Chapter 3

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While we were in the car all I could think about was Ian. Those beautiful eyes. I shook my head and closed my eyes. I fell asleep in the car and dreamed about seeing him again.

A few days had passed and I released the wolf last night since it seemed to be a lot better. I sat in my class bored from listening to the teacher when there was a knock on the door.

“Oh. Come in,” the teacher waved to the door.

A girl with reddish hair and blue eyes walked in. She looked annoyed to be there but like she had no choice. She had tight jeans on along with a tight halter top shirt. She looked over at me and her eyes were glued. In the “I don’t like you bitch” way. The teacher gave her an empty spot in the middle. Some of the boys gawked at her as if she was an angel or something. The teacher cleared her throat and everyone turned back to the board. The girl was introduced as Rose Diaz. She was half Cuban and moved from D.C.

As I closed my locker from collecting the last of my books Zena stood there with a smile on her face.

“What?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

“Some really hot guy asked for you. He had dark brown hair and pretty green eyes.”

“That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking,” she said with a serious face.

I rushed off away from her and to my next class hoping I wouldn’t run into Ian on my way. ‘What the hell is he doing here?’ I asked myself. I shook head and sat in my seat by the window. Class was about to start when Ian walked it. My eyes traced his body and the songs we danced to start playing in my head. I shook my head and put it down on the desk. I felt someone tap my shoulder.

‘Don’t be Ian. Don’t be Ian. Don’t be Ian. Don’t be Ian. Please don’t be Ian,’ I asked as I looked up and just the person I DIDN’T want to see.

Ian.

He quickly kissed me and held my cheek. The kiss was as hot as our first. He licked my bottom lip and I happily let him in as he pulled me out of my seat he started lifting my leg as I wrapped my arms around him when a throat cleared loudly. I pulled away and put my leg down remembering we were in school and in class at that. I looked around and the entire class was staring at us in shock. Our teacher shook her head and my cheeks heated up.

“Mr. Price. Please go to the other side of the room and Ms. Peirce, please sit down,” our teacher said as she made her way back to the front.

Ian softly touched my cheek. He whispered in my ear before doing what the teacher asked. “I’ll wait for you after class.” He kissed me one more time before making his way to his seat as the whole class still stared back and forth at each of us.

At the end of class Ian rushed over to me. He picked up my bag and pulled me out with him.

“Wait! Where are we going?”

“Away from here. It’s time for lunch. I’m taking you out for lunch,” he answered as we got to his black Mercedes.

“What do you mean first date?”

“We’ve already had 2make out sessions,” he stated as he opened the passenger door.

“Just because I’ve made out with you doesn’t mean a damn thing.”

“Oh, but it means so much. Come on. I promise not to do anything you don’t want me to.”

I hesitated before getting into the car because I felt as if I could trust him. I got into the car and he closed the door and got in on the driver’s side. He smiled at me before pulling off.

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