Cat Lover But a Wolf Lover Too. (werewolf lovestory) [Under Construction!!!]

Well this is uncomfortable. Chapter 18

recap:

   So instead of it being a lost hobo or a murder it was the last person on earth that I would expect to be at my back door step, it was Matt. And he looked soaked and pissed.

Chapter 18:

    "uh...." I was so stunned to even speak. I just stared at his face. I couldn't believe who was standing in front of me.

    "Hey, I'm soaking wet, can I come inside?" He asked me that with such a harsh tone I was taken back. Is this the same person?

    "Uh, sure." He mumbled a thanks and walked in. He walked past me and I was just staring at him.

 Matts in my house again. Matt, the guy I haven't seen for almost two years and now he just shows up.  I don't know what to do.  Do I start a conversation with him? Should I ask him about the weather? Or maybe offer him a seat? I don't know what to do, I haven't had to be a host for anybody, especially a hot guy, in a long time I have kind of forgotten what I supposed to do!? The only other person that I talk to, that's not a cat,  is Herbert. But he's my mail man so I cant really call me talking to him a social interaction. But besides that, I'm having an internal battle going on inside my head of what to do. They don't really teach you this kind of stuff in school. Actually I wouldn't really know if they taught this kind of stuff in the fact that I haven't gone to public school in a while. I took a quick glace at him then I suddenly realized that he was soaking wet and getting water all over my floor. Wait he's soaking wet, what if he gets sick because of that? What if he gets hypothermia. What if he dies because he gets sick and hypothermia!? Okay I'm over reacting. I just need to calm down. I should offer to get him a towel.

    "so, um, would you like a towel?" My hands are sweating I'm so nervous. This is why I just stick talking to my cat. 

    "Yes I would."  He didn't even turn around to answer me.

 Why wont he look at me!? There is something off about him. Something's different about the ways he's holding himself. He doesn't have that same calm and relaxing feeling of leadership that I felt the last time we meet. No, this time he seems like he's irritated and always on edge. Like a caged animal waiting to make a run for it. Even so I can still see the sweet boy that I found on my porch two years ago but he's just hidden under that mask of a caged beast. I wonder what happened? I guess we both went through some hardships since we last saw each other. So instead of thinking about his weird behavior anymore I just headed upstairs to get him a towel. I rushed into the bathroom and grabbed the first towel I saw and rushed back down stairs to see that he hasn't moved an inch. Which I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

    "Here is a towel for you."  I held my arm out with a green towel in my hand.

    "Thanks." He finally turned around but still didn't look at my face.

 Okay why aren't you looking at me! I wanted to  grab his face and make him look at me and yell at him so badly but I knew I wouldn't. I don't know why its bugging me so much that's he's not looking at me. It might be because I want him to recognize me and this awkwardness will go away. Then we will be almost like how we were when we first met. Even though when we did first meet it was awkward and weird but it wasn't like this.  No, this awkwardness is filling the room and is making me feel super uncomfortable, this feeling is suffocating me. I want this. no, I need this unconformable atmosphere to go away.

    "So Matt, how hav...." I didn't even get to finish my sentence before he whipped around and stared at me with deadly eyes. Oh no what did I do now?

    "How do you know my name!?" He started to walk closer to me. He was still drenched in water and he was gripping the towel with unusually intense rage. Why is he so mad. Does he not remember me?

    "I..um..you...uh." I couldn't form a single word. I could take his closeness. I was terrifying, I am unable to think straight. What do I do? He just kept getting closer and closer and I soon ran out of air space. My back hit the wall and I felt the feeling of be helpless in the pit of my stomach. No, not again! I cant have the feeling of being helpless, it just reminds me of all those terrible things that I have worked so hard to burry deep down inside.

    "Now I will ask you again, How do you know my name?" He slammed his hand into the wall and I swore I heard the wall crack. His hand was so close to my head, I though he was about to hit me. So I guess I was right, he truly has forgotten me.

There was a sudden drop in my stomach. He's forgotten me. I don't know how he could forget me. I haven't changed that much. My hair is a bit different, as is my face. Also I haven't grown that much. How could he forget me. Well I cant really blame him. We didn't really know each other for that long. But still, I can remember the color of his hair and the way it shines after he has ran his fingers through it. The way his eyes had a light sparkle when he would see that I have food that I made for him. For one major thing I helped him with his injuries. Now that should be a big reason not to just forget someone. Sure it was a short time that we spent together but still he should at least recognize my face.

    "Its mm..e, ttt..yl.er" I tried to answer him but I couldnt my teeth were chattering so baldly. I was so scared of him. He looks like hes about to kill me. What did I even due? Sure I know his name and sure he's forgotten me but, does that give him the right to be so mad at me. He was too close. I dont do well when people get this close to me. I was looking at his face and his face seemed to bo one that resembled stone but his eyes, the beautiful ones that I remember had turned black and that alone made me want to crawl under a giant bolder so no body, especial him, could ever find me.