Skinwalker

Chapter 3

This top little thing still feels a bit awkward for me. 

So, read and vote/critique. Feel free to leave comments, especially if you share my love for cats and bacon. 

“Um- Heather? C-Can I ask you something?” Anwen asked.

            Heather looked at her in surprise. She was the prettiest girl in class and had dated more boys than Anwen cared to count.

            “What is it, Annie?” she asked, checking her nails.

            “Um… I kinda… I kinda need some advice… about a guy.”

            At once Anwen had Heather’s complete attention. If there was one thing a girl could not resist, was any sentence that hinted a romance with a man.

            “What about?”

            “Well… you see…” she decided she needed to lie a bit since the last thing she needed was for gossip to reach Logan that she was in love with him, “I met this guy… and I really, really like him… but he… he doesn’t seem to notice.”

            “Does he know you’re alive?”

            “Yeah! I mean- he said I could drop by and visit him and he stayed in touch and everything. But…”

            “He thinks of you as a friend or sister?” she supplied.

            “Yeah.”

            “Do you guys spend a lot of time together?”

            “Almost constantly since we met.”

            Heather thought about it, “Have you tried making him jealous?”

            “I… tried…”

            “Well- try harder. This is what I did to a Richard. I mean- he never took much notice of me, so I went out with Mark and spent minimal time with Richard. And absence makes the heart grows fonder. We started dating after a month of the silent treatment,” she said, “He finally gushed out how he missed me and that he couldn’t stand seeing me with the wrong guy,” Heather said.

            “But… it sounds so… underhand.”

            “That’s love,” Heather replied simply.

            “I-I’ll try.”

            “Good- now about this guy… is he good looking?”

            “He is,” Anwen nodded, “He’s the most handsome person I have ever known.”

            “Anyone I know?”

            Anwen turned red, “I’d rather keep that a secret.”

            Heather shrugged, “Fair enough.”

            On the way home, Anwen picked up some cat food and checked in at the shelter again but no one came to put up lost signs or ask if they had picked up a blue-eyed white cat. But no one had come forward.

            Out of habit, Anwen almost went to drop by Alex’s office but stopped herself, remembering Heather’s advice.

            She headed straight home instead and smiled when she found Blackie waiting for her, meowing noisily. Anwen stroked the cat who jumped onto her shoulders.