The Unfortunate Truth

What did he Do? - 4

We went out to eat a short bit later with each other, Chris getting his wish and all of us eating at DQ. I didn't really mind it, but apparently, they do it so often that the group was used to it. They figured that it would be the place they would be going.

We then drove to Doswell, and we arrived about half an hour before the concert started. We got in, and got a decent spot down on the floor. We basically just sat around and talked before the concert started, and we got pretty ecstatic when they came out.

The whole time before I was pretty on edge. I know it's a public place and all that, but I could sense a lot of other werewolves around us aside from my group. It made me a little uneasy. Even though I know they couldn't smell it on me or have any way of knowing that I was a werewolf, I wasn't going to take any chances.

So even though I wanted to enjoy this time with my friends, I was on high alert the entire time. I made mental notes of where my warriors were the entire time, even being able to spot a few of them on the edge of the crowd.

I smiled brightly as they started playing one of my favorite songs by them, Open My Eyes.

I sway my body slightly as I listen to the lyrics, my way I guess of dancing. I'm not really a good dancer, and I really didn't want to prove that today.

Brody smiles warmly at me from the corner of my eye, and I do my best to ignore it for the time being.

Although that was pretty hard. I'll admit, I was having a blast dancing with my friends and listening to one of my favorite bands perform. It was super fun, I was having a great time. But my mind, yet again, kept going back to Brody.

My mind always goes back to Brody. And I don't know why I keep doing it. Or, rather, why my brain keeps doing it.

This time was out of pure curiosity.

I can't help but be curious as to why he wants to hang out with me so much. I've known him and everyone for literally nine days. Nine.

And I don't know why I'm so infatuated with him. One look in his eyes and my heart practically swoons. One look at him and I just feel a connection, I feel like I'm drawn to him. I feel like I need to talk to him.

I need to be around him or something. But there is a bad thing that overrides all of the bad. Even though there's a lot of good, meaning I would like to talk to him. A lot.

There are a million questions going through my head.

How do I know if he's my mate or not? Why am I so drawn to him? Why do I want to keep talking to him despite me barely knowing him?

I just want to know why all of this is happening. I really need to call my brothers later tonight or sometime tomorrow. Hopefully, they understand more about this than I do.

We get about halfway through the concert, meaning it's been about an hour, when the band is singing one of my lesser favorite songs. One of which I won't mention. So I decided then that I would go get a drink. I drank all of my water already and I needed something to drink.

It was hot in the stadium, which was opposite of outside, which was freezing cold. I had a blue jean jacket wrapped around my waist for when we left, but it was way too hot to wear it right now in the building.

"Hey," I yell slightly over the loud music. I was really yelling at anyone that would look at me. I had a few heads turn towards me, seeing Nick, Andrew, Rosie, and of course Brody. He's been right by my side throughout the entire night. I would expect nothing less from him.

"I'm gonna go get some water!"

"Not alone you're not!" Brody says firmly. "I'm coming with you."

I give him a pointed look, to which he doesn't get a chance to answer before Andrew speaks up. "I'll come too, I gotta use the bathroom."

"You have the bladder the size of a peanut," Rosie retorts.

Andrew huffs a little and sends her a small glare while she smiles triumphantly. "I'm coming too, I need a drink, come along Andrew." Rosie cheekily smiles and starts wading through the people, making him groan and follow behind her.

"Hey! Get me some sprite!" Nick yells over the loud music.

Brody gives him a thumbs up and gently gives my back a small nudge, an indication that he was ready to go.

I start to walk forward, but before I can even react Brody pushes himself in front of me. He starts pushing through the crowd of people around us and wades through them, before he stops and turns back around.

Before I can question him on what he was doing, he reaches back and grabs onto my hand tightly.

I resist the urge to gasp as sparks galore are sent spreading throughout my hand and up through my arm. My hand got warm and the tingles in my hand got more intense as he clasped our hands together.

He interlocked our fingers, not giving me a backwards glance as he pulled me along with him. I almost didn't walk after him, and I stumbled a little bit in shock.

I know it probably wasn't a big deal, but it was to me. He acted like it was nothing. I need to know what this means, because it's honestly scaring me a little bit.

The two of us wade through the crowd, mostly with Brody pulling me along the way. We get through the people on the floor and start walking up to the first floor of the stadium where some small concessions were.

But the thing is, as soon as we get through all the people, I expect him to let go of my hand. I actually took a step away from him since I figured that he would. But he did the exact opposite of that.

Brody actually pulled me closer to him. His hand tightened a bit more around mine and he pulled me next to him as we started going up the stairs. My eyes widened and I blinked at him, but I didn't say anything as we went up the stairs together.

We passed by a lot of people as we made our way up, and I can't help but be curious if I feel some people staring at us as we do it. I did happen to see a few people doing it, but it sure felt like a lot more people than I saw.

I hid my face as best I could as he kept pulling me next to him, the two of us walking hand in hand towards the concessions stand. I glanced ahead at Andrew and Rosie, seeing that she had her arm linked with his.

I figured that's what we would have done, but he won't remove his hand from mine. And once I looked up at his face, I definitely knew that he wasn't going to let go of my hand.

His face was firm, stoic, and all menacing looking. I can't help but wonder what this boy had been through for putting up a face like that. Or why he was at a time like this. Was he annoyed with all the people he had to get through? I mean I was too, but I didn't think it was that terrible.

We get to the concessions stand a few minutes later, seeing that Andrew and Rosie were already standing there waiting in line. So we fall into step behind them, with Rosie turning around to say something to me.

Her eyes zero in on our hands and she raises an eyebrow at me. I quickly look down at our hands, my cheeks blushing as I take my hand out of his.

Brody turns to look at me and I barely see a look of confusion pass over his face. My face heats up even more and I take a step back to sort of distance myself. Though I don't know if it was from him exactly or just the situation as a whole.

"I uh, I'm gonna use the restroom while we're waiting," I whisper. My gaze flickers up to his again, pausing softly at his look. Those eyes are soft and caring, but his face looks tense like I had offended him but he was trying to hide it.