Run Free And Wild (watty awards2016) - Completed

Chapter 7

Pic on side is Samantha, Jack's mate. 

Bit of Wolfgang's POV later on. 

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Ever get that feeling like you’re being watched and when you turned around there’s nothing there? Well, that’s how I felt on the walk to school the next morning, and I did just that, I turned, yet there was nothing there. I turned my music up louder, hoping that it might eradicate the feeling. Sadly, no. I quickly scampered up the steps to the school and opened the doors, getting lost in the sea of students. That made the feeling of being watched go away!
As I made my way to my first period class I felt an arm snake around my waist, sparks erupting throughout my body.
“Good morning, my love, how are you today?” Wolfgang’s deep voice penetrated the loud corridor din.
“M-morning,” I stuttered nervously. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this sex god being my boyfriend!!
“So how are you, sweetheart?” he asked, pulling me closer to him.
“Fine, yourself?” I answered.
“Great.”
We continued to class; I had chemistry, Wolfgang had music. Just as I pushed on the classroom door Wolfgang spun me to face him and, bending down to my height, slanted his lips over mine. He pulled away after a moment, a grin on his face before turning and proudly sauntering off to class. I stood there dumbfounded, staring after him, my face crimson.
“Come on, Miss Edrick, the class is about to start,” I heard my teacher Dr Robertson shout. I shook myself from my daze and hurried to my chair. 

I hurried to my next class, practically running down the corridors. I pushed open the door to art and nervously walked into the room.
“Sorry I’m late, Miss,” I panted. I looked around the empty classroom.
“You’re early, Aleks, it would seem everyone is preoccupied elsewhere,” my teacher replied. “Just sit down and take out you sketches, we’re going to be sculpting today. Since you’re the first here go get a lump of clay and some tools.” I nodded and walked out of the room.
“Oh and Aleks, take an extra-large amount of clay; show the rest of the class what happens when you’re late,” she smiled. I nodded and walked to the art staff base. I opened the door and took a large chunk of clay out of the bag, grabbed some tools and made my way back to class. I sat down in my chair and began sculpting my creation. After ten minutes the rest of my class walked in.
“And where have you lot been?!” Miss Abrams shouted. A chorus of ‘sorry Miss’ erupted as the students walked in sheepishly. I noticed that Wolfgang wasn’t with them and deduced that he must be elsewhere. I put my head back down; concentrating on my sculpture. After another fifteen minutes Wolfgang strolled into the classroom, his knuckles bloody.
“What happened this time, Brukan?” my teacher sighed.
“Nothing much, some kid needed to be put in his place,” Wolfgang shrugged. The teacher sighed again before directing him to his seat and telling him to get on with the task at hand. He sat down next to me and began creating his masterpiece.
“Hey, Aleks.”
“Hey,” I replied, glancing up at him quickly. “What happened to your hand?” I asked.
“A fight, nothing interesting,” he answered. I nodded.
“Rest of the class found it interesting though,” I mumbled.
“Yeah, no idea why though, I just punched a kid in the face, broke his nose, kicked him in the stomach and knocked him out. Nothing special.” I stared at him.
“You knocked someone out?! Why?”
“I have my reasons,” he replied. I raised an eyebrow at him. He sighed. “It was because he insulted my woman.”
“Your woman?” I repeated equivocally.
“Yes, you are my woman, Aleks,” Wolfgang said, flashing me his perfect smile. I shook my head and turned back to my clay.
“Right class pack up, you can finish your work off tomorrow,” Miss Abrams shouted over the chatter. The scraping of chairs followed as everyone began to pack up. When the bell went I made my way to my usual spot in the library, to sit by myself as usual.