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Once I had finally made it out of the corridor, I ran into the toilets after feeling extremely sick to the stomach. Trying to draw as little attention to me as possible.
The one guy I thought I loved to death had just wanted me back, and I'd threw it straight into his face. I swear I must be absolutely crazy sometimes - this isn't me.
I placed both of my hands at the sides of the sinks and gripped it roughly, trying to force my unwanted pain onto it as if it was another person. Painful tears were streaming down my bloated face as I let large sobs release from inside me. My knees were weak and shaking at this point and I wanted nothing more than to collapse to the ground in a heap, after all...that was what I deserved.
It was times like this that I was stupid. Crying over a boy that had insulted me deeply was never worth it, and I didn't even realize that there was another girl in the bathroom until a gentle hand grazed my back in a comforting manor.
I looked up at my reflection in the steamy mirror, only to catch eyes with the view of a broken girl that stared back. Broken tears and horrible messed up, dripping mascara surrounded my eyes and ran as far down as my neck. Very carefully I turned around to see a very concerned looking Amy looking at me with wide eyes.
No words had to be spoken as gently she wrapped her arms around me in a motherly hug. I had to admit, seeing Amy not act like a 5-year-old was defiantly new - and actually quite nice for once.
I'd imagined that she would've probably gone through this with her little sister at one point anyway since she knew exactly what she was doing when it came to heart-broken little girls.
Her sister was 14-years-old now and recently had gotten dumped by her best friend's brother. It was a clichè that all girls knew should never happen, but it was still sad to have your heart broken - no matter how it happened and for whatever reason. 14-years-old or 50, it still hurt all the same.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Amy asked softly; wiping a tear from under my swollen eye as she tried to give me a soft, comforting smile.
"You've had a hard time recently......we all have." A small sigh then followed,
I only nodded gently, and sobbed a little more into her hair which was a mix of snot, tears...and some more snot. She then lifted my head off of her shoulder and out of her messy ginger hair so I could look her in the eye when she spoke to me.
"He was an ass that did not see the beautiful girl I see in front of me, you are my best friend." I saw a glinter of sadness in her green eyes. "and never forget that...no matter what happens."
I wrapped my arms around her once more which gained me a smile as she chuckled slightly before speaking again - this time her usual-bubbly self.
"We are going to your house to watch snobby teen-movies and gush over Hunter! He totally has the hot's for you!" I cringed as a slow smile crept up onto my face, the only problem with her statement wasn't that Hunter had the hot's for me...I was sure it was the other way around.
Amy then wrapped her arm around my side and began walking out of the bathrooms with me. Not once letting me feel bad about myself as she bombarded me with compliments.
Boys weren't worth it - she said to me, looking me deep in the eye. Ever.
*****
I grabbed the keys from my bag as I unlocked my white front door while Amy stood at the side, holding 10 bag's worth of sweet's that we bought from the nearby store. We rushed inside and ran up the stairs, knowing my mom wouldn't be in until school finished....yes, we left school.
We're Living the rebel life now.
Shoving Twilight New Moon into my TV, I almost laughed at the whole scenario with the werewolves, a month ago I would've watched this and laughed before trying to behead anyone who would say that they were #TeamEdward
Taylor Launter was still gorgeous in every single damn way, but the werewolf parts in the movie made me cringe.
"So," Amy began, "you gonna tell me what's been happening with Hunter?" She raised an eyebrow and stared at me with a smirk. Trying to figure out all of my secrets as if she was telepathic...it ended with both of us in a fit of laughter.
Over the weekend it had been weird. Had I accepted wolves were real? Yes. Did I believe I was one? Heck no, there was no evidence towards that...it was impossible, no matter what the Iron's family told me.
I would believe it when I saw it...or properly remembered it as Hunter Iron's would say.
'You don't remember the first few times' He would say, 'The brain blocks it all out because of the trauma and pain,'
I guess that makes sense in some sort of form that the body would do that, my mom had a similar scenario with me just after I turned 2 - we were in a small car crash which my mom and I can't remember due to the trauma. It was so bad that I had to introduced to my own mother again, not recognised that it was her or a thing that happened before it.
When I was little I created a false reality that my dad had died in the car crash trying to save us. I'd guessed the reality...he'd probably ditched us when I was a baby because 'reasons'.
I then decided to get changed out of my school clothes and headed towards the wardrobe where I put on a black sports bra with a grey hoodie and a pair of dark grey leggings that showed of my lengthy legs nicely enough.
The turning in the lock down the stairs caught my attention, and the fact that I could hear it in the first place threw me straight off-guard. I glanced over at the clock on my bedside table. 04:05pm
Mother's home.
"CECELIA LAKE, WHY DID I GET A PHONE CALL AT WORK TO SAY YOU LEFT SCHOOL!" Her voice boomed throughout the house, the walls threatening to fall down around us.
She practically run up the stairs and through my door, but instead of screaming at me like I expected her to do, her eyes softened and she came over to the bed beside Amy and I and sat down.
"Boy?" She asked quickly, her cropped dark hair shinning against the lamp behind her.
I nodded,
"Boy that you thought loved you but then did something stupid to hurt you?" My mom sighed, and pulled me into a hug.
I silently nodded against her chest as tears began rolling down my face. "Do I need to cut off his balls?" My mother spoke abruptly.
Amy and I burst out into an uncontrollable laughter as my mom then kissed me on the head and left the room.
Amy then gave me a quick hug and suggested that she go home to get her sister, annoyingly I agreed with her and walked her downstairs to my front door. For some unknown reason, it smelled of him.
Amy gave me a tight hug as she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed gently, before opening the door to step out - expect she couldn't.
Standing in the doorframe was a worried looking boy with black hair and bright blue blues which shone down at me.
Hunter.
Amy burst out laughing at the sight of Hunter and gently brushed by him on the way out of the door, turning back to wink at me before walking down the street.
Only Amy.
Suddenly my eyes darted back to the uninvited boy on my doorstep. I just just said goodbye to one, only to welcome another. I had officially lost it for good.
My mother appeared from upstairs and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Hunter at the door, her pupils widened as I noticed the small gap that had formed between her lips. Either she thought he was insanely hot - which was weird, or she had met him before.
Something was really suspicious as Hunter grabbed my waist and pulled me out my front door, shutting the door behind me.
Our bodies were sickeningly close as I felt a magnetic attraction towards him. Wanting to be closer but mentally slapping myself for not being able to control myself around him. I felt like a 14-year-old having a crush for the first time.
"How are you doing?" He spoke abruptly, a thin line pressed against his lips as he spoke with a sour tone.
"Fine." I quickly answered.
"You don't look fine," He pushed, looking me up and down as I instantly regretted wearing a sports bra. It's not like I had any cleavage anyway...come to think of it my belly was also sticking out over my leggings ever so slightly which sorta make me self-cautious.
Not every day a sex-God appears at your door,
Sex-God? Really Cece???
"Hunter. I'm fine. Go away." I repeated like a robot, even going as to flash him a dirty smile as I turned my back to him.
He then grabbed me and turned me around to face him again, rolling his eyes at me as he ran his hands through his thick black hair.
"I want to talk to you," he pleaded with me. "But not here."
He grabbed my hand and began leading me to the beginning of the trail that was beside my house, heading straight into the big, dark, scary woods which wolves lived in...wolves like Hunter.
F*ck it.....I'm gonna die. Goodbye Life.
He lead me in a good ten minutes walk, and by walk I mean at Hunters pace - which was the equivalent of me sprinting. That boys legs were too good for his own good.
I was 5"10 and had been told I walked fast. Hunter was at least a solid 6"4...plus muscles on his chest, abs....lower body....I'm gonna stop there.
Once we had reached a large boulder (which I decided to sit on because 10 minutes of walking was a workout for me) Hunter began talking to me, informing me that I would need to know the basic facts about werewolf's. Real werewolf's, none of this hocasy pocasey stuff on Tv. His words, not mine.
"Right, I'm going to give you as many answers as I possibly can about all the questions you have piled up inside of you." He sighed, I was more amazed by how on earth he knew I was so eager.
Maybe it was my phone history which currently read :
Werewolf's?
Are werewolf's real?
Could I be a werewolf?
Twilight?
Hot shirtless guys
Hot werewolf guys
Yeah, I'm not exactly proud.
"How on earth are Werewolf's even here?" I asked, interested on if it was a bite or a scratch that did it. Were we born this way?
He smirked, knowing the answer to my question and sat down beside me.
"A werewolf is created when a male wolf and a female wolf love each other very, very much." He spoke sarcastically as I pushed him off the Boulder. The smirk stayed on his face the entire time which just annoyed me. How could I hate someone so much but find them adorable at the same time?
Hormones....defiantly hormones.
"It's the exact same as humans, two werewolf's are needed to produce another werewolf and when a human and a werewolf reproduce there is a 50% chance that it will be a wolf." He spoke proudly to me.
"Half breeds don't exist."
"Well..." I began, stuttering on my words."How am I only now finding out I'm a ...wolf."
"All wolf's remain completely mortal until they turn seventeen, many already know because of their parents and look forward to turning for the first time...and finding their mates." Hunter then awkwardly broke eye contact with me, annoying me slightly.
"Okay, so we change into a wolf...but then what happens?" I asked,
"You end up completely naked on the ground." He shrugged, looking down at the ground with his large blue eyes innocently. Suddenly it snapped in my head.
"I turned so...DID YOU FIND ME NAKED AND CARRY ME?!" I shouted, standing up and immediately feeling completely exposed to him. He tried to hide a smirk, it didn't really work.
"Can we just continue with the questions for now?" H spoke with his posh accent, "I'd rather not discuss being naked until a later date." Hunter grinned confidently, he received a punch to the stomach and the smirk disappeared, only to re-appear on my own face.
So...what about the deal with alpha's and stuff, " I asked while trying to push the conversation forward. I was now starting to feel the cold October breeze roll in, it would be Christmas before I knew it, and Christmas meant snow.
"Well, you get alphas of pack's which naturally are bred to lead. They are bigger, stronger faster than the rest of the wolves." He stopped, as if thinking carefully of his next words.
"Then there's the royals... the ultimate breed." He almost stuttered on his words.
"They are a line of wolf's that come directly from Cecilinda, a small family of white wolves that rule over all of us. They create all rules and even go as far as having special abilities."
This caught my attention.
"Okay, they sound pretty epic...have you ever seen one?" I asked him, not realising I was leaning forward until I was directly in his face. He smiled at me with his big blue eyes.
"Nah, there's only one left and he's lost his mind from the madness of loosing his mate and child to an unknown enemy,"
Hunter then stood up and held out a hand to me, expecting me to take it.
Every part of my body was screaming yes, but my mind said no. It's not like I ever listened to my brain anyways......
"Come on, its getting dark I'm going to take you home. Although....from now on I expect to see you here every night at 4:45pm sharp." He smiled at me gently as if I was a fragile little thing. My weight clearly said otherwise.
"Fine," I mumbled to him as I tried not the sound too enthusiastic about it, although...I kinda was. Being in the woods with a hot guy was...strangely making my heart throb.
Me, Cecelia Lake.....was excited to be meeting up with a werewolf......This was NOT going to end well.
HEY THERE READERS THAT ALREADY KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN, Don't spoil it ;)
Does this make things slightly more clear about my universe and what happens? please comment if anything seems confusing or out of place.
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