The Girl Behind The Mask

Chapter 8.

My glare hardened at the person that just entered the cafe I was currently in. His gaze fell on me. He stared at me blankly, but I didn't fail to notice the faint smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Diverting my eyes, I turned to leave. But I felt a tug on my wrist. And that, sent sparks up my arms but as soon as my arm was set free the sparks disappeared.

I rejected him, how was I feeling the sparks?

I turned to look at him and just as I thought, he had a smile on those.. full lips of his. He must have felt the shocks too.

"Are you following me?" I asked trying to ignore the 'sparks'. but if course he wouldn't answer me.

"Now tell me you didn't feel that?" He asked instead, rhetorically, but I decided to answer anyway.

"Okay, I didn't feel that." I denied however a part of me did want to say I felt that and to bring him closer, but I knew well not to.

"You did. Why do you keep denying me? Why don't you want me?" He pressed for the answer, for my reason for rejecting him.

"I-I don't wanna talk about it and I sure as hell don't want to talk about it with you." I said and with a whip of my hair I turned and walked out of the shop. I sped up my walk and hurried down the street.

"Well you have to." He ordered. He grabbed onto my wrist once again gently but firmly and pulled me to the side, down an alley.

It was dark and scary. Cracks up the building with green moss growing through them. The smell of the trash cans entered my nose and as a werewolf with powered senses I choked and gaged on the smell. The sound of scratches were heard and looking past Sean I saw a rat ran past and hide behind one of the trash can. Just knowing there was a rat somewhere here sent shivers up my spine like someone just walked through my grave.

"Well this isn't creepy at all." I muttered sarcastically whilst rubbing my palms on my arms, trying to warm myself up.

"I want a reason." He demanded. And my dumb facade turned on.

"A reason for what?" I smiled and feigned politeness.

"The reason why you're rejecting me." He explained, ignoring my act.

"You want to know why?" I asked mysteriously.

"Well yeah." He seemed pretty hopeful that I'd tell him the answer.

I knew what I wanted to say, but the words were stuck in throat. My throat twisted with pain when I thought of the hurt that would flash in his eyes. But I had to look past that. So with a force, I said them.

"Because I hate you. How's that for a reason?" I said adding distaste to my voice.

And just as I had expected. Pain and agony were clear in those hazel eyes of his.

He stood frozen in place. Not moving a muscle. His whole body tense. I took that as an opportunity to leave. Making my way around him I walked away with my head held high. I had to show I meant it. No regrets.

I couldn't look back, I wouldn't.

***

Some time later, after searching and searching for a dresses, after visiting one store to another asking for a job, I arrived at a boutique. Through the store window I saw the most beautiful party yet elegant dress, dressed on a manikin.

There was a piece of paper stuck on the window from the inside. 'Help wanted, asap!' Hmm. Maybe I could try asking here and take a look at the dress too.