Wolf’s words echoed through my head and the way his stormy
eyes had flashed with an unknown emotions made butterflies flutter inside my
I felt as if his gaze can see every crevice, every shadow
And whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, I wasn’t sure.
As I walked down the crowded hallway, a few of the girls from class watched me pass with scorn showing on their perfect faces.
I averted my eyes and looked behind me, only to see Wolf standing in the doorway watching after me with a strange expression on his face.
Heat flooded my cheeks as I picked up the pace and briskly walked down the hallway, desperate to be anywhere but here.
Just as I rounded the corner I bumped in Zane that stood at his locker talking to Melissa Hart, the lead cheer leader.
With her honey coloured eyes, perfect bow mouth and heart shaped face with angelic features, toned body with lithe muscles and curves in the right places she looked everything a lead cheer leader is known for, she wore her small out-fit with the short top that looked as if it were a bra and showed off her perfectly toned tummy with a belly piercing, and the short pleated skirt that only barely touched the tops of her thighs and pristine white sneakers that accentuated her graceful ankles.
I hated everything about her, from her flawless body to her high pitched voice that sounded like nails on a chalk board.
Zane straightened from leaning against the lockers and faced me with an annoyed look on his face.
“Akira what’re you doing here?” He asked angrily.
I bit back the sarcastic remark that automatically bubbled inside me and fought to keep my expression neutral being all too aware of Melissa’s angry glare.
“My class got let out early. I thought I’d come here and wait for you… but it seems Melissa beat me to it.” I couldn’t help the feint curl that tugged at my top lip or the growl that suddenly entered my voice.
She opened her moth to reply but Zane held up his hand and shot me a glare.
“We were just discussing the upcoming game with the West Coast Falcon’s.” Zane explained.
I cocked my head to the side and regarded them closely. Melissa squirmed beneath my scrutiny but Zane just looked angrier.
The feeling of betrayal rose within me with vengeance, leaving me slightly breathless and feeling so lonely; abandoned.
I started to back away from them, Zane reached out to grab me but I wrenched myself out of the way and found myself hauled against a very broad and very male chest.
Startled; I looked up and met the cloudy grey eyes of Wolfaine Darke. He looked down at me for a beat, again searing me with his astute gaze. I felt frozen in place; suddenly unable to move.
And unable to care…
“What’s going on here?” He asked looking up at Zane in tightly refrained fury.
And the fact that I could read him so easily should scare me, yet it relaxed a
part in me that was always restless with Zane. I felt as if it were getting stroked; soothed.
Zane’s shoulders tightened.
“Nothing is. Who’re you?” Zane asked bluntly.
Wolf chuckled slightly and drew me closer to him, seeming like he was trying to protect me.
And I couldn’t help but feel safer than I did mere moments ago.
“I’m Wolfaine Darke, the new history teacher.” Zane looked at the hold Wolf had on me and curled his hands into fists.
I took a deep breath and Wolf’s husky scent flirted through my senses. I couldn’t put a name to it. His scent is mixed in with what seemed like sandal wood, and is that the feint smell of eggs?
I shook my head and tried to pull back but his hold never loosened.
“History teacher? And what is it that you teach? The history of perverts?” Zane drawled.
Wolf stiffened in alarm and I heard a hiss of breath leave him. Goose flesh sprouted upon my skin and chills skittered down my spine.
“Watch your mouth boy.” Wolf growled.
I shivered at the feel of the reverberating rumble of his voice through his chest.
“Or what?” Zane snapped.
Wolf shifted me away from him and drew up to his full height.
“Well insulting a teacher is never wise. There's detention or other various punshments that you'd be put into." He told Zane firmly.
Melissa's eyes widened.
“You can’t just give him detention like that!” She exclaimed.
Wolf’s gaze shifted to her. She flinched under the weight of his gaze and shuffled closer to Zane, whom looked ready to slug Wolf.
“Shouldn’t you be at your cheer leading practice Ms Hart?” He asked her.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
“She doesn't have to go.” Zane defended.
A sob hitched out of my throat.
I felt weak all over, my knees, arms and heartbeat. Sorrow burned through me in unrelenting flames that licked at my temper fuse, threatening to ignite the sudden uncontrollable rage, the fury that wanted to be let out.
Zane took a step toward Wolf, and the latter just sighed and shook his head ruefully.
“Enough!” I shouted.
They all looked at me, all wearing identical expressions of shock.
“This is stupid. Mr Darke, I apologize for Zane's behaviour. Zane don't be an idiot. He was merely asking what was going on here and you had to get all macho and insult a teacher. You know what? I'm just going to leave. I'll call you later." I said.
I turned to wolf and grimaced.
"Again, I'm sorry." And without waiting for a reply, I spun on my heel and walked away.
And with every step I took I felt lighter, almost free.
And that could be very, very bad.