Finding Patch

Chapter two

Sorry I'm late posting. Family issues will not go away. :-( Hopefully the next chapter will be up in a day or so.

After a couple of hours of sleep, Patch had to put up with the new students repeat. This was old yesterday. Today it was right down annoying. Patch would sigh to himself out through the day to get over the few moments of anger he would had. The emotion never stayed for long, just long enough for it to become a memory. At least Tommy as being his hyperactive self, which made the day manageable.

Walking into class, Patch saw that the new kid, Chase was not in his seat. He had found this to be interesting for him to spot this straight from the beginning. Normally he would not care who was in what seat as long as it was not his seat. Marking that up as another feeling of curiosity. He takes what he can anymore. By time he reached his seat, Chase was right behind him. When Patch turned his head back towards him, Chase dropped his head.

Halfway through Chase had dropped his pencil. It rolled underneath Patch’s leg. For a moment, he thought about getting for the kid. Until a small clear of the throat came from the very person whose pencil, it belonged.

“Excuse me,”

He looked over towards Chase. The first thing he saw was his eyes. They were electric blue. Normally he would not take notice this but Chase’s eyes stood out to him.

“Can you kindly hand me my pencil from under your leg?” he blushed.

Patch turned his head to the side for a second. He took the blush for how Chase asked the question. Apparently, it was not the how he wanted to ask that question.

Stretching down and snatching up the pencil, he handed to him. His cheek went from slightly pink to a dark raging red. Timidly his stretched out his hand towards the pencil. The tips of his fingers touched Patch’s hand. Instantly his hand lit up in flaming shocks. The sensation danced its way through his skin with a fiery blaze. Chase quickly pulled the pencil out of his hand. Dropping his head, he went back to staring at the notebook in front of him.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“Welcome.”

Patch studied the boy beside him. His light blonde hair hung down in front of his face, hiding a good portion of his baby like face. His hand was delicate, long thin fingers. He was thin, but not too thin. Patch could see the outlining of a small muscle mass on him. Tight smooth muscles. His body equally distributed from head to toe. Sighing, Patch went back to the teacher. What else was he suppose to do? The feeling of curiosity and emotion was gone.

Walking through the hall, his feet hit the floor as if they were walking on air. He could not believe it he had found his mate. When he seen him yesterday his wolf went on a howling spree. Screaming ‘Mine,’ inside of his head. He is beautiful, his dark black hair. Pale grey eyes. They look silver in certain lighting. Husky voice, almost as if he just woke up.

He could not wait until he got home to tell his mother that he had found his mate. His mother was very excited. His father on the other hand, did not like that, his mate was human. His brother told him not to worry about it. We could offer him the chance to change. Their father or even he could bite him then next full moon Patch would shift.

This excited Chase more than it probably should. Not that he wanted his mate in pain for the first few shifting. It was he would be right there when his wolf eyes would focus to see him. The muscle that a wolf gets when created.

Moving with a dream like state, Chase held a skip in his step. Today Patch spoke to him. That voice was like pure lust in the morning. The way his tongue came out of his mouth to lick his bottom lip. Thoughts of nibbling on his tongue then sucking on it passed over his mind. His wolf growled playfully.