The Broken Werewolves: Forbidden Law (BxB)

Chapter 9: The Text From Him

Chapter 9
The Text From Him

 The date went pretty well and I must say I have a lot of fun together with Troy. He is really a nice guy and I wish to know him more. Despite losing his mother, he never took that as an opportunity to be mean in everything, in the world. I envy him for that. He has a lot of goodness in his heart, which I know I had once but then it was replaced by anger. It consumed me. Since losing Furion, everything about the world doesn't make sense to me. I don't see the big picture. All I know is that I'm living because of Dave and Mom. Now that Troy is here, I think he'd be an addition as to why my life is becoming more and more interesting.

I have learned that Troy is, in fact, a Brazilian guy. He was born and raised in Brazil, and when he turned 10, his father and mother decided to live in America, because of his father. He's father is working as a businessman in a corporation I don't know. He makes much money, and according to Troy, he's always stressing himself out, which kind of sucks. Since their mother died, his Dad has become workaholic than ever. I guess that's his way of coping up. If I still had a wolf, and I was mated with my supposed-to-be mate, and he died, I would have lost my mind and cried myself to death, or go rogue on everyone. But I was rejected and my way of coping up was to regret everything, to regret letting go of my wolf, Furion, the only family that I ever had. And I had lost him. Every day, every night, I never stop thinking about Furion. If he's still here, in me, he would complain about me being a smart bitch all the time.

"How's the date?" Mom asks me as she smothers the pork in finely chopped onions and soy sauce with pepper. Mom has these eyes that tell me she wants all the details and never leave some. I smile at her knowingly, and as if on cue, she squeals like a teenage girl, like she's still in High School and a hot guy is asking her out. "You know, when I was looking at Troy last night, my first impression of him was pure, and I think he is. He blushes constantly! He even told us that you were his first date."

My heart races as my brain flashes an image of a grinning Troy. He looks dazzling. Everything about him is perfect. It feels like I have known him all along. He's really an open book and tells you everything that you want to know. Even the little details, he never forgets to share, and while telling you those, you would see his reactions and his hands flying everywhere. He's excited to tell you everything. Like what Mom said few minutes ago, Troy is pure, to the point that he only sees good in everything and not evil. Not even a bit. Mom watches me with knowing eyes, and a smile creeps out her face. I guess this is one of the rare moments that I smile, caused by a stranger, who I just met last night.

I sigh in contentment. "Troy is really good, ma. And the impression you got, you're not wrong." I say to her with sincerity. The dreamy look that is etched on my face, I think I'm going to wear for what I sense a very long time. "I hate to admit it to Dave, but I think he chose the right guy for me. I think. And also, ma, he has a beautiful voice, and he sang for me last night! I guess Dave is right as well. That boys who play guitar will add some points! When he sang to me, I felt like... it felt like I was at my happiest state, you know?" Mom nods eagerly, wanting me to continue. "And then his eyes... his eyes are the greyest eyes I've ever seen, and it's beautiful. To be honest, ma. What I think of Troy, is that he's the type of guy that would never ever hurt you. He's so good you would think that you would be the first one to leave and break his heart."

"That's nice," Mom replies, smiling still. She starts smothering the pork again and sighs. "I wish you the happiest life, my son. And if Troy would give that to you, for you to open up, I'd gladly give you to him. But be careful, first impression doesn't last until you get a chance to know them better."

"That's why I want to know him better," I say, looking at her straight in the eyes. "To know if he's toxic for my health or a cure to my toxic life. Troy will be attending the same High School as mine, so we'll see each other often, and I'll tell you all the details."

Going upstairs, to my room, I decide I should just take a rest and wait for dinner to be prepared. Sketching would be a good right now, to distract myself from thinking of Troy. I have enough of Troy for the day. Dave is in his friend's house, and I think he will be staying there until tomorrow. Pulling out my computer desk drawer, pens and pencils roll down and some of my sketches are crumpled. I grab it and study my sketches, straightening it out. It's my wolf, Furion. If he sees these sketches of him made by me, would he like it? Would he love it? I'm not the best artists ever, but it took me a long time to draw Furion well. I wanted to get every details. I did this because I'm afraid that one day, I would never recognize him. I'm still hoping that he'd come back, knowing that he's not going to come back in my life at all. I hope he's happy where he is right now.

Sometimes, I can still hear his voice inside my head, telling me what to do. I know it's just my imagination, but I think it's my way of hoping that he'd still come back, even when he's gone permanently. Or is he? He's still in my heart and forever will be. Now, sketching doesn't seem so appealing to me right now. All I want to do is lie on my back and rest, until everything is okay. Something awaits me in the future, and I have to be prepared. For now, I'll think what I can do to kill time, to temporarily forget the past and live happily in the present. Mom, Dave and Troy could help me. They would make my life easier. If it weren't for them, I would have been scrawny and ugly by now.

My phone makes a sound and the screen flashes bright, telling me I have received a message and I never hesitate to snatch it quickly and open up the message, and surprisingly, it's from Troy. After we our date, he drove me back home and got my number, told me he'd text me as soon as possible, but I never received one, until now. Opening up the message, even I can tell that he was nervous when he was typing the message. He has written a lot. If he were to say this in person, he would be rambling by now. I chuckle, thinking that it's cute of him to send a me a long message. It reads:

I spent a lot of time constructing this message. I kept deleting every word I typed since last night. My sister told me to man up and just text you and nothing bad would happen. It's not like I'm thinking something bad would happen when I text you. It's just that I was afraid that you wouldn't text me back, or I was thinking that I was pushing myself on you too much. Which I don't by the way. I just met you last night, and it feels like I've known you for some quite time now. I had a lot of fun when I was with you last night and I wish that there would be a next time. To be honest, last night, I was thinking of asking you again on a another date, but I got afraid. I still am. God, it's my first time doing this kind of stuff. I wish you'd spare me the jokes when we meet again. If we meet again. You still have a lot to learn about me and vice versa. Thank you for making me happy last night. I really enjoyed it. I really enjoyed our date.

Oh, I forgot that we're attending same school. Hahahaha. I feel so weird and awkward. So see you at school and I hope we have the same classsssses. Thank you again, Lars!