Mating Difficulties (Slow Updates)

2 - just great

When the school bell rang, signaling the end to my school day, I sprinted to the car park and into my matte black corvette stingray. As I sped my way home, I blasted Heathens by Twenty One Pilots with the windows open. The wildly vicious wind fought with my curls and I relaxed as the fresh air felt calming against my skin. When I pulled up to my house, I stayed in the car for a tad longer to think about my morning encounter. The sensations I felt that made my sacred regions grow warm. The intoxicating scent that was omitted from his tall and bulky structure. The way that he unmistakably uttered the word 'mate' as if he were in a trance that made his mouth move without thinking.

She didn't want to think about him. She didn't want to get caught up in her simple feelings and emotions. What's done is done. She ran and would always run.

What would I do with a ...mate. Accept him as my dominant? Behave and answer to his ever beck and call?
NEVER

She got out of the car while slightly slamming the car door in her efforts to shut it. She went in her house.
In her room.
In her closet, and looked at herself.

Her eyes wandered up and down the length of her body just as the mystery boy had down.

She started at her small feet which she adored because they were little and cute.
She then looked up to her legs and thighs which seemed to grow seductively wilder the higher up she looked. Her tiny waist molded her into the hourglass type figure that every girl could want and her breast and arms were relatively proportionate. For the most part her figure was fit and slim yet curvy. Her hair was let loose and splayed around the form of her relatively fair toned face in deep purple and violet ringlets.

With a huff she undressed herself and went to take a shower in hopes of clearing her head. Looking in the mirror she felt the mood for a hair color change and went with a pinkish color. Quickly, she went into her little stash of hair products and looked into the mirror with a grin. This made her happy.

When she came out of the bathroom from her shower and hair activities, she of course felt more refreshed but her troubling/stressful thoughts still lingered in the back of her head. Laying down on her bed, she dosed off into the next morning with the sun peeking through her curtains to touch her face.

I feel a bit better this morning but felt in the mood to just lay low today. Going into my closet, I pulled out a black long sleeve and some baggy jean joggers. Heading to my mirror dresser, I pulled my curly hair into a low bun puff type thing. I then grabbed my gold watch, placing it on my wrist and put on my brown timbs. Grabbing my school bag, I headed out the door, locking it behind me.

I was going back to that place again. That school where he would be.
************ later in the day *************
It was jus a few more minutes until last bell. I decided to spend my study hall time in the library of the school. It was one of the actual perks of the school. It was really big and roomy, which I amused by considering the smaller designated classrooms in the rest of the building. The school itself wasn't small and crowded. It was just the fact that they had such a huge spacious place to keep a library that made me sort of .... shocked.

But anyway, I had my headphones in listening to music on my playlist. Sitting crisscross applesauce, my back was leaned against one of the bookshelves for support. I was reading my favorite book, The Giver by- My train of thought paused as a familiar scent found its way into my nostrils.

I closed my eyes and inhaled it. When I opened my eyes I saw him standing in front of me and slowly got up to walk away. As I did so, I heard a quiet 'wait' but kept on going until I felt a warm tingling sensation on my arms. When I looked at it, I saw his hand and looked up his frame to his face. Once again it was like we were in a trance. None of us dared break the eye contact.
But then after a while he seemed to have mustered up the courage to break out of the trance to tell me something.
"You uh.. you..." He started.
I looked at him, confusion slowly plastering on my face as I encouraged him to continue.
He looked down completely away from my gaze and quietly said "I think you're bleeding.."
Shit.

I immediately panicked a little but then just as quickly as the fear came, I replaced it with a poker face. I looked to see if I could cover it with a bag or something, but internally sulked when I realized that I decided to stick with a big pocket book instead of a bookbag.

"Shit" I said again but this time aloud.
I totally forgot that mystery guy was still here until he spoke again and for the fact that his wonderful scent still lingered in the area. But never mind that.

" I only know because I smelt you. I only saw because you just stood up... Here, you can use this to cover if you want" he said while scratching the nape of his neck and handing me his plaid blue outer shirt with an outstretched hand.

He still had a plain white shirt underneath which I was thankful for because it hugged him in all the right- wait. No .

"I um... Thanks uh , I gotta go." I said as I quickly wrapped the peace of cloth around my waist as if I planned to wear it and internally thanked God and mystery boy for the fact that the color somewhat went with my current outfit.

The bell rang a few seconds after I made a B-line for the exit with a quick last glance at the boy. 'I have to remember to get his name maybe' I thought as referring to him as "mystery boy" could be quite annoying. That was the least of my worries anyway though.

Author's Note
Lol I realize that I am very lazy to type this. I tried to make it as long as possible. But as featured in the beginning Heathens by 21 pilots is my favorite song 😍 after watching suicide squad.... But yea I'm trying with this story being that it is my first one everrrr on here and it's not really edited 😭😊
Laters :)