I can't believe he called me that. A sudden flashback appeared in my eyes.
Hermosa the samosa is her nickname because her dad owned a samosa bakery. Her dad was asked to cater to kiwi's dads second wedding to now Kiwi's step-mom. On that day Hermosa, not yet known as a samosa, brings in a tray of samosas to the dining area of the wedding reception, but she slips and falls and the samosas spill onto the dance floor where when she gets up she falls into the dozens of samosas and the filling of the samosa get all over her. After that day she goes into school and smells like rotten samosa spices. From that day on, everyone called her Hermosa the Samosa.
I felt the tears drowning out my eyes. After reaching the door, I started sobbing. I couldn't control it. It was too much to think about.
After hours of studying and hearing Kiwi's repeated voice calling me "samosa", I went outside for a late night walk in the parking lot.
It was 1:00 AM and I was still outside sitting in front of a Ford F150. Sighing, I laid down on the cool pavement only to be startled by a HOWL?
"AWOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Jump scared, I stood up and clutched my school ID for defense. A shadow overcomes my petite 4'2 figure. Tears overcome my desi dark brown orbs and my tiny bite-size heart thumps loudly. I hear thunderous steps growing louder. I look up and see him again. RUN.
I turn around and scream, "Dad? IM GETTING KIDNAPPED BY A STRANGER, SAVE ME"
Nothing.
"Mom?"
Nothing at all.
I knew better than this. They aren't in college with me. I am a loser. I can't believe I have no friends. I spend all my time reading werewolf stories and dreaming of getting swept away in the most magical parts of the student center. And now, I'm getting swept away in the midst of the parking lot. By him. JEehSUes
"SAMOSITA" I hear him scream. I couldn't even dare to look at his eyes. But when I looked, I saw his dark red orbs. His figure was outlined by brown fur that looked so soft, but I knew I couldn't touch him.
Who is this man? Who is this werewolf? And why is there a Panda Express bag in his jaws?
So much to know... So little time.
But did curiosity kill the cat or the werewolf? For the sake of me, I hope it was the werewolf.

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Awoo?
WerewolfAWOOOOO..... I don't howl at the moon. I howl at the spices that conjure up heat on my tongue. And thats not the only thing that spices up my life. ......KIWI AWOOOOOOOO