Running With Wolves

Cinderella

I walk around the school halls trying to get to class with Mason as soon as possible. I freeze. Wait what? Since when was a suck a lovesick puppy? It seems ever since that day at the clinic I have this growing urge to be with him, or at leas near him. It was something that, in reality, freaked me out a bit, but there were moments that it would consume me. Times like those I just had to brush it off, and try to ignore it.

Sitting in my AP world class, I braced myself for what might come. I its been a couple weeks since the nurse incident and Mason and I have been talking and walking to class together pretty much everyday. We sometimes go to the library together too, but I think he knows that's my one special place to be with my thoughts, and I respect that he gives me my privacy. The same can't be said for Mrs. Andrews though, she can't stop talking about him, and his beautiful eyes. It doesn't help that homecoming is next week either, so she's really pushing for me to go this year. It seems fun, and the thought of going to a dance with Mason gives me butterflies in my stomach, but I could never do it. Besides he can get any girl he wants, so why pick me?

The class begins and neither Mason, nor Aiden have walked in. I get a little anxious thinking that something bad might of happened. I mean they look like the kids that get into trouble right? Ugh, I'm just over exaggerating.

I let my head fall in disappointment and focus on taking notes. Why should I even care if he's here? I can feel my pulse quickening. I try with all my might to push these thoughts to the back of my mind, and eventually I do, but not without a lot of effort.

The day drags on slowly and painfully, and with no Mason. I get to biology dreading the fact that I'd have to endure Jessica's torment now that he wasn't here to scare her off.

The class drags on at a painfully slow pace. I didn't really know why I was still here. I wasnt paying attention, and I wasn't in a good mood. Then, right at the last 20 minutes of class, storms in Mason looking extremely mad. He quickly sits down next to me and grabs my hand and held on to it like his life depended on it.

By this point, the entire class was staring at us and I could sense the mental daggers Jessica was throwing at me. I could feel my face turning bright red and in a panic, I tried to pull my had away, which only ended with his holding tighter and growling at me. Yes I said growling! Like a freaking bear! I would have yelled at him, but I didn't need any more attention.

So there we sat for 20 minutes, both of us holding hands while the class would occasionally look back in absolute shock that the hot guy is with the girl they didn't even know was in the class until now. I bet they thought that we were dating, which is totally not true!
But God how I wish it was
No, stop Esme, you stop right there!

The bell finally rang and the class began filling out in a rush. I stayed, trapped by Manson's hand wondering if he would ever let go, and not really wanting him to.

His eyes still seemed focused and angry. He looked like he was thinking 1000 things at once and it was starting to overwhelm him.

"What's wrong?" I couldn't help but ask

"It's nothing, people are just coming into our home when they are supposed to be there." I had a feeling his words held a double meaning.

"Did you get broken into? Are you okay?"

"Not really broken into, they just aren't supposed to be here."

"Do you know who they are? Maybe you can talk to them?"

"That's the issue, we have no clue who they are or what they want. They know better than to be here, but we can't catch them. And trust me, these are not people you can talk to."