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Ch. 3 If I'm Going to Have A Stalker Thank God He's Handsome.

Deciding not to sit there, stare at my plate, and think about some douchebag werewolf I just met, I went upstairs. The library seemed like a good idea, a cute boy worked the counter, and I needed someone to pretend not to stare at while I got over the fact that there was a werewolf in my house. So I dressed extra cute, black boots, shorts, and a pink top with a jean jacket. Nothing to make a materialistic rich girl happier, I thought bitterly, combing a hand through my honey colored hair. Grabbing my cell and tucking it into my back pocket, I sighed. Okay maybe I was over doing the look. Pulling off my obnoxious boots, and shorts, I replaced it with skinny jeans, and some flats. Reluctantly, I took Dean's number, and tucked it into my pocket.

Walking outside, I felt someone watching me, and turned. No one. So I trudged on, I was so used to walking every where in heels by now, I could run in them, a feat not easily accomplished I might add. Finally I reached the town, and I saw him. He was tall, pale, with dark brown eyes, and sharp features. Really hot, that's what should've tipped me off, because as it seems, literally every werewolf I was bound to meet was unfairly attractive. Still, I kept walking, ignoring it, until when I glanced at reflective glass to check myself out, I saw him standing behind me. At a distance of course. He wouldn't murder me in public. Making sure to keep my pulse level, I kept walking. By now I was used to manipulating my emotions. Lies were my second nature.

Once again, I pulled out my IPhone, and pretended to use my camera to gloss my lips and I saw him, still there. So I smiled, and took a picture, pretending it was a selfie. Once I had the picture, I cropped myself out, and all that was left was a picture of him, watching me. Jesus, I hadn't even lasted I day and I already needed to call Dean. I could already imagine his voice, 'I knew you'd call. Just expected it to be a little sooner.' Narcissistic jerk.

Stepping inside the library, I periodically did things to check if he was behind me, and without fail, he was. This hastened the need to call Dean, because if this guy was from his "former pack" or whatever, I was positive he wasn't following me just for fun. He probably wanted information. So instead of staring at the yummy looking boy behind the counter, I slipped into the bathroom. Making sure every stall was empty, I locked the door, and pulled out Dean's number. Every fiber in my being didn't want to call, and just wanted to stick to my pride. Sadly, that wasn't an option, so I typed in his number, actually saving him in my contacts under the name, Idiot, and called.

It rang to the point where I thought it he wouldn't answer, and I fought off panic so the other werewolf wouldn't get suspicious. "Hey kitten, knew you'd call, thought it'd take a day though." Dean said, his voice taunting and attractive. Anger raced through me at his arrogant comment, "Well this isn't a call for pleasure, I can assure you of that." I retorted, staring at the lock, scared the door might just open. He chuckled, "Why then, did her majesty take the precious time to call a lowly dog such as myself?" He asked sarcastically. Sighing, I said, "Well, the fact one of your werewolf buddies is stalking me was a good incentive." I answered, there was one minute silence on the other side, and I thought he hung up before he asked, "Are you sure?" Letting out a sigh of annoyance and fear, I answered, "Or maybe some guy just decided to stalk me all the way from my house to the library."

There was another pause, "What does he look like?" I paused, "Tall, blonde... ruggedly handsome." I teased, Dean sighed, "Seriously Sandra, this is your life at risk." He complained, "Really?" I asked sarcastically, no response.
"I have picture, want me to send it?" I asked, "Yes." He answered almost instantaneously. I did, once again there was a pause. This is getting annoying Dean, I thought, I could be murdered any second. "Okay, I know his pattern, he won't kill you in public, he's too discreet, doesn't like making a mess, so he'll try to flush you out or lure you out. I know you have a soft spot for handsome werewolves sweetheart, but I suggest you go to the most crowded place in that library, and wait. I'll be there." He added a little teasing, which pissed me off but I didn't have time for a retort, "Wouldn't going with you be more dangerous?" I asked, there wasn't a pause this time. "You're a perceptive one dear, except the fact that I'm stronger and smarter than him. He chased me out of the pack so I wouldn't be alpha, so once again, I strongly suggest doing as I formerly stated." Dean explained, I let out a sigh of annoyance, stepping out of the bathroom. "Just one last question," I said, "What's that?" He asked, "Am I ever going to get you to stop calling me annoying names?" I asked, I heard him laugh, and it made me more calm, "You said it your self kitten, we're dating." He answered easily, I walked to the most crowded part of the room.

"Please, I'd never date an intolerable jerk like you." I snapped, sending him into another wave of laughter, "Oh how your words wound me!" He feigned anguish, and then chuckled a little. "See you soon." At that he hung up. Annoyed and scared, I collapsed into a seat, and didn't even bother to hide. The guy behind the counter didn't look as good as I remembered. His cuteness was fading as I realized he was so not worth having a werewolf stalker to see.

After a long time, I heard a teasing voice beside me pipe up, "Think the guy behind the counter's cute?" I turned to see Dean's teasing face, and narrowed my eyes. "Cuter than you." I retorted. "Lies, now let's get out of here dear." He grabbed my hand, and we started walking off. His eyes became watchful, and I saw a girl with rust colored hair, "She's good at observing things, she's from the pack." His murmured so only I could hear him. An ambush, "Hug me." he ordered, before I could process anything, he pulled me towards him, his arm sliding around my waist. His chin was tall enough to rest on top of my head. He did this just as the red haired chick looked at us, and he had his eyes closed to make it look natural.

Oh what the heck I'm already being hunted down by a pack of werewolves, a random hug can't hurt. So I melted into his embrace to make it look natural. He pulled back, slightly surprised. I hoped his heart fluttered like mine. He laced his fingers through mine, the rust colored hair girl was gone. "Had no idea you were so good at acting." He commented, "There's a lot of things you don't know about me." I teased, "Oh yeah? Like what?" He asked, I grinned, "I can do the splits." I answered, he chuckled, his eyes still cautious and calculating. "Left, make it look natural." He ordered quietly. "Please." I retorted, pretending to be totally into him as we made a left. "You're actually really good." He observed. "I'm used to lying." I answered, keeping a flirty smile plastered to my face.

"The guy over there, brown hair, leaning against the wall, his talent is smell. Now we're in a large crowd, diluting the smell." He explained, "Why are we walking into all their traps?" I asked, "It's what they'd least expect." Dean answered, and he pulled me into an alleyway. Literally sweeping me off my feet, he whispered, "Close your eyes."

"Pervert."

He coughed to cover up a laugh, and I obliged, closing my eyes. Then I felt wind in my hair. He was running. Then we stopped, and he put me down. I looked around and saw an apartment. "Where are we?" I asked, looking around. "My place." He answered, it was quaint but I liked it. "You look like a regal queen judging her servant's living area." Dean commented. "Maybe I am," I commented, shrugging and sitting down. Dean sat down next to me, "You're scared." He stated. I was, but I didn't want to tell him that. My strong facade was the only thing that ever held me together.

So I didn't respond. He rested his arm over my shoulders, "I know you've only known me for a day, and now you're in my house being hunted down. But I'll protect you, I swear it." He promised. I sighed, leaning into my hands. I was terrified as hell. "Don't worry kitten," he assured me, I kicked him hard in the knee, and he laughed.

"I knew that'd make you feel better."