Secrets

Chapter 6

I walked along the edge of the woods, looking for an escape. I needed clothes and I needed them now. Walking the streets nude isn’t something I enjoy doing! Stupid boy making me rip my last outfit...

Only after I had walked around the edge of the woods at least ten times would I have the bright idea to go to the poorer side of town and steal some clothes off a clothing line.

So, the clothes weren’t a perfect fit, but they were good enough for me. I was wearing an oversized tee, and unruly jeans. I had shredded my shoes, and lost my iPod in the process. Thankfully, I still had my phone, the only survivor of my earlier encounter. I harnessed my anger and went home.

Sneaking into the house, I made a run for my room, hoping not to be seen by anyone. Once in my room, I quickly locked the door. Jumping ten feet in the air at the sudden sound of my phone, I reached in my back pocket, and looked at the screen. It was from an unknown number.

To: Ace

From: Unknown

I need to talk to you, meet me at Scarlet’s Bistro on fifth.

I debated on whether to reply or not. The message was very cryptic and honestly could be from anyone to anyone. Rolling my eyes, I threw my phone on my couch and went to my closet, changing into skinny jeans, a loose fitting shirt my knee-high boots. Grabbing my phone, keys, and jacket, I left the house.

As I drove the short distance to the small bistro, I jammed out to music while I contemplated who could have texted me. It’s not like I go around giving my number out to random guys I meet. Maybe it was just a wrong number? Well I can always hope but for some reason I didn’t think that was the case.

My curiosity still peaked; I pulled into a parking place in front of a small shop-like window with the words Scarlet’s Bistro written in cursive script on a sign that headed the door next to the red sunshades that sheltered the window seats slightly from the glaring sun. Scanning my eyes around me, I noticed nothing out of the unusual and found myself surrounded by strangers. Shaking of my nerves, I walked in the door with my head held high making sure I radiated confidence though I felt anything but.

However when I stepped inside the cafe, my persona dropped as I stared in awe at the decor of the infamous bistro. Not like anything I had imagined, I found myself absorbing in my surroundings from the well-polished maple floor boards to the soft red cushions on the seats of the booths. It had that big city look to it, but homely enough that it didn’t appear as one of those ‘look but don’t touch and no mess allowed’ places.

As my eyes scanned around until they landed on one person in particular sitting on a booth by themselves, shoulders hunched and eyes downcast as they ran their hands repeatedly through their hair. Immediately, I knew it was no wrong number and this was the guy I was supposed to meet. Oh no, if he thinks I’m going to speak to him, he has something else coming.

Almost sensing me as I turned to leave, his head snapped up and I was trapped in his chocolate brown eyes. The desire to leave disappeared quickly and I found myself walking towards his table without my minds consent.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” he smirked cockily. “Or should I say wolf? It would be more appropriate after all. You keep surprising me Ace, I didn’t actually expect you to come.”

“I should have known it was going to be you,” I mumbled more to myself than him and sighed heavily as my heart continued to beat wildly. Honestly, I didn’t know why he was bringing this reaction out of me or my wolf but never the less I crossed my arms across my chest in defense mode. “How’d you get my number?”

“Have a seat,” he motioned to the seat across from himself.

“Not until you tell me how you got my number,” I demanded.