"I can't say I'm depressed because I'm not exactly sad but same goes for being happy.Like I can joke around,laugh,smile etc but sometimes I forget how to even feel."
-Me!
Rose's pov
"Alpha Jasper,we have a problem."Derek,my beta, links.
"What?" I growl.
"The pack doctor is saying that she's having a panic attack,whenever someone tries to get close, even close to the cell she starts screaming and bawling.She doesn't seem like your average rogue."Derek replies.
"I'm coming down." I muttered "damned rogues" under my breath as I started to walk towards the pack prison.
My wolf started to get excited about something that I couldn't point out.
Then it hits me,the sweetest and purist smell of vanilla, like natural vanilla.
I speed towards the direction of the scent...I knew exactly what that smell meant.
I barged into the cell and my head snapped towards a shaking figure.Her matted hair made into a nest as she looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes that showed...fear?
I took long steps towards her and pulled her flush against me.Nuzzling my nose into her neck,her scent calmed me.I couldn't believe after 3 years I had finally found my ma-
"Hey chica!"A annoyingly familiar voice caught me off guard while I was reading "Werewolves v.s Vampires."
This is why I love working in a book store for two reasons.
1.you can read all the books you want 2. No one bothers you...well most of the time.
I fell to the ground with a thud.Groaning I picked myself up to face a smirking Hugh.He had jet black hair,dark brown eyes,a well defined jaw line.He was muscular and had a height of 5'10 and an overall attractive appearance.
"Did you miss me chica?"He grinned widely and walked around the counter to me into a hug.
"Uggh! Get of me,you oaf!"I pushed him away.
"Hey that's no way to treat your favourite cousin." He pouted.Yeah sadly somehow I'm related to this chump.He doesn't even look remotely similar to me.
"Favorite? More like the only cousin.If I had a choice I would ship you off to Madagascar,where you belong, with your kind."
"You hear that clattering sound-"I cut him off.
"Yeah, yeah that's the sound of your heart breaking."I rolled my eyes at him.Why are boys so overdramatic?
"It's like you don't even care about my feelings." He frowned deeply.
"That's because I don't.So what brings you here?"I asked,cocking my head to a side.
"Oh you know just wanted to have coffee with you."He shrugged and pushed towards me a coffee cup.
I eyed the drink warily and gave it back to him.
"What?Don't you like vanilla latte?"
"Its not the drink I don't like, it's the one who's offering it."
"You know that was harsh even for you,babe.I'm starting get the feeling you don't trust me."He feigned a hurt expression.
"Well ding ding ding some one just won the lottery."I replied sarcastically.
"Tell me,have I ever broken your trust-"
"Yes.You spiked my drink last year for crying out loud!"I exclaimed,thank God that Victoria has gone to pick up her daughter from school otherwise she would've witness me yelling at a 'costumer'.
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The Real Me
Ficção Adolescente"you run away from you're shadow There's more than you can see you say floating away from the crowd to try to never be seen again what are you hiding from,love what is that scares you? is it the world behind y...
