Cassandra

Reasons why

Cassandra's POV.

"Or your sister I'm not sure really."he said.

"Xander you've lost a lot of blood, I didn't know it happens to wolves too but I think you have a concussion."I said, putting pressure on certain spots on his head to get a reaction.

I stopped as I looked into his eyes, his eye colour had changed, they were grey, they weren't the hazel pools I was used to looking at,

"Xander, are you sure your okay?"I said, pulling away a little. Did Xander have a twin

"I'm better than ever, now that your here"he said, pulling me a little close.

I started breathing heavily, fuck, was he going to_ No this can't be happening, what if we don't like it. What if my breath stinks, I mean the last time I brushed my teeth was this morning. Oh my God I need to stop this, why am I acting like a teenager, this isn't my first kiss anyway. Okay, lets do this, I closed my eyes letting him take the lead.

Just as I was about to cover the few inches before us, I felt a peck on my forehead. Wait what?

I quickly opened my eyes looking at me. He was now looking at me a confused look on his face, Well, this was embarrassing this guy was a freaking tease.

"We should really get back, umm, people think your dead"I said, clearing my throat. 

Great this was just great, now he thinks I'm some bitch who wants to get laid, one of his conquests, this was really fucked up, I facepalmed myself as I walked away, I could hear him walk behind me.

"You know if you wanted it you would have just said so"I heard him murmur. He did that on purpose, he knew I had perfect hearing. 

I decided to let it slide, I don't think either of us was ready for that conversation yet. But what happened to him that was bad enough to change his eye colour, I mean I had a few ideas perhaps whoever took him punched him enough to cause a sustainable injury to cause heterochromia, but that would mean only one eye would change. Maybe he was exposed to the sun too much, but that would change his eye colour to a darker shade, more like grey to hazel not the opposite.

Or perhaps Laser surgery, but why would he.

"Is there a problem, you keep whining."he said. 

Well, that might have been true because Rora expected a kiss. But he doesn't have to know that right. I kept walking, I had crammed ths route like my name. I couldn't say the back of my hand, Most of us don't even know what the back of our hands look like, don't judge me I mean, I feel like it aint a good metaphor.So i'm not going to use it.

We kept walking as he asked me a few questions about my family, from the questions he was asking I was sure Luka had told him I was physically abused by my father. I answered a few leaving a few for him to answer for himself. 

"Did your father kill your mother"he asked, so casually you would think he just asked about the weather. 

Before I knew it I had pinned him to a tree, he was gasping, my hand on his neck, tightening by the minute. 

"You will not speak about my mother again, and not another word about that asshole, don't forget your friends think your dead, it wouldn't hurt to drag your body there as evidence"I said. 

Maybe I was taking it a little bit too far, but I was done with people acting like it was okay I watched my mother getting burned to death, Like it was okay my father took every opportunity he had to hit me, Like it was okay that I started my period staining the couch yet instead of my parent telling me why I was bleeding, my father punished me for it, for dirtifying the couch.