Nick's Guide to Surviving High School

Chapter 17*

Nicks POV

Time was flying by so fast here. It was Thanksgiving break, and it had also been two weeks since King and I's...uh...moment, and he hadn't touched me since.

Which was totally cool. Relationships weren't solely about physical connection, although it was an added bonus.

Yeah. Totally cool.

Anyways, I was currently pouting at King who was packing a duffel bag. He had to go to this funeral for an elder, whatever that means, and I couldn't come. Something about a lot of strange werewolves that King didn't trust being there, and him not wanting to have to get in a fight because someone looked at me. Not looks at me the wrong way, just plain looks at me.

I was going to say that he should know he literally has me wrapped around his finger so why the fuck would he worry about me going off with someone else, but then I realized it probably wasn't that and it was more his wolf being protective.

Besides, King is super fucking attractive. He knows it, I know it, everyone knows it. I don't need to boost his ego any more.

"When will you be back again?" I say quietly, gnawing on my lip nervously. I didn't want him to leave. I liked being around him all the time and I didn't know what I would do without him, even if it was only for a couple of days. And then there was the added stress of this fucking vampire that was stalking me and trying to kill me.

I let out a deep sigh and start rubbing my left arm, where a small, thin scar rested just above my elbow. I got it whenever that dick grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall after he murdered my mother. I scowl angrily, my blood pressure rising. I was gonna kill that fucker. He was doing too much.

"Nick, babe, calm down. Take a deep breath, there you go," King said softly as he dropped to the floor in between my legs. I listened, my breaths coming out more even and controlled. King had such a powerful effect over me; he could calm me down so easily. What was I going to do without him for a couple of days?

I'm just kidding. Kind of.

"Do you have to go?" I'd already asked him that, but maybe his answer would change this time. Maybe if I pouted and begged enough he'd stay. Hell, I am not above getting on my knees.

King looked sad (and slightly agitated but I'm choosing to ignore that) as he took my face in his warm palms and rubbed my cheeks.

"Yeah, I do. I wish I didn't, baby, but I'll be back before you know it. I'll be back on Wednesday, okay? And besides, I'm not leaving until tomorrow morning so quit pouting at me."

I immediately sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and narrowed my eyes instead. Well fuck you too King. Fuck you too.

King pecked my forehead and got up with a groan like the old man he is. He turned around and walked into the closet, and I could hear the rustling of hangers knocking together as he gathered some more clothes to pack.

He walked out of the closet with clothes in his arms. He dropped them neatly beside me on the bed and started folding them and placing them in the bag.

"How's work been?" King asked me, turning his head to look at me for a split second before going back to packing. I instantly lit up, my face beaming at the mention of my second favorite place in this fucked up world.

"Work is so fucking great! Abbie is so sweet and understanding, and she didn't ask too many questions about why I needed time off. I love working at the thrift store," I sighed happily, flopping back onto the bed and closing my eyes. Abbie was so cool. I aspired to be like her when I was 60. Besides the obvious facts that I'm not a woman or a lesbian.