The morning was a lot less pleasant.
“You have a fever,” William murmured, leaning over and placing a hand on my forehead. I'd never realised how cold his skin was before then.
“I'm fine,” I said, pushing him away. Memories of last night coming back. I was embarrassed I was in his bed. When I had initially woken up I'd had something of a panic attack. I shoved the covers off and stood up. Dizziness gripped me instantly, and I half-leaned against the wall to stop myself passing out. “Maybes fine's the wrong word,” I murmured, shutting my eyes and trying to stay still. I heard William chuckle and opened them, shooting him a glare. “What's so funny?” I asked, my throat felt dry and I had a feeling my words sounded scratchy.
“Nothing, just feels like a conversation we've had before,” he replied. Then he picked me up. I was not tired, just a little weak. Even so fighting back made little difference. If anything it was just amusing him.
“Put me down,” I half-shouted. He did, back onto the bed. His face hovering close to mine. The more adolescent part of my brain took that the completely wrong way. I shoved those thoughts far away. Never, ever going to happen.
“You're too ill to go to college,” he said.
“I can't stay here. I need to talk to Diane,” I said, trying to get up. He held me down with one hand. I wondered if that was proof of how strong he was or how weak I was right now. I gave up fighting when my body wavered and slumped down, making a defeated sound. William left the room, satisfied I wasn't going to try and move.
“You can talk to her when you're better,” he said as he left the room. I crossed my arms. I knew he couldn't see it, but it helped me feel a little defiant. I hated being ill. As if to prove a point, my body sneezed.
I glared at my phone, tapping my foot impatiently. Luca was sometimes late replying to texts, but this was ridiculous. What had he been so busy doing all evening that he didn't check his phone? I'd waited at the club, but he'd never turned up. I put my phone away and walked from the bus stop, heading into college. At least we had photography today, so I'd definitely see him. I was still walking towards the school building when a shadow fell over mine. I looked up, surprised to see Bryan. It was bad enough that Luca was taller than me. Bryan though, he just towered. He should've looked crazy lanky, but he was too well-built for that. I wasn't surprised that so many girls stopped to glance our way.
“Hi,” I said, trying to work out why he was here. I knew that yesterday he was helping Luca. It was a little awkward after he left though. I didn't really know how to talk to Bryan to be honest, other than making jokes at his expense.
“What's going on?” he asked, his jaw determined. I blinked at the fierceness in his voice.
“I have no idea what your talking about,” I replied, shrugging. It was his turn to blink, because apparently what I had said, really made no sense. Which just increased my own confusion. He turned to leave and I yanked him back by his shoulder. Something I had to go on my tip-toes to do.
“Hey, want to explain the interrogation mode?” I asked. He jumped, and I wondered why. Did he really hate the thought of me touching him. I dropped my hand from his shoulder and he glanced at where it rested by my side. He looked back up, meeting my eyes with an alarming intensity. The guy could be so unnerving sometimes.
“Luca left the house last night. Dad said he was going to stay at yours for a bit,” Bryan replied.
“Wait, what? Why did Luca leave?” I asked.
“I don't know!” Bryan snarled, shocking me. I jumped and he looked instantly guilty. “Sorry. I'm just worried,” he mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Quit looking like you're owner just threw you out in the cold,” I muttered. I realised quickly that my word choice could've been better, seeing as he was actually a werewolf. It was something I was still wrapping my head around. Instead he just smirked and I wondered why. I pulled out my phone and tried calling Luca. I waited, tapping my foot a little angrily now. It went to voicemail. I moved to throw my phone onto the ground, Bryan quickly covered my hands with his to stop me.
“Don't worry, we'll find out what's going on,” he promised. I nodded, feeling my muscles tense. Luca had told me that it was difficult for gay people in the were world. Had he decided to come out? Was that what this was about? Oh god, was it my fault for continually telling him to do so?