Taken By A Werewolf

III

"You again," Indy remarked after a long-stretched silence.

Ares didn't say a word, just looked at her with indifference.

"Okay then," Indy shrugged, and led the way.

"Let's get you to your dorm."

They walked in silence, and honestly, Indy didn't mind. She preferred him saying nothing over his stupid friend, who would have made about five moves on her at this point. Ares emanated a coldness that made everyone they passed take back a step or two. Since it was 81 degrees on the first day of September, Indy was unaffected by it and stubbornly kept her pace next to him. She refused to let this silent stranger intimidate her.

"What's your dorm number?" she asked.

Instead of answering, Ares reached for a letter in his back pocket and handed it to her. Her fingers slightly brushed over his while taking the piece of paper, and instead of the stone-cold touch she anticipated, Ares' hand was warm. Indy blushed for no apparent reason.

She cleared her throat and read the document.

"Well, of course," she rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs and down the familiar hallway. She passed her own dorm room and stopped at the door next to hers.

"This one is yours. Do you have the keys?" she asked Ares.

He stepped forward and opened the door. At this point, Indy started to wonder if the boy could speak in the first place. However, it was none of her business.

She peeked past Ares' broad back into the room. Aside from the bed, desk and closet that came with every room, it was empty, as she had anticipated. Somehow, the thought of him living next to her gave her a strange feeling in her stomach. She glanced at his bed, and flushed as she realized it stood against the same wall as hers. If they broke it down, they'd be lying next to each other. Indy coughed awkwardly.

"We have the rest of the morning to get your things, so maybe we should get started?" she offered.

Ares walked into his room, and Indy followed him. When he turned around abruptly, she almost bumped into his chest. From up close she had no trouble making out the defined muscles under his black T-shirt. And however cold his appearance, his body radiated a comfortable warmth. He smelled nice, his scent reminding her of a mixture of forest and ocean. Dew drops and sea breezes. She gulped unvoluntarily. What was happening to her?

He took another step towards her, and Indy automatically stepped back. She searched his face for an emotion, but his mask of indifference was still in place. Then he looked down on her and she thought she saw a glimmer of something, but she couldn't be sure. Because the next thing she knew, Ares shut the door in her face.

"Rude!" she called him out.

Indy walked aimlessly up and down the hallway, not knowing what to do. She had been given the morning off to help Ares move into his dorm and show him around, but the boy was an unsensitive i***t and shut her out. Literally. She huffed. No matter how heartbreakingly handsome he was, she would not be affected by him again, she solemnly swore to herself. What was she even thinking before? It was as if her finest brain cells evaporated into thin air when she looked at him, and only the unwanted, hormonal ones remained. She should be paying better attention in Biology, because that made no sense at all.

She needed to leave. Indy grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from her backpack and scribbled down her number. Oh my God, was she actually giving him her number? But the promise she made Principal Haywood lingered in her mind, and he would not be using it anyway. She slid the piece of paper under Ares' door.

"I'm going to get coffee. Call me if you need anything, asshole," Indy called through the door.

She was about to walk away when the door clicked open.

Ares was standing in the doorway, looking a little less angry at the world than before. But only a little.

"What?" Indy arched an eyebrow. An anticipated silence followed.

"You don't actually want to come with me, do you now? After what you just pulled?"

Ares stepped outside and closed the door behind him, which Indy took as an answer. The nerve of that boy was unbelievable.

"You're not invited."