Teacher's Pet

Chapter 4:

ALEC'S POV

Katie. Katya. That was the beautiful name of the beautifully blonde girl who stood before me, her eyes transfixing me and drawing me in. They were like an ocean. A need had been created, deep inside me, to know more about the mystery girl, with an untold story - who showed up in my cousin's apartment, by mere coincidence. Coincidence or fate? 

My Katya. My wolf spoke. 

She is not yours. She does not belong to you. Staring down at the oak wood floor, I wasn't sure how to ask the question I've so been wanting to ask. I needed to know how bad it was.

"Will you let me see?" I asked, moving my gaze to hers. I pleaded, in the form of unbroken eye contact, glancing to the arm I knew to be injured and then back up to her melancholy eyes.

She knitted her soft brows, in fearful realisation, slowly moving her sleeve up her arm to reveal a black and blood red bruise. The shape it was forming into was unmistakeably of the upper half of a bootprint.

My heart broke, almost completely, in two, at the sight. The two broken halves of my desperate heart clung onto each other by a piece of flesh as thin as a tiny piece of string, giving me just enough strength to call one urgent task.

"Tell me who did this." I begged, "Please."

Her gaze dropped to the floor, her hands gripping to each other, nervously, and her shoulders slumping, as she let out a harsh breath. "I can't."

She turned to leave, looking me in the eyes to show me this was the last time, only stopping midway to say "Tell Jason I'm sorry. Can you please just leave me alone now?" And with that, she walked hastily to the door, slamming it shut behind her. 

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I should have chased after her. I should have interrogated her further to find out who her attacker was. But I didn't. I didn't because for the first time in my life I was a coward, who walked away from a compromising situation. I didn't because I needed to gain her trust and pressing her, to confide in me, wasn't the answer. I didn't because letting her walk away gave me the perfect excuse to find her again. 

And that's exactly what I did. I waited for my cousin to return from whatever shitfest he had ventured off to, so that I could find out what he knew about this girl. But I had to do this discretely: if he even had a shred of a thought that Katie meant something to me, his pack could use this information against me and hurt her just to get to me. I would never let that happen.

My cousin practically fell through the front door, inebriated to the point of near-collapsing, which gave me enough of an advantage to catch him off guard. I grabbed him by the shoulders, pinning him against the wall with a SLAM, my enraged face inches from his. 

"What do you know about Katie Fox?!" I practically screamed at him.

"What the fuck, man-"

"Tell me!" I yelled, shoving his shoulders further into the wall, my angrily curled fingers digging further into his skin.

"Alright, alright!" He screamed, hanging his head as a sign of submission. "I'll tell you.  But why do you care so much? You like her or something?"

I completely ignored the last part and repeated "What do you know, Jason?" with an irritated voice and snarling teeth.

"Look," he started, exasperatedly "all I know is she's, like, the school nerd or something like that. She doesn't really have any friends- well, I only assume 'cause I haven't seen her sitting with anyone at lunch, like... ever. Why? What's got up your ass?"

"Nothing that is of your concern... cuz." I said matter-of-factly, before realising I had one last question. Although, I'd have to word this one carefully. "What do you know about her home situation?"

"I dunno, man. Nothing, really. Nobody really knows anything about her." He stated, scratching his head as a sign he was in deep concentration.

I figured this was as lucid as I would get my dear cousin, before he passed out, so I turned on my heel and walked quickly to the door. I heard Jason shout something along the lines of "what? You're not gonna tell me why you got your dick in a twist, 'cause of some girl?"  but I simply smirked  and slammed the door shut behind me. It's not like he'll remember this tomorrow, anyway.

I gave a huff of frustration, watching my breath float towards the atmosphere and evanesce in the night air. Walking towards my McLaren P1, sitting discretely behind the building block, it's black paint job allowing it to hide better in the dark. Turning on the ignition, I sped away from my cousin's place, with a ROAR.