Forever (Book 1) (Editing)

Chapter Sixteen

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I keep jumping in to stop those two boys from fighting. In all fairness I didn’t like either of them a whole lot. They had this tendency of doing the wrong things and pissing me off. I just couldn’t help myself whenever I seen them about to tear each other apart, or rather Colt about to shred Greg. That was another thing I didn’t quite understand. Greg just stood there and took it, both times that I’d been witness to it. He held himself back easily and allowed Colt to treat him as he will. In a way it broke my heart, like Greg was accepting that he deserved to be treated in such a way. Even though I didn’t like him all that much, he didn’t deserve to be hurt. In fact in the past few days I’ve become fond of him in a small way but I’d never admit it to him. He’d been there for me and he was also the one who’d held me as I cried the other night. The act had been filled with kindness and I hadn’t forgotten it.

Now Colt... that on its own was a unique situation for me. I wasn’t use to feeling any sort of attraction to anyone, much less the pull I could sense coming off of him. Every time I touched him my skin would warm and tingle. It was such a small reaction but yet had me wondering for hours how that could be. I’d never experienced it with anyone else. Half the time I couldn’t touch anyone without some sort of flashback into their history, but with Colt the tingling sensation was all I could feel. I could sense that it was the werewolf gene that disabled my ability to see into their past. It was probably put in place as a way to protect themselves from other supernaturals. I couldn’t see into Greg’s past either when I touched him, but unlike Colt, the tingling sensation wasn’t present. I couldn’t figure out what it was about Colt that was so different from Greg.

As I sat in my first period class with Liam listening to the teacher ramble on, my mind couldn’t seem but help to think about Colt. Every time I tried to distract myself from my thoughts, they would snap right back to that scene in the hallway. The way I’d felt when he’d told me that no one should be able to hurt me. I’d felt as if there was more to it. I felt special and my heart had skipped a beat. In all honesty I felt almost feint. The way his eyes had looked at me had calmed my anger down. It seemed as if he were silently begging me to understand, that he felt more for more than he should or was even possible. It only took moments before I already felt myself forgiving him for the scene in the hallway. The feelings that flowed through me were hard to understand and I was incredibly disappointed that he’d said it was because I was a female. I hid it of course not wanting him to know how those words had affected me.

The dream was still fresh in my head, so was the memory of leaving Liam’s car this morning looking for him. My eyes had searched over the students standing around until they’d landed on him. I’d only then realised that he’d been watching me the whole time and I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d dreamt of me too. I gave him a small smile and watched as his features softened before I’d turned and walked off into the school.

It wasn’t really like I’d dreamt of him; it was more like I’d dreamt of his voice in the body of a wolf, a magnificent wolf at that. I still was unable to understand how I’d woken this morning to the evidence of my dream all over my feet.  I couldn’t figure out how that was even possible. Something like that had never happened to me before; I’d never woken like that before. It more than just a little freaked me the hell out. To know that I brought back a part of my dream was more than a little weird. A part of me felt as if I should ask him about it, as if he knew what had happened and would be able to explain it to me. I wouldn’t ask him of course, chances were if I did he’d just think I’m crazy. Everyone in this school already thought I was crazy and I really didn’t want him to feel that way as well.

I couldn’t figure out what it was about him that drew me in and even sitting here in class, knowing that I should be listening to the teacher; I couldn’t help but feel excited to see him again. It was like a small part of me was falling head over heels for him. Yet the larger part was still angry over the things he’d done since I met him. I was still trying to get my head around the fact that I’d accepted an invitation to his home for dinner on Saturday.