The Persistent Alpha, & Resistant Luna

8. Maniac .

Explaining where I've been to my dad was a bitch.

Well, maybe because I had to lie.

Of course I wasn't going to tell Auguste Du Val the truth to where I'd been. He'd not only lock me away for later slaughter, but he would hunt Grey down and hang him.

My dad was that overprotective.

He undoubtably grounded me and took away just about everything I had in my room, besides my bed and my clothes.

He even took away all of my art supplies, knowing that would be just the thing to do to piss me off.

Mom had gotten it for me.

All he wanted me to do was look at my four walls, or maybe just the ceiling, and let boredom be the death of me.

But as strange as it sounds, it wasn't.

Not with Grey on my mind.

He was right. It's been almost a week since I was with him and yet I can't shake him from my mind.

What did he mean by if I called he'd come? How could I call him without his number?

"Or without a phone.." I scoffed to myself, walking over to my bathroom and opening the window.

It was almost midnight and the stars seemed like they couldn't be any brighter tonight.

A strange pull deep within me sprang to life, almost making me want to leap from the window and run towards the moon.

I won't sneak out. I have to stop causing dad so much trouble.

I slammed the window closed, storming out of my bathroom and back into bed. Letting my mind travel back to what it couldn't seem to stay off of..

Grey.

Damn you, exotic eyes. This is all your fault. You and stupid dark blondie.

A small flame ignited within me.

Yeah! And oh that damn blonde, I ought to.. What was I thinking that day?! I knew better, I know I can take him any day!

Why did I continue to amp myself up?

Only finding myself bickering in a one-man argument as I made some handmade rope to climb out of my bathroom window with.

Before I knew it, I was sprinting through our backyard, jumping the fence, and running through the forest behind our house.

I looked up at the sky, searching for the moon, and booking it when I felt I was going in the right direction.

What am I doing? Why do I need to.. run?

I came to a complete stop, closing my eyes, and choosing now to realize how rapidly my heart was beating and how erratic my breathing was.

Just go home Nov-

"Nova?"

My body stilled at the sound of that voice. The voice that gave me nightmares for about a week now.

I turned around, narrowing my eyes at the dark blonde before me.

"We keep meeting like this, I think it's only fair I know your name. Even though I'm not sure how you found out mine."

"I get around." He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "And the name's Titus."

Arrogant son of a bitch.

I could tell by the gleam in his eyes as he said his own name, that he thought of himself as some sort of God.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I couldn't help but to laugh. "You really believe you're so high and mighty, huh?"