His Wolf Girl

Chapter Two

                             
   ~Meeting her officially~

Chapter 2

“Dude it was amazing!” I rolled my eyes while turning the corner of the street. I took a glance at the rearview mirror to see if Liam was still asleep.  To my relief, his head was slanted over the car seat with his eyes gently closed and his mouth agape, still holding tightly onto his bear and sippy-cup. The thick blanket that I had wrapped over him was almost slipping off-but was not completely off him yet. I was cautious and alert whenever Nigel’s voice got an octave higher than a ‘normal inside’ level of volume, afraid that if it got to high, Liam would wake up.

“She was all like ‘yeah baby right there’ and I'm like dicking out on the girl-” I groaned lowly while I tuned him out. Nigel was just telling me one of his ‘quick bangs’ stories, in which I never listen to because I highly believe that they are nothing but lies.

Not because he is incapable of having sex, but because they were too dramatized. For an example, he told one time that he lost his virginity at a circus, in the lion’s den, with a circus trapeze woman named Veronica. There were a couple reasons why I did not believe him. As you can imagine-

1. There were not any circuses around the time he said he lost his virginity.

2. You just do not have sex in a lion’s den.

3. No one in their right mind would fuck a twelve year old boy.

“So why did you leave?” I turned on the next street, sighing in boredom.

“I ran into a problem”, more like he ran into me, “So I had to leave and take care of it.” Nigel nodded his head while drumming his fingers on the windowsill, humming to the music that was playing softly in the background. I was glad that he decided to leave it alone this time, because I really didn’t like to talk about my problems with anyone, not even him, my best friend. My problems shouldn’t be a worry to other people, especially when I am capable of fixing them myself.

“Did you hear about what Nightingale Winston did to Mrs. Conway?” I tensed the second I heard her name.

Nightingale…

Ever since we made eye contact early this morning, all I could think about was her. I wasn’t so sure why my mind seemed to wrap its way back to her.

I wasn’t so sure why I liked it either...

Her smooth light brown skin and big brown eyes seems to capture me every time I think of her. She was a natural beauty, very tomboyish, but still feminine, and carried herself with ease and a kind of grace that you do not normally find in most girls.

“No I didn’t, why?” I lied, as I came to a slight stop at the red light.

“She cursed her out and told her that she could suck her di-” I slapped my hand across his mouth, wincing at how loud he was being. His eyes widen, as I glared at him.

“Do not wake him up “he nodded his head vigorously as I narrowed my eyes tightly. My jaw clicked and my grip around the steering wheel tightened.

Breathe in…breathe out...breathe in...breathe out...

Once my hand fell from his mouth, he began to apologize, “ I’m sorry M.J I forgot Li’ was back there. Won’t happen again I promise.” I nodded, silently trying to relax my nerves. I have always had slight problems with my anger, and I’ve learned how to control them over the years. That’s one of the main reasons why I don’t fight back whenever it’s ‘fuck up M.J’s mood’. When I was a kid, I used to get angry over the littlest things, and I would throw tantrums that could last almost up to two hours. Eight years of extensive therapy, my anger settled and I haven’t had any tantrums in six years.