Catch Me (Werewolf)

Chapter One

Staying A Mystery

Love is a complicated thing...

Nathaniel stayed at the spot, his hands tucked in his pockets as he gazed at me. My eyes softened at the sight of him because Ace was kicking inside of me. But the cold façade returned, making me look away though Ace was constantly whimpering because of him.

Finally, I decided to muster my courage. My lips parted as I began, "Do you need anything?" I dryly questioned, looking at anywhere but his eyes.

There was complete silence between us.

The bell rang, signaling that break time was over. I stood up, hoisting my bag over my shoulders. Before I left, I glanced at him over my shoulders, my eyebrows slightly raised. "Time-waster." I murmured to myself, knowing that he would be able to hear since we had sensitive hearing.

I turned around and began my journey to my next lesson; art. I took art course since it expresses my feelings of my ugly past. Mostly, people would talk to express how they felt. However, I don't.

I kept things to myself, practically ignoring everyone around me. Except for Elena. I would tell her things but not everything. We may be friends for two years, but trust was always an issue to me.

If I trust someone, I would probably get hurt. So why trust someone and get hurt when the only person you could trust is yourself?

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I dragged the soles of my boots as I strolled into the classroom casually. Instantly, my nose picked up my mate's scent. "Our mate is here with us." She growled playfully, her mood instantly lit up.

I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought, slowly making my way to my usual spot. I preferred sitting on that spot since it was on the left corner of the last row. The left corner had a sliding door to the balcony where our art pieces were stacked on the racks as the wind 'blow dry' the canvases.

The sliding door was like an escape. If anyone tried to do anything funny to me, I would run for my dear life through the sliding door. It led to not only the balcony but to the exit of the building at the end.

I shut my eyes tightly, trying to forget the repeated flashbacks flashing through my mind. A slight jerk pulled me back to reality, making my eyes open wide.

"Inspirations again?" Mr. Randy threw his usual question, making me smile. A know-you-well art teacher, what more could you ask for?

I felt a curious glance shot towards my direction, my mate's eyes boring holes through my temple. I ignored the uneasy feeling, slipping on my glasses and readied myself for the lesson.

"Alright, class." He began, gaining our attention. He always do that whenever he had something important to announce. "From today onwards, these seniors," He gestured towards a group of guys - inclusive of my mate - and a few girls before he continued. "from senior year art course will be joining us throughout the whole year." He ended with a few clicks on the buttons against the wall behind his movable chair,

The blank projector screen was replaced with a plain white slide. With a click of the mouse, a capitalised word appeared on the screen: 'Surrealism'

"Today's graded assignment will be related to surrealism. You may use any forms of mediums on the standard canvas on the tables in the front." He ended, motioning the first few rows to collect the art materials.

When it was my row, I slowly walked to the front, rounding the tables. When none mediums caught my attention, my eyes darted around the classroom, hoping that there was watercolor paint somewhere. I could work well with that medium.

"Looking for this?" Mr. Randy asked, amusement flashed across his eyes. My eyes found a watercolor paint in his hands, making me smile in delight.

Before he could get a response from me, I stole the watercolor paint from his hands, walking back to my desk in glee. I sat down on my seat, letting myself be engrossed in painting.

Two Hours Later

I walked past the sliding door, my eyes finding a spot on the rack. I bent down, leveling myself with the second last spot. My fingers gingerly stacked my art piece on the spot, a satisfactory smile tugged on my lips.

The moment I got up, hands wrapped me against something hard. A head dipped itself on the crook of my neck, trailing feathery kisses down my neck.

"Do you know how jealous I felt when you smiled to Mr. Randy so freely?" I could hear a mix of hurt and pain in his voice. I knew it was my mate. One word to describe him; possessive.

Yet, I was enjoying the feeling in guilt; mate bond's fault. However, the feeling somehow reminded me of the scene of my 'step-dad' raping me.

Instantly, I pulled away from his hold, making my wolf whimper from the lack of our mate's touch. I turned around and slapped him right in his face. That was unexpected. But I could practically hear my wolf wailing because I had slapped our mate. "Don't ever touch me." I growled warningly, gritting my teeth in anger.

And with that, I disappeared into the path of guilt.

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I slowly began my journey back to my shared apartment with Elena, badly needing some peace alone. I had abandoned the rest of my classes and headed back home to get some much needed rest.

I figured that I would come up with a valid excuse later when Elena gets home in an hour's time.

The moment I reached my bedroom, I sunk onto my pure white comforter, mulling over the eventful day. Nathaniel's name was repeated several times in my head, forming a light headache.

I lifted my fingers, massaging my temples lightly. I sighed. I muttered to myself that I won't be able to see him after he had graduated, silently praying that he would get out of my life forever.

Getting entangled with my life would not turn out good since I had a complicated past behind my cold façade. Ahead of me was hundreds of walls which I had been desperately trying to keep up with.

What if one day he manages to break down all? Will I fall in love with him in the end?  

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