The Wolf Prince

Chapter3

I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. The students were already gossiping about what happened, and I felt like wanting to disappear right there and then. I didn't know he would reject the offer so coldly. I walked out of the library with my head bowed down.

When I got home, I immediately texted Ashley. But as expected, her response wasn't in my favor. I NEED THE INTERVIEW ASAP!!! That's what she said. I threw my phone to the side. Why is she doing this to me? I figured maybe he had already asked for an interview but got rejected. That's why she's passing it to me. I felt more angry at the thought. I will get her that interview, I told myself. I will get Lawrence to do the interview.

The next day, I went to school early. But to my surprise, he was much earlier. I cleared my throat and walked to my seat.

"Good morning," I greeted as calmly as I could.

He stared at me, obviously not happy. He didn't respond and went back to reading.

This arrogant man!! But I tried to stay composed.

"About the interview, I.."

"I already said no," he said, cutting me off.

I drew a deep breath, this was going to be hard. I tried to think of another approach, but before I could come up with anything, our classmates were already beginning to walk in. Later, I told myself I'll try again later. But he didn't gave me a chance. After the class, he left right away. For our next classes together, he wasn't my seatmate, so I couldn't approach him. And I no longer had the courage to do that in front of many people. I was feeling down and frustrated and Darren was quick to notice.

"Are you okay?" We were in the cafeteria having lunch.

"Just about the school paper," I answered.

"Maybe I could help."

"I needed to interview Lawrence Lopez, but he refused. And Ashley won't take no for an answer."

"I see. Maybe he's just shy or doesn't want the attention."

"But I have to interview him. What shall I do?"

He folded his arms across his chest. "Why don't you try listing your questions and have him check them. That way

you will know what question he is comfortable to answer."

"Oh my God! That's a brilliant idea." I reached for his hand and squeezed it. "Thank you D. You're the best."

He smiled that sweet smile of his. After lunch, I prepared the questions that I think would be okay to ask. Since his not my classmate, I had to wait after class to look for him.

I found him at the library again, reading. He seemed to be a fan of reading books. I slowly approached him. When he saw me, he stared and shook his head.

"You're not giving up, are you?

"No" I said smiling. "Here, I prepared the questions in advance. Feel free to check them and tell me which I can and can't ask."

He took the paper and read the questions. He then started crossing off some questions. Once, twice, thrice until I couldn't count anymore. I held my breath. When he was done I stared back at my questionnaire and gasped. He erase more than half of my question.

" But"

"No too personal questions. No questions about my family and my past."

I stared at him in disbelief. " Then what can I ask?"

"It's up to you." With that he left.

I shook my head in frustration. I'm seriously beginning to hate him.

Later that night, I began to formulate my questions. It wasn't easy, but I made sure they weren't privy. When I walked to class the next day, I went there early, I was ready to do the interview. He was earlier again.

"Good morning" I greeted. This is becoming like a habit, I told myself. "When do you want the interview? We can do it. now, if you want."

"No.

"What?" His response startled me.

"Let's do it on Saturday, at the library."

" Why?" This man is really getting on my nerves.

"You said to do the interview when I want. I want it on Saturday"

I bit my lip to keep me from screaming at him. Calm down Stephanie, I told myself.

I nodded my head "okey if that's what you want."

I was getting frustrated but chose to push it off. By Saturday all of this will be over. I won't have to talk to him again. And with that thought I was itching for Saturday to come faster.

It was finally Saturday, the day I have been waiting. Despite my pleasure, I would admit I was nervous. I even ended up changing three times just to find the perfect outfit. I didn't know why but somehow I wanted to look good. I chose a simple yellow knee length dress. I couldn't stay still in the car, I was nervous, and my father noticed it.

"Relax sweetie, it's going to be fine."

"Thanks dad"

I was the first one to arrive at the library, which is by now odd. I thought of going through my questions while waiting for him. Five minutes passed, and then ten, then thirty. I stared at the door, getting angry. Where the hell is he? He was the one that wanted it on Saturday, so where is he? What if he pulled prank on me? What if his not coming? I pushed the thought away. I don't think his the type. An hour quickly passed and I was ready to leave. But then he showed up at the door. He rushed towards me.

"I'm sorry. There was an emergency.

I wanted to yell at him and scold him but something with the way he look made me stopped. He look stressed out. He still look good with his white t- shirt and denim pants. But something seemed wrong. He was sweating and there were scratches on his hands.

" Are you okay?" I found myself asking.

He took a seat in front of me, "Yeah, let's start the interview.

"Okay."