His Broken Dire wolf

chapter 3

Molly’s POV

(6 months later)

Finally, we’re getting to graduate from High school! I sit in a row of my best friends and of course my boyfriend Shawn, patiently waiting for our names to be called by our principal; who is handing out our diplomas. My row of classmates is signaled to stand up and we approach the podium one at a time to receive are piece of paper we’ve been waiting for. I excitedly shout for my best friend Jill who receives her diploma first, she was able to get a golf scholarship and will be going to a school in San Diego. I always thought we would get to continue our education together after high school, but the beach is just not for me. I cheer for the rest of my friends, and then Shawn who receives his diploma before my name is announced. Shawn and I have been dating for about 5 months now. Although we haven’t gone all the way, my goal was to spend as much time with him this summer and maybe even lose my virginity before he goes off to school in Oregon. He feels confident that we can keep a long distant relationship going, which I don’t mind trying. I will be able to focus on school more if I don’t have a fulltime boyfriend with me. My name being announced over the large speaker brings me back from my thoughts and I go receive my diploma on the stage. I shake the principles hand and pose for the silly photo. As I do so, I hear my 2 biggest fans in the background along with the rest of my family. I have the best parents anyone could ask for. My mom, Kelly, who I hope to be at least as half as generously kind and beautiful as she is, is well known for her angelic personality and patience. While my dad, Mike, who I inherited a lot of my stubbornness and competitiveness from is someone I strive to always impress. They always remind me of how proud they are of my siblings and I, which I think helped us grow up to be such respectful, hardworking adolescents. I walk down the step of the stage and as I do so I notice another person clapping from the crowd. I realize I recognize him but can’t recall where from, maybe a dream? Could he really be looking at me? I look over my shoulder to see if someone else may be behind me to claim this perfect looking man and it doesn’t seem like anyone else is paying attention to him. I turn back towards him and as we make eye contact, he smiles the most handsomely wicked smile that makes my jaw drop and my heart begin to race. “Whyatt?” I whisper the name to myself as if someone else had whispered the words to me. Suddenly I see his eyebrows shoot up like he heard me say his name and he continues to smile that silly grin that makes me want to drool. No way he heard me from all the way over there, right? I am finally shaken out of my thoughts by Shawn, who suddenly gives me a big smooch on the cheek and brings me back to reality. I smiled at Shawn and immediately hear a large growl rip from the crowd. I raced my eyes back to wear the handsome stranger had been, but he was already gone. I feel a bit disappointed that he’s disappeared, and even a little irritated with Shawn for interrupting the intimate moment. But guilt immediately floods my mind when I realize I was admiring someone else while my actual boyfriend wanted to just show me some affection.

As graduation comes to an end, I still feel like I’m being watched. Although it’s not a discomforting feeling, it keeps me on my toes, and I search the crowds of families who are congratulation my fellow graduated classmates. “Hey congratulations honey, we are so proud of you!” I’m suddenly engulfed by my parents’ hugs and kisses. I come from a very affectionate family, so I’m not even embarrassed or fazed. I hug my parents back and see my dad look at me and then his gaze trace across the crowd where I had previously been searching. “Were you looking for someone honey?” my dad asks while still searching the crowd. Not wanting him to be aware of my mystery man I reply as quick as possible, “nope! I was just searching for you guys!”. He is not quite convinced but shrugs it off and continues our celebratory hug. We take a bajillion photos with friends and families for what seems like forever. I say goodbye to my friends and head back to the car with my family to go out for a congratulatory dinner. As we approach the car, a large bouquet of roses is on the hood along with a card. I pick up the roses and open the card. Congratulations Molly, you grow more beautiful every day. I hope you enjoy these next chapters of your life because they go by fast. I look forward to when our time together will come, love W & B. “Oh wow, does somebody have a secret admirer?” my brother teases as he reaches for the card. I don’t even try to take the card back from him. “Well, obviously he doesn’t know you well enough, or else he would have bought you your favorite flowers; sunflowers and baby’s breath.” My dad comments as he squints at me and waits for my response. I shrug, “well it’s from two people supposedly so maybe it’s not an admirer. Just some friends fooling around.” My dad takes the card and sniffs it. Immediately he looks around, obviously suspecting that whoever left the flowers must be watching us. “Dad, did you just sniff that card?” my brother asks. He ignores him and continues to search the crowd. I’ve seen my dad do weird things like that before, but don’t question him because I know his actions like that are part of his protective nature. My mom reaches out to my dad and smiles. He immediately relaxes and we all load up in the car. I smell the roses and smile. Although they aren’t my favorite, it’s the thought that counts. Although I should be creeped out by this stalkerish incident, I feel flattered and excited.