Annoyingly Cliche Werewolf Story.

Annoyingly Clishe Werewolf Story. (4)

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap; I can't believe it!" Whisper-shrieking to herself, Kelly then turned to Lile. "He was so, so, so freakin' hot! Can I have him?"

"All yours," Delilah's breath seemed caught in her throat, not that Kelly realized. They walked into the classroom, setting their books down distractedly as they plopped into their seats near the back.

The girl's curls bounced merrily along, until she caught eye contact with her dark haired friend.

"... Why would I say that?" she asked; though to whom, Kell couldn't tell. Delilah's reflective orbs were wide and watery, though not at all near tears. They were intensely thoughtful, mirroring her every emotion as every movement Seth Winter had made replayed endlessly through her head. Her pouty mouth quivered with the weight of her thoughts.

Kelly did the only thing she could think to do: distract her. She didn't know what was wrong, but, then, her friend had never even seen this boy before. Surely it was just something temporary.

"Oh! Lile, you are so not going to believe this! I was in this awful store yesterday, but they have great lipstick, so whatever. An-y-way, I was there for just some chap stick and I found the greatest color ever, I swear! It will look so, insanely, extremely hot on you!" Her voice was bubbly, rising up and down superficially as her hands flung wildly to every side with each word.

Delilah's head flicked suddenly as she was ripped from her thoughts. Her long hair almost hit someone passing by her desk, and Kelly stifled a giggle.

"Oh, yeah? Not that I particularly care about lip gloss, but I could use some. Hint, hint..." Delilah smiled jokingly.

"What...? I mean, is there some special occasion happening? Surely not for anyone we know, then?"

In fact, Ronnie's birthday was only two days away; Wednesday. It was a tradition among the three friends for the two not celebrating to get each other small gifts, as well as slightly larger ones for the ones who's years where changing. It helped keep spirits high, as well as keeping each date remembered.

"Oh, no... Just thought you may wanna drop something off in my locker,"

Another (smaller) tradition: mentioning the party and/or gifts before the actual date was taboo.

"Sure, of course. Because I drop off random gifts in strange girls' lockers as a hobby,"

"I'm not strange!" Delilah protested, just as Seth and Thomas came in, and the bell rang.

Delilah, trying hard to concentrate on the teacher's introductions for the week, found her gaze riveted on Seth. Her eyes raked up and down his body, searching desperately for any flaw. She could find none.

As her eyes met his face, she lingered on his lips, before realizing that his eyes were riveted on hers, also. Feeling apprehensive yet not knowing why, Delilah made real eye contact with him for the first time.

Neither could pull themselves away.

The teacher, asking Seth some question, distracted him from his gorgeous Delilah.

~*~

Seth, distracted, hadn't heard the question. "Yes?" he guessed.

"Good, good." The teacher seemed genuinely pleased, and Thomas smirked. "Now, why don't why just sit down wherever?"

Seth, seizing the chance, sat on the seat beside Delilah that wasn't already occupied by Kelly. Tom sat just behind him.

Just the feeling of being so near his mate was enough to get Seth excited. He wanted to talk to her, to be able to love her, for her to know everything about him, and vice versa. He imagined her on his bed at the house he was staying at, laying down and facing him in only her underwear. He nearly got a hard-on.

The mere sense of her energy thrilled him. Feeling dizzy, he could sense her shirt sleeve, less than three inches away. He was close enough to smell her shampoo, her soap. The clean, white, herbal-gardens scent led him to daydream of Delilah in the shower, a single drop of water falling from her pink lips to her collarbone, trailing to her...

Seth shook his head slightly, as if pushing away his lovely mate's intoxicating fumes.

Finally, Thomas couldn't take it anymore. He leaned forward. "Say something, idiot!"

Glaring at his own transparency, Seth leaned over. "Can I borrow a pen?"

Delilah, startled out of similar fantasies, faced the most amazing person she believed she had ever seen. "What?"

Seth smiled devilishly. "I want to pass notes with you."

Grinning stupidly yet unable to command her usually controlled emotions, Delilah began to write:

Hey.

I lo-Thomas hit Seth, hard. Seth scribbled out another message.  I lo  I'm so bored. What's up?

Not much. I'm bored, too... What's your favorite color?

It's anything; it changes. What about you?

Why choose one when you can have all?

Will you go on a date with me? Seth couldn't stop himself. The words were there, the note passed, before he even realized what he had done.

Delilah, folding the paper, leaned toward him slightly. "Can I tell you after class?" It was meant to be a whisper, but came out so softly that she may as well have been mouthing it. Only a werewolf would have been able to discern the malleable hints of her vocal cords from the drone of the teacher's voice in the background.

"Of course," Seth answered, panicked on the inside. "No pressure,"

Thomas kicked the back of Seth's chair. Seth felt like vomiting of nervousness. Delilah's thoughts swirled around Seth, a date with Seth, sex with Seth, loving Seth, Seth's incredible eyes, and back to the general, overall  topic of Seth. Kelly drew a cartoon of a wolf in the margin of her notebook while half-listening to the teacher's lecture, and actually scrawling out some vital piece of advice for a test occasionally.