The Transfer Student

The Transfer Student: Chapter Eighteen

"What the hell...? Why are we here?" I demanded as we pulled into a fancy hotel in the New Orleans French Quarter.

The guy rolled his eyes, "do you ever shut up? It has been question after question ever since we left your house, you'd think you'd have given up by now."

"I have a right to know!" I yelled. "And I am not moving until you tell me exactly what is going on and what the hell that wolf was doing in freaking Louisiana!" I slammed my fist into the dash, a hot flash of anger rolling down my back. Where was Adrian? Where were my parents? Who was this guy?

The guy held up a finger, "one, do not hit Timmy."

"Timmy?" I asked dryly.

The guy glared at me, "I named my car Timmy, arlight? Second, people are not who you think they are...the couple you have been living with for the past sixteen years are not your real parents, no matter how much they might love you. And that guy...."

"Adrian," I whispered.

He gave me a strange look, but continued, "he is not who he says he is."

"How so?" I pointed a finger at him, "and how can you say that?...I don't even know who you are!"

He nodded, "I know you don't, but you will soon." Looking up at me through his lashes he said, "you have to believe me now...that guy, Adrian, was waiting for the opportunity to get you away from your house so he could capture you...that's not all he was planning, but I don't want to scare you...you're hard enough to deal with already."

I ignored that last comment, "that doesn't make sense, Adrian had plenty of chances to kill me, or whatever. He never did."

The guy shrugged, "Timing is everything. Besides, I saw your face when he approached the tree in wolf-form...you recognized him didn't you?"

I swallowed hard, why was everything so complicated? Nothing made sense anymore, no rule of reality applied. I couldn't help it, I burst into tears.

The guy did not like this, in fact, he freaked.

"Oh, god, no don't cry...ah shit." He pulled a hankerchief out of his pocket and handed it to me like he was afraid I would bite, or start bawling and screaming.

He held up his hands, "are, are you going to be alright?"

"Hell no," I muttered.

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Ten minutes later we had our own suite, and the guy had ordered something for me from room service.

He still seemed unsure of how to react to my tears, so I flopped onto the bed I claimed as mine, wrapped my arms around a pillow and turned on Jersey Shore...a poor attempt to force some normalancy back into my life.

The doorbell rang, and the guy got up from where he had been going through his duffel bag to answer it.

Glancing over at the duffel bag I saw flashes of metal. Knives and guns galore...and I have to spend the night in the same room as this guy...great.

Walking back in, the guy cleared his throat. "I know you had feelings for the monster...I mean Adrian, so I uh, thought this would help."

In his hands he had Titanic, and a big box of chocolates. "Thanks," I mumbled.

"Now, don't go thinking I'll be nice to you, my job is just to get you back to your parents safe and sound."

"If so then why did you get them?" I asked, popping the DVD in.

His back to me, digging through his duffel bag again, he said, "I just don't like seeing girls cry."

Snorting, I stuffed a chocolate in my mouth and hugged my pillow. "Are you going to tell me your name?"

There was no answer so I said, "Scary-ass Bodyguard, then? That seems to suit you."

"Shane," he mumbled. "Not Scary-ass Bodyguard."