The Girl With Red Hair

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 

I woke up quietly in my soft bed. I strained my ears to make sure no one was awake or around. Once I knew I was safe I quickly exited my bed and looked into my mirror. What was I going to wear? What if this was a date? Oh god! It's a date! I just know it! I furrowed my eye brows and made my way to my wardrobe to look out some clothes. I am not wearing a dress or ANYTHING that shows off my chest too much. 

I eventualy found a pretty light blue top that floated behind me as I walked and I got out some navy blue skinny jeans. 

Satisfied with how I look, I brushed my hair and cleaned my teeth and silently made my way down the stairs. I was practically over-joyed once I knew Cory was still asleep. I picked up a medium sized white handbag and slipped on some red baseball boots after I pulled on some socks.

I closed the door carefully behind me and made my way to the local café. 

***

The doors opened with a little jingle and I looked around to see if Kyle was here yet. I am five minutes early, anyway so I don't expect him to be here yet. 

I took a booth near the back, next to a window, and absorbed all my surroundings. There were many shining wood tables with black and red sofa chairs. Menu's sat in the middle, next to a salt and pepper holder. The windows welcomed the sun, which sparkled off of every object. 

My head snapped to the chair in front of me and I relaxed as I realised it was Kyle. I smiled welcomly at him as we said our hello's.

"So, what excuse did you use?" Kyle asked curiously.

"None, he was still asleep." I laughed, along with Kyle.

My expression turned serious as I asked, "What did you mean yesterday? What do I not know?" I interrogated. He sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"It's not my place to say. You need to find out yourself." He said sadly. I furrowed my eyebrows as I became more confused.

"I don't understand. I-" He interrupted me with a raise of his hand.

"Can we forget about what I said? We are here to have fun." 

"Fine..." I said, rolling my eyes.

"What do you wanna know?" He asked. I thought for a moment. Then a question popped into my head. I brushed my hair out of my face and voiced my question.

"Does it hurt when you... you know...?" I asked, raising a brow. 

"You know, I would of thought you would of asked what we ate... anyway, no it doesn't hurt. Not as much as your first time. It gets better the more you shift." He answered.

"What do you eat anyway?" I asked, choosing his idea.

"Baby rabbits and other little animals." He answered simply.

"Baby bunnies!" I exclaimed in mock horror. We both shared laughs. By the time we stopped, the waitress came over to take our orders.

"Oh, ummm..." I said as I skim read the menu. "I'll have an iced coffee please." I said with a smile. I handed the menu to Kyle and he looked over the menu.

"I'll have a natural coffee please." He said simply, handing the waitress the menu. She scribbled the orders onto her mini notebook and turned away.

I looked at Kyle questioningly.

"Natural coffee? I never saw that on the menu." He smiled at me and tapped his nose. I shrugged my shoulders and leant back in my chair.

"I have an idea." Kyle said, leaning forward excitedly. "How about you tell me one thing no one else knows about you and vicé versé." He suggested.

"OK, you go first." I agreed.

"Nuh uh, you go first. I did ask after all." He said, shaking his finger. I rolled my eyes in defeat and thought of what I could tell him.

"Well, when I was little I was a little wild. I would run around the garden in my pants and vest on all fours. And sometimes I would sneak out at night and camp under the stars, occasionaly howling at the moon!" I said happily. He laughed so hard I thought he was crying. I laughed along with him. 

"That. is. HILARIOUS!" He said between laughs. Now I thought about it, it was pretty funny. 

"OK, your turn." I said. His laughter died down and he wiped the tears out of his eyes. He brought his hand to his chin as he thought of what to share.

"When I was a cub, I would ice skate. My mum would dress me up in these little leotards, and umm... let's just say, they were really tight." He said, blushing. I laughed hysterically at the thought of little Kyle wearing a skin tight leotard.

"Which reminds me, do you wanna go ice skating after?" He asked. I looked at him nervously.

"I can't skate. I never have." I said shyly. He grinning cheekily. "I can teach you." He said suggestively. I thought for a moment.

"OK, I suppose so." I said happily. The waitress turned up with our drinks and we murmured our thanks as we took a sip of our drinks.

"Mmmmm, liquid of the gods." I said, as I licked the froff off of my lips. Kyle smirked at me and said, "Wanna try some of mine?" I nodded my head, and scooted his mug towards me. The steam following behind it. I took a sip and looked at the drink in confusion. I couldn't taste anything. Kyle let out a low chuckle and I look at him.

"I can't taste anything." I said. 

"There is one thing about wolves that humans don't. Our senses are heightened, which means we can hear further away or smell something which is probably miles and miles away. Also, our taste buds are extremely strong so what may taste like nothing to you, taste like a drool worthy coffee." He informed me, amused at my reaction. I nodded my head and handed him back his drink.

We drank our drinks quickly and called the waitress over to pay. As I reached into my pocket to pull out my purse, Kyle put a firm hand on my wrist and looked me in the eyes.

"I'll pay." He said simply, handing the waitress a ten pound note. I smiled in appreciation. 

We left the café and made our way to the ice rink. He gently grabbed hold of my hand and swinged it as we walked. I pulled away slowly and continued walking. Kyle turned to me with confusion and a hint of hurt written on his face.

"Can't I hold your hand?" He questioned. I instantly felt guilty.

"No... at least I think not. We can be close friends but I don't know how I feel about you yet, sorry." I explained. He nodded his head, signalling he understood but I could still see the evidence of hurt on his face.