It's not my fault that I fell for you, you tripped me!

Love means never having to say you are sorry

Chapter Five:

Love means never having to say you are sorry

I strolled out of the school, feeling tierd and exhausted. School is no joke. I scanned the parking lott and met the chocolate eyes that have been holding my mind hostage all day. Our breif encounter brought another wave of anger and resentment to wash over me like a wave. I saw a flash of sadness and then it was gone. I was sure I saw it, but he’s a player.

Only controllers have the power, and I tend to be the contoller.

 

I grimmly note that the red-head was with him as well. I ignored his piercing look and moved towards my car. And let me tell you it was damn difficult. I slided into my sleek ride; porche. And then I was out of there, ignoring the longing look on a certain someone’s face.

I headed home. Happy that my mum wasn’t home but feeling slightly concerned. I had always been the possession that had to be shared between two divorcee’s, always moving never having the time to be childish. I sighed. I missed my dad. But if he ever asked I would deny it, he never sent me a second glance.

Busy conceving like bunnies. With amatuer barbie.

 

I made a quick dinner, and ate in a hurry. I wanted nothing more but to sleep. I stacked the dishes and made my way upstairs. I opened my room window and swiftly dressed in short shorts and a tank top. In the corner of my eye I notcied a shaddow looming in the forrest that was surrounding my house.

Should I be worried?

 

I walked closer to the window. The sillhouette move closer, the moonlight reflecting it. I gasped silently. It was a monster;a beautiful monster. It was bigger than a wolf but smaller than a bear, I didn’t care. It was bigger and taller than me, I was scared. But then I noticed the errily similuar chocolate brown eyes.

Wow, I’m resembling my crush to a canine?

 

His fur was a gorgeous coral black colour and chocolate brown eyes that gleamed with mischeif. It also gleamed with adoration and made me feel like submitting.

He’d have to wait forever and a day. Just like the rest of them.

 

I had a uncontrollable urge to talk to the stunning creature. And I did just that, much to my embaressment.

“Hello,” I cooed not feeling any fear for him. He seemed taken back but then his eyes hardened slightly. And he growled softly.

Just for his benefit; I squealed.

“Aww,” I laughed at my childish behaviour. What can I say? I liked dogs. Expecially when I’m out of their reach.

I then did the stupidest thing possible, something that I would certainly regret in the morning. I jogged down stairs and let him in. Honestly, I didn’t know what came over me. It was his eyes, they were hypnotising.

I spent an hour cooing and probably hurting the stupid animals pride. I ended up on the floor, curled into a ball. Holding the wolf for dear life.

I opened my eyes half expecting to be dead or at least unconsious. But I was alive, uninjured and tucked into my bed; with the window closed. It was like it never happened. But I smelt different, and I felt different. I smelt more woodsy? And I felt ancious. For what I didn’t know, but I felt like I would soon find out.

So what do you think? Did he turn her or was it evan him...

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    J