Authors note: people meet your new Bad boy Jonah. he is the one displayed in the picture above. enjoy. :)
Quote of the Day:
"I didn't need you idiot, I picked you. And, then you picked me back." - John Green, Paper Towns...
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"what?" I say breathless, how could he say he was my mate and how did he know i was a wolf? I feel so dizzy and i can sense my lunch clawing its way back up to make a reappearance. I don't know how the next words come out of my mouth but they do. "you said what now?" I could feel a growl on the verge of spilling out. "I didn't stutter Nessa. I said I think your my-" he doesn't finish because I don't let him. "You are not my mate..." that's not possible. That very quite impossible. I look at the hand I hold over his mouth to keep him from speaking. 'I wouldn't mind being in love with him I mean look at him he's basically a-' I cut Eva off. 'Your crazy and hormonal. Listen, woman, I will not be falling in love again an time soon and plus he hasn't even been around me to know me and to have a mate bond with me.' I continue ranting until I feel a source of wetness on my hand. Almost by instinct I take my hand off and slap him.
"Ass." I sneered. He smirked, "A good looking piece of Ass." he says wiggling his eyebrows. I scoffed. "Puh-lease, you don't have a thing on me." He just looked at me. "Conceded much?" he said snickering. "One hundred percent. Aint' no one gonna stop me either." I said bringing as much of Puerto Rican out of me. Have I mentioned my grandmother is Puerto Rican and I love the Spanish side she has to things. It was always something i loved about our family so diversed. "Qué te crés?" I say challenging him. He purses his lips for a millisecond. A millisecond. Then he speaks back. "Yo créo qué tu erés una chica muy boníta." aww how cute the bastard actually speaks it. It sound sooo- stop! Get a grip girl, geez... "Where did you learn to speak Spanish?" I say trying to break thr awkward tension he keeps putting out.
He smirks. What a typical jerkizioid.... "My Dad was hispanic and so was my aunt. Before he passed away he taught me how yo speak the language." It became deathly quite in the car. I spoke softly and quietly "Im not going to say I am sorry but i will say this," i say pursing me lips " I hope he has a better after life then what he had here..." although when I said the words I didn't think it would come out like that. It came out harsh and weird. I could feel Jonah stiffen beside me. I ammened my words "May be cheesy but its the truth." I say tring to lighten the mood. It does, to my surprise Jonah begins full on laughing. I turn red. I turn lobster red. Once he see's my expression he sobers up......mostly. He laughs here and there but nothing as bad as earlier. I get to my drive way and step out of my white truck. Honestly when my Dad got it for me I fell in love with it. It was old and cliche. I just liked that sort of stuff. I hear the patter of footsteps against the wet pavement. "Jonah if you screw this up, I don't even know what I am going to do to you." I sigh. He just lets out a low chuckle. "Already begging, are we?" he says mischievously. I let out a bark of laughter "Listen here casonova, I dont want any thing to do with you the only reason we are doing this is because I cant fail that class." I say shaking my head to his stupid remark. He is hot I will give him that but that hotness is wasted on a rotten person like him. Uses, abuses and hurts people just because he cant keep it in his pants. Shame really someone who deserved that body could have it not this Jackhole. As we walk onto the porch Jonah shakes the tree causing all of the rain drops to fall on me. Soaking me to the bone. "You my good friend are going to die." I say sending him a murderous glare before I open the door and let Scooby out. I know right a brown lab with dark spots and I call him Scooby. Soooo Cliche. I just cant get enough. As soon as I let him out he tackled Jonah on the floor. I took this as of the time and essence to change. Once I did I bolted down stairs. Jonah was inside still trying to get off the dog saliva. "Nessa.." he says calling out my name.
I walk towards him with my stuff in hand. He looks me up and down; checking me out. I look at him and he is goofily grinning.
'This is going to be a long, long day.' I think to my self as we plunge into our work with out a word.
YOU ARE READING
A Doubled Mind
Werewolf"Vanessa, you can't hide forever." Jonah says coming after me. "Jonah come on, that's not even fair counting!" I complain. He rushes over to me and pins me down. "Your right its not, but how would we have fun other wise, hmm?" he says tickling me...
