Brett smiled gently to himself and leant gently against the bleachers. You were magnificent to watch, sprinting between neon orange beacons. Your body was toned and athletic, full with a strength that Brett couldn't help but admire.
For years he'd watched you like this, learning things about you that he kept close to him, like treasures. Sometimes, it hurt Brett to think that he meant nothing to you, when you'd been something he'd needed in his life for so long. He knew your weekly training schedule, and the way you liked to have your hair when you were working. He knew the brand of trainers you used, and how long it took you to start sweating on a winter morning. Brett felt an ache in his chest. You turned, and Brett bit back a groan. Every day he tried to find a reason to talk to you, but somehow his words managed to twist themselves in his mouth and become insults.
"Hey, Furball," He called, silently wincing at the cruel tone in his voice, "you done playing fetch yet?"
You turned and faced the boy, a slight snarl disfiguring your delicate features, "What do you want Brett?"
The boy winced again. He knew that, coming from anyone else, you would have smiled at the wolf jokes, but from him, they were an attack.
"I just-I-why aren't you at school?" Brett asks quickly, desperate to continue the conversation.
You shrugged, rubbing your sore shoulders, "I didn't feel like going today." You explained, "It's too...I dunno." You shook your head, "But what am I saying? You're Brett Talbot: Lacrosse Star, you wouldn't get it."
"No, no, no!" Brett disagreed quickly, "I get it, school can be really stifling sometimes. I'd much rather be out here in the fresh air. You know, escape for a little bit."
You gave the boy an incredulous look, "Really? What could you possibly have to escape from?"
Brett looks down, smiling sadly as images flashed behind his mesmerising eyes.
He shrugged, dragging his eyes back up towards yours, "Maybe you don't know me that well." The boy said quietly, "Not as well as I know you."
You tried to hide your curiosity, but the glimmer in your eyes gave you away and Brett chuckled.
You snorted, "Bite me, Talbot."
"Maybe later." He joked.
You laughed softly, and then looked up, shocked. Brett felt his heart jump; this was the first joke he'd made that hadn't come out rude or cocky.
"Yeah." You said, "I guess it's a little late for that now, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Brett agreed, shooting you a nervous smile.
"Listen, I'm sorry about what I said earlier, about you not having anything to escape from. It was insensitive and I shouldn't have said it."
Brett shrugged again, smiling properly now, "It's okay. I'm sorry for always being such a jerk to you. I just get nervous."
"Nervous? Why on earth would you be nervous around me?"
"You're beautiful," Brett explained, "and you could probably kick my ass." The two of you chuckled, shooting each other shy glances, "To me, you've always been like a hurricane, destructive, but beautiful to watch."
You gave Brett a calculating look, as though you were surprised by his candor, "Did you know, my family is Portuguese?" you asked, seemingly out of the blue. Brett shook his head, "Well they are, and when I turned for the first time my alpha told me to choose a new name, something to signify the start of my new life. I chose Furacao. Do you wanna guess what that means?" Brett kept silent, "It means Hurricane."
Brett smiled, wondering if maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something.
"So, Hurricane, do you want to get something to eat? No school means no cafeteria, you know."
Your eyes widened slightly, "That depends, where would we be going?"
"What, really?" Brett asked, "Wow, I didn't think that would work." He said, listening to your laugh, "Um, I don't really know, where would you want to go?"
You shrugged, "Surprise me."
