Just One Bite

Chapter 13: Jack's POV

Please, please, please... I silently pray to myself. I barely notice the dirty looks as I barge through the small crowds of students; I was in the reception and out of sight before anyone realised who marched into them.

"Jack!" Elinor snaps when I knock her shoulder, "Watch where you're going!"

"Oh, bugger off," I grumble back before turning a sharp left. But I groan when I hear her footsteps hurry after me.

"Hey, have you seen Molly? Do you know where she is?"

"Nope," I reply, not breaking my stride, "She's probably sucking some loser off in the caretaker's cupboard."

"Hey!"

"I'm busy, Elinor, now piss off!"

I'm almost there.

Please, please, please... my mind is still racing. Please be Rebekah. Or Olivia. Or Louise. I'd be happy if Lauren was there. Or even Amy! Anyone. Please let there be someone to talk to. Just anyone...

I burst through the canteen's front doors.

... anyone but her.

I curse under my breath, immediately turn around and leave.

But I need to talk to someone...

With a load groan, I enter the canteen again.

But not her. Why does it have to be her?

I turn for the doors once more.

But she'll know the answers...

With another muttered cuss, I force myself to face the table. She's staring at me now like I had just walked in wearing a fairy costume.

I finally make the decision and reluctantly sit down.

"Finally made up you're mind?" Em asks with that stupid sarcastic look on her face.

"Shut up," I mutter. "I need to ask you something."

"No."

I stare at her. "I haven't even asked you the question yet!"

"If it's about shaving your back again, it's no," she says firmly, "I already told you; I refuse to come within two feet of your abnormally hairy arse."

My jaw falls open. "What the fuck?"

"Louise is doing beauty therapy in college; I don't understand why you don't just ask her to wax it for you-"

"Okay! Shut up! I get the point!" I snap. Then I pull a face. "As if I would let you come near my ass with a razor anyway!"

She rolls her eyes in response but I catch the slight upward curl on her lips. "Then what do you want, Jack?" She asks impatiently as she continues to scribble down notes in this massive ring binder she has sprawled all over the table, "And be quick, I have a test in less than an hour."

"I have a question about Werewolves."

Her movements freeze for a second. I watch her dark eyes slowly move up to my face until our gazes are locked and its impossible to look away. I'm too scared to move. Because that's the kind of affect she has on people and I hate it.

"Werewolves?" She repeats, sounding surprised. She straightens up in her seat with a look of general fascination. "Since when have you been interested in the Supernatural?"

"Since the Rogue attack."

An eyebrow raises to her forehead. "Okay," she finally responds, "What about Werewolves?"