My Bully is a WEREWOLF!!

Chapter 13

~~~Vanessa's P.O.V.~~~

I was wearing a pretty, light pink dress, with a black bow around the waist. I had black heals on with a pink bow on the tip. I searched my closet and found a light pink, plain purse. I stuffed my cellphone, lip gloss, and my keys inside. 

I heard a car horn and ran down the stairs. "Bye Mom!" I called running out the door.

I went outside and he stood there, leaning on the side of the car, looking hot as ever. He was wearing black-jean pants --that rode low on his hips. He had a plain white T-shirt and a blaser. I have to say...he looked hot. I'm not proud, though.

"Helloo, Beautiful," He purred at me, looking me up and down. I turned my face away, so I could hide some of my blush. 

"Hi," I said softly. 

He took my hand in his and pulled to his chest, for a hug. "You followed my instructions," He said in an approved tone. 

He walked over to the passenger side of the car, still holding my hand. He opened the door and helped me in.

He started driving and I couldn't help to look him over again. His shirt hugged his torso. Every time he moved, you could see when his muscles would flex. "You look hot," shit! Please oh please tell me I didn't say that out loud. 

"Well, babe. Thank you. I'd say you look sexy," he said with a smirk on his face. Oh gosh! I bet I looked like a red tomato. I looked over to him again to see that he was checking me out. My legs were being raped by his eyes. Well that's a disturbing thought. 

"Can you please keep your eyes on the road?" I asked, frustrated. "please?"

"You just look so sexy. It's gonna be a challenge to stop, babe," he said with a wide smirk on his face. 

I sighed and looked out the window to try and distract myself. 

We pulled up at this big time restaurant. It looks like it would take a fortune to pay for one plate of food. It was french, too!

"Can't we go some place else? This place looks so expensive," I looked back at the place like it was a haunted house. 

"It's okay," he looked me deep in the eyes, "I only want to take you too the bests."

"We don't have to. Any where is good. As long as I'm with-," I quickly cut myself off. I didn't mean to say that. I was only saying it...for...uh...his benefit. 

“What were going to say?” he asked. He had this kind of look in his eyes. It looked like hope mixed with something else.

“I don’t remember,” his eyes were so mesmerizing. The way they change color.

“You don’t remember?” I shook my head, to shake off my dazed feature.

“Um...no...” I trailed off.

“Okay,” He said, taking my hand, leading us into the restaurant.

~~~Brandon’s P.O.V.~~~

I knew what she was going to say. I just knew it. I was so relieved. She was finally starting to fall for me. She doesn’t do things like she’s forced to, or automatical--much. She does, but not all the time.

I love this girl so much. I’ll do anything for her. She’s making me fall so hard for her. Sometimes I just want to keep her in my arms forever. i found this whole new personality that i had no idea about. This person is carefree and fun. Loving, enthusiastic, determined, smart, creative, artistic, and so much more. I believe, though, that she has even more. She just hasn’t trust me enough to show or tell me.