The next day I was dreading going to class and seeing Jordan. He had messaged me a couple of times last night after our date asking if he had done something wrong and if I was okay. I couldn't bring myself to reply, because I didn't even know what to say. 'Oh, sorry Jordan I'm just totally head over heels for you even through we just met and and I can't control my emotions around you because you're just so yummy and perfect.' I obviously couldn't say that. I would sound completely insane, and he would probably be forced to take out a restraining order against me or something. I'll save myself the embarrassment.
I drop Tasia off with my mom today before class. I see that she can tell there's something wrong with me, but doesn't want to push it. I silently thank her.
The drive to class is long, and I know I can no longer avoid Jordan. I make my way into class, but take my time just hoping to keep from having to face him a little longer. My plan doesn't work though, because outside the doors to the lecture building I'm stopped by Jordan yelling my name.
"Wait up, please!" He shouts as he jogs toward me.
I keep my head down, holding myself by my own arms, hiding behind my hair. The space between us closes, and my breath sucks in as I feel the spark that comes after he places his hand on the side of my arm. Why does that keep happening? I look up at his towering figure, a questioning look on my face. I quickly wipe it away though, I'm making a big deal out of every little thing when I'm around him. He's going to think I'm a freak.
"Trisha, please, look at me. Look, I know exactly how you're feeling. That may sound weird, but I do because I feel it too. I know I don't show it, but I can't control the way I feel when I'm around you. You make me so happy, and god you're just so fucking beautiful. Excuse my language, but you are. And that spark you feel when we touch I feel it too. We're meant for each other. You're mine. You're my," He passes for a moment before finishing, "You're my mate."
I look at him with my mouth agape, and eyes wide. I don't know what he means when he says mate, and how can he feel this way too? I shouldn't even feel this way. My mind is spinning and I don't know what to with everything he's said to me. I'm so confused. And like the idiot I am I ask one very important question.
"You think I'm pretty?"
Jordan cracks up laughing, like literally clutching his stomach, doubled over, can't catch his breath laughing. He so handsome and it's such a glorious sight, but I'm also irritated that after saying all those weird things to me he is laughing at me like I'm the crazy one.
"Jordan!" I shout to get his attention. He slowly stops laughing, wiping his eyes from where they watered while he laughed. "Jordan, seriously. What are you even talking about? What the hell is a mate? Isn't that like a UK thing? And why do I feel you with every fiber of my being when you touch my in the most simplistic way? Is there some kind of new technology?"
Jordan begins laughing some more before seeing the foul expression on my face which seems to sober him up some.
"Babe, there's a lot I need to explain to you, but it would be easier to digest if you allowed me to show you something first. We're already late to class anyway, so why don't you skip with me and let me clarify things."
I turned to look at the door to the lecture hall thats directly behind me, and then click the side of my phone to light up the screen. He's right. We're 20 minutes late as is.
I look at Jordan's large, masculine, outstretched hand beckoning me to take it. I stare for a few seconds and then against my better judgment I slip my hand into his and let him lead me to to his car.
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The drive is silent, but somehow comfortable.
I just want to know what the heck is going on, and sit down and have a real conversation with Jordan about all of this. He's promised I will get answers by the end of our visit.
I texted my mom and asked her to keep Tasia overnight just in case I need extra time. She agreed and promised to send me some pictures of my baby girl, knowing I hated losing any time with her as is and that the pictures help me relax when she's away from me.
I look up through the windshield just as we pull into an off-road trail going through a wooded area. I feel like I should be scared that Jordan is a possible serial killer right now, but I feel so comfortable around him, and I don't think he would ever intentionally hurt me. Boy, let's hope I'm right.
After we drove down the secluded road for about 10 minutes he pulled into a small clearing of grass and wildflowers. It was breathtaking. Jordan gets out and jogs to my side of the door to let me out, which again makes me blush. He's just so sweet. He takes my hand pulling me out of the car and straight into his chest, which frightens me at first because I didn't expect it, but I'm unexpectedly very comfortable being flush against his large chest. One of his hands raises to my face and he cups my cheek and rests it there I feel a slight zing, and it makes me lean into his touch even more.
Geez, what am I doing. I finally snapped out of it and push him away from me. I have to stop letting myself get caught up in this man.
I look up at his face and immediately feel bad about pushing him away. He's looking down sheepishly with his hands in his pockets, embarrassed or upset. My hear clenches thinking that I hurt him.
"Hey," I say to him as I raise my hand to touch his chest. "I'm sorry, it's just that I don't know what's going on, and I don't know how to handle the way that you make me feel."
He hold my hand in his against his chest, and give me such a warm smile. "I'm going to give you answers Trisha, I promise and this will all start to make sense."
Jordan begins backing away from me motioning for me to stay put.
Once he's 5 or 6 yards away, he shouts, "Okay, just stay calm and keep your eyes on me the whole time. This might be scary but just remember I will never hurt you. I couldn't ever hurt you. Okay, Trisha?"
I hesitantly shake my head yes. What am I getting myself into?
All of a sudden I see him begin to shake, and make almost inhuman sounds. They sounded almost, like growls? Jordan rolls his shoulders repeatedly and shakes out his arms all while still shaking.
I take a couple steps forward, before Jordan yells in a terrifying, guttural voice, "NO! STAY!"
When he yells at me I swear I see his teeth elongate.
I'm frozen in my steps.
Frightened and confused, I can't tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me. Jordan's body begins to morph and I hear what sounds like bones cracking. I flinch back from the sound, but as Jordan had asked my eyes stay on him. It's almost as if time stood still for a moment, the sounds coming from Jordan had stopped and the wooded area around us was now silent, but suddenly Jordan let out the most intense sound I've ever heard. It was a mix between a scream and growl and it was terrifying.
I screamed. And then I took in the sight before me. A gigantic tan colored wolf with bright green eyes stood in Jordan's place. My head began to spin, my eyes began to flutter, and my body began to sway before the ground came rushing toward my face. Before I could hit the ground I landed on something furry and soft, and my eyes went wide before I passed the rest of the way out.
