I was baffled by his expression. More than anything I wanted to run; run away from this gorgeous boy and all the emotions he seemed to inspire within me. But something held me in place, trapped within his gaze, within the moment and the sentiments that seemed to flow fluidly from him to me.
Jack's pov
The sound of my alarm woke me. I slow and grudgingly made my way out of bed. I open the first draw of my dresser and pulled out a random shirt and pair of jeans. I couldn't care less how I looked, girls seemed to fall at my feet ether way. They liked how I didn't give a fuck; they thought I was mysterious and charming. Charming my ass, I spoke the truth which they found that fascinating. I didn't trick anyone into my bed, I was straight up from the go, but still they ended up with the delusion that I would eventually fall from them. Which was bullshit, I could only fall for my mate; whom I had no intention of meeting for a very, very long time. Ok, so maybe those girls had no way of knowing I was a werewolf and that I couldn't fall in love with them, if they weren't the girl the cosmos diced I needed to spend the rest of my life with. But still I left no room for delusions, I didn't chase anyone, but who was I to refuse if the girl threw herself at me.
Clothes on, I made my way down stairs. I passed my mom in the kitchen. She had light brown wavy hair and one of those kind faces, a little lined with age, but unbelievably warm. She turned around and looked me up and down. I guess to make sure I hadn't accidently put my shirt on backwards or something. Which had happened before, but in my defence I was severely hung over. When she was satisfied that I had in fact put on all my clothes the right way, she looked into my eyes and smiled. "Here" she said as she passed me a granola bar "you’re going to be late for school, now shoo" she said swatting me on the shoulder. "I want grandchildren and no decent woman is going to marry a man without an education" she stated as if this were a life or death matter. "Ok, ok I'm going" I said laughing lightly. I back slowly away as my mom fixed me with her death glare, which I might add was pretty hilarious. I pick my helmet up from the floor near the door, raised my hands, to show my mom I wasn't going to challenge her, then back out the door slowly.
I turned around laughing, to look at my bike. God I loved this bike. It was a vintage Harley that I'd fixed up myself, and it was beautiful. I got on and turned the clutch, it purred to life beneath me. I loved the power the bike possessed; I was a bit of an adrenaline junky. God how I wanted a girl like this bike, hard, powerful, and sexy; who would lie beneath me and not complain when I left. I shook my head trying to get the image of my dream mate out. I made a sharp turn into the school parking lot, no one was outside. I pulled up to the curb and hopped of my bike. I looked down at my watch, 8:15; fuck, I was late for my first class.I ran into the school not looking where I was going, when sudddenly someone walked directly into my chest.
I stared down at that girl who had just ran into me moments before until i couldn't help my self any more and i reached down to cup her face. My right hand covered the whole left side of her face, everything about her was delicate and fragile; she was so small.I stroked her cheek with my thumb to make sure she was real and she lend into my hand. "Mate" my wolf growled. She looked up her blue eyes wide with fear, her fear brought out my portective side. I instantly pulled her in to my embrace, she felt so small pressed against me, I was a big guy but she was the smallest most delicate looking girl I had ever seen. I growled thinking of all the harm that could come to her because of her size, I so despertly wanted to keep her within in my embrace where I would let no harm come to her.
