Dusk and Dawn

5 : Favors

"So what did you want to explain?" I ask Noel as soon as we get out of the car. I'm still not convinced I'm his mate, as flattering (?) as it is, I don't think I am and even if I were , this 'mate' thing isn't for me. I like my freedom.

"Well," we find a nice bench that provides us with shade thanks to the tree hovering over it, "I wanted to ask why you hate werewolves."

"Easy ; when werewolves started enrolling in our school I was freaked out , I tried to be friendly but all they ever did was growl at me," I explain, "one time I was a bar, and a group of werewolves tried to mug me , I resisted and they beat the shit out of me. After that I don't think they're capable of communicating with humans , they're just overrated and books and movies just give people the wrong idea of what they are."

He looks like he's about to cry, woah I didn't know it would hurt him that bad, I didn't call him incapable of communication or anything.

"They hurt you?" he looks at me with puppy eyes and I groan,

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" he asks confused and still sad about me having been hurt,

"Act like I'm your mate and even a scartch on me will make you cry or some shit."

"How many times do I have to tell you," he looks tired, "you are my mate."

"How do I know?"

"Why would I lie about it? It's the most sacred thing among werewolves , it's against our law to joke about it and tell someone they're our mate if they're not."

"I see..." I nod , still not entirely convinced.

"I'm sorry about what you went through, " he says calmly, "but I want to ask for a favor"

"What is it?" I ask hesitantly ,

"Go on a date with me," he dares to say, "just one and if you hate me afterwards..." he takes a deep breath and in a muffled voice says , "I'll leave you alone."

"A date?" I ask like it's the most outrageous thing to ask me.

"Yes..." It sounds more like a question, "let's just spend some time here and you can answer me when i drive you back home."

"Sounds fair."

He nods cheerfully and I reach in the bad I brought with me to get my packet of cigarettes. I take one out and place it between my lips. Noel growls.

Oh hell to the no.

"What?" I ask annoyed,

"Smoking is bad for you, it'll get you killed."

"That was like a 5-year-old telling me to stop smoking." I chukle and light my cigarette,

"Please don't smoke..." He pleads,

"Why would I listen to you?" I raise and eyebrow, "I don't hate you but that doesn't mean we're friends."

He doesn't say anything, he just stares at me in disapproval. I take a long puff and let the smoke come out of my mouth , forming a cloud. Pretty.

I glance at him, and he's shamelessly staring at me. His eyes are a light, almost minty shade of green , lighter than yesterday since he's wearing a white shirt. It suits his toned body. His brown hair is disheveled as if someone just messed with it, but surprisingly it doesn't look weird or annoying.

"Are you checking me out Ione?" he smirks,

"Of course not", I lie

He chuckles, "so tell me about you."