The Lycan Metamorphosis

CHAPTER 1 - We Meet Again

CHAPTER 1 - We Meet Again

A pair of familiar hands covered my eyes from my back - big hands I should say. I stepped back to feel his broad chest against my back. It brought shivers down my spine and I love it. His hand touched my face, I knew it was him - Marcus. I touched his two hands and pulled it down then I turned around and looked at him. His eyes were shinning with joy and his perfect white teeth were showing from his big smile. I hugged him while looking up at him. He's so tall. I pinned my chin onto his chest so that I could look at him lovingly.

He pushed me so delicately like I was going to break any second. He leaned forward dramatically slowly. When I started to close my eyes and expect his red luscious lips against mine, something rang.

I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful chandelier. I was just dreaming. I looked at my digital round alarm clock; it was 6:30 in the morning. Ugh first day of school in senior year. I like going to school because I get to see my friends but I just didn't get any sleep last night because I was thinking about that man! That man who made me wait for hours!

Flashback...

I bribed Rowel to just let me take the bus and not to make him cancel another date just to drive me to the coffee shop Marcus and I agreed to meet in. I tried but failed. Ugh, he is just so stubborn. He keep telling me that he was my body guard and when I told him dad knew Marcus, he didn't even thought about it. Rowel and Marcus already met in the funeral and they didn't like each other I could tell. But my dad liked him. He even looked pleased when we asked permission to go to the carnival. And to my surprise, he agreed to Marcus when he said it would be better if I won't bring any guards! But here I am with Rowel in the car face so serious.

"Rowel I told you I can take the bus." I said for the hundreds of times. Not that it matters now, we are already two blocks from the coffee shop and I am super excited I think I could burst. I can't wait to see him! His face, his eyes, his lips and how it curved when he smiles! I have admitted last night that I have a huge crush on him. Yes, just last night because I was denying it before. I thought I was a slut for wanting him, he is 17 years old for crying out loud and I am just 12. But last night I can't sleep and when I finally admitted it to myself, I felt my eyes closing. Weird, I know!

Rowel muttered something I can't hear but I don't care. He wants to do this any way. We agreed that he will leave me alone when Marcus was already there. I prayed to God that Marcus will be early so we can be alone. Rowel pulled in and I saw the coffee shop in front of us. I made a quick search before I get out of the car but I couldn't see him. I frowned but smiled again immediately. He will be here any minute now, I kept telling myself. We walked inside the coffee shop and Rowel ordered something for us. I told him not to buy anything for me but he can't just follow me. he ordered two cold cappuccino and two blueberry muffins.

The first 5 minutes was bearable. I finally gave in to the muffin and the drink but as soon as I ate them, I felt my stomach hurt.

"Yvonne? are you okay?" Rowel asked me. he look somewhat hopeful. Hopeful for what? "I can take you home right now. We are already waiting for 15 minutes. He promised he wouldn't be late right? But now where is he?" he sounded really angry and he muttered something again.

"I am okay Rowel, I can still wait and I know he will be here any minute now. Maybe it's because of the traffic or something. I know there is a good reason he is late." I sounded angry too! I was shocked on how I said those words to him. I know he will come. He will, right?

"ugh, Yvonne. if he is still not here in the next 15 minutes, we will go home." His voice was stern but I didn't even flinch.

"You go, I will stay here and wait for him. I told you not to come with me in the first place! you can't tell me what to do every time Rowel!" I shouted at him. Some people looked at us but hell I care! I was too angry to even look at those people who are whispering.