I'm Mated to a Stalker?

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

***Zavier's POV***

I groaned as I stretched my limbs, smiling at the amazing dreams I had had. I had spent the entire night encased in dreams of Nikki and I running through the woods, both in wolf form. I was still unsure as to her coloring of her wolf, but in my dream she was a beatiful light colored wolf, with no real color. More like a mix of blonde, gold, white, silver, and others. I found it strange that I recognized her without actually having seen her coloration, but it made sense that it would be her at the same time. What other female would I be dreaming of besides my mate? Plus, as in all psycological versions of mates, there was a thin gold cord that connect the two hearts and the two minds of the wolves.

I glanced at my alarm clock and jumped out of bed at the time. If I wanted to get there early, I needed to be leaving. I threw on a pair of old jeans with rips in the knees and a random t-shirt that I found in my closet before dumping my dirty boxers in my hamper and taking off down the stairs. I saw Jacob sitting at the table with at least eighty peices of toast in front of him. I laughed at the growing werewolf before stealing a slice and heading out to my car. I shot him a smirk as he yelled profanities at me. He stuck his tongue and I waved at the door before running out to my truck and heading to school. Of course I was being a bit stalkerish, but I wanted to see Nikki before class.

***Nikki's POV***

I felt a strange growl in my throat as my alarm clock woke me up. I was having a perfect dream. I was walking through the woods when a black wolf came out and walked with me. We walked for ages, going nowhere and everywhere at the same time. In the end, we ended up in a meadow and my wolf started to change to a human being. Right before his head changed, the damn alarm clock woke me up! I climbed out of my bed and threw on my grey, studded, camo skinny jeans and a hot pink, sweater-type, thin shirt before throwing on my studded sneakers. I loved these things. After throwing on that, I walked over to my mirror and wiped off last night's make-up before applying new make-up and running a brush through my hair. I swept it up into a relatively low ponytail before clipping it up to keep it off my neck. I brushed my teeth real quick befre taking off down the stairs. I know that he is going to look at me like a total idiot, but I need to confront Zavier about the wolf I saw.

I jumped out of the car and school and almost bumped into a group of people in my haste to get to my locker. I needed to put some things away before I tried to talk to him. Plus my backpack was heavier than a pregnant chick! I threw everything in before turning around. I almost screamed as I ran into a hard chest. I glanced up and saw the exact devil I was looking for. I glanced around us to make sure no one was listening before whispering to him, "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute? In private?"

He smiled at me and nodded before heading off down the hallway. I stumbled along behind him, surprised at his long stride. He brought me out to his truck before pulling open the tailgate and giving me a hand to help me up into it. I knew he was just being a gentleman so I gratefully took the hand and climbed up, sitting on one of the humps over the wheel. He sat down on the ground next to me and I sighed before sliding down to the floor of the bed as well. I couldn't think of a single way to qord the question without seeming like some sort of freak. I mumbled to myself as I thought until I felt Zavier's hand grip mine.

"It's alright. Whatever you need to ask me, I will answer truthfully."

I groaned and just outright asked him, "Are you a werewolf?!"

I groaned and face palmed at the stupid way I blurted that out. Of course he wasn't one, I was just being stupid and idiotic and a paranormal geek. I glanced through my fingers when I didn't hear Zavier laughing at me. I mean, c'mon, anyone else would have taken that chance to laugh at me! I looked into his eyes that were locked to the floor and saw that he seemed to be thinking very hard about how to answer. I gained a little more hope that he wasn't going to laugh in my face and took my hands away from my eyes, patiently waiting until he was ready. Ready for what? I don't know.