The Broken Werewolves: The Human Mate (LGBT)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Nigel Quintin Ulysses

After letting him watch my favorite Youtube series — which is called Most Popular Girls In School, or MPGIS for short, to say that I'm not at least bit embarrassed is an understatement. I'm beyond embarrassed because this is the first time I have let anyone know, much less let them watch, my favorite show on Youtube. I mean, for other guys who aren't as popular as me, it's going to be fine for them. But me, I have a reputation. (I hope you don't give me the bullshit wherein you think that all I care about is my reputation – the reason why I'm keeping my reputation clean is because I want to have a clean record when I get out of high school, and I feel like letting them know about how I want to watch mushy and unlikely stuff on Youtube is going to taint my reputation.)

Mark has laughed a lot upon watching a few episodes of the said show. From Episode 1 and the last episode he watched is Episode 8. The average time for each episode is seven to nine minutes. So it has been an hour ever since he stayed in my house. He watched it inside my room, and on my phone.

Usually I don't let anyone have my phone, much less let a stranger touch my phone, but seeing how Mark enjoys watching it, I don't have any problem at all. Even Julia, my girlfriend, is not allowed to browse things on my phone. It's not like I'm hiding something, but I want to have my privacy. Julia and I have already established that – if permission is obtained, then we can let anyone see each other's phones.

"Wow, you've got a lot of movies here," he says, voice coated with excitement as he stares at the seven-story drawer filled with DVDs. It's in an alphabetical order. He turns to look at me, and there's an awe-struck expression etched on his face that makes my heart skip a beat. I turn to look away, hoping he doesn't see that I'm blushing madly. What's wrong with me? "I've never seen someone so... movie-obsessed, I guess. But this is awesome. I have only watched a few movies in my life because I was never interested but now... seeing this collection makes me want to watch every single one of them."

I look at him with an "are you serious" look because really, he has only watched a few movies his whole life? I mean, people like to watch movies at all (it's just that I'm, like what he said earlier, a movie-obsessed human being). "Are you being serious?"

"Yes, I am," he says, tilting his head to the side, confusion now drawn on his face. "It's true."

"Oh my God, you've got to see these awesome movies," I take a step forward, making him step back. I've grabbed a few movies from the cabinet. "For starters, I've got this collection of Fast and the Furious, or you can start with gore movies such as Saw series, or Final Destinations series."

Walking back to my bed, I grab the remote of the newly installed plasma television on the wall and turn the DVD player on. I motion for him to get over here in my bed as he's still standing near my movie cabinet.

"So which one do you wanna watch first?" I ask him, spreading the DVDs across my bed, letting him decide which one he's going to watch first. There's a light in his eyes that I can't decipher and it makes my heart flutter upon seeing the smile tugging into his lips. Mark points at the Final Destination DVD. "Final Destination 1, it is." I chortle, grabbing the disc from the case and putting it into the DVD player.

For the most part of the movie, Mark remains silent. Most of the time, as he watches the movie, he makes a lot of faces as the gore part comes in. I have to admit, he looks really cute and adorable when he scrunches up his nose in disgust when he sees a victim getting killed.

We never speak while the movie is on. I keep throwing glances at him, wanting to see how his reactions come and go. He turns to look at me, then back to the movie, and I laugh softly, shaking my head. He seems so confused yet he's clearly enjoying it.

After we watch the movie, he turns to me and says, "Well, that was unexpected. So bloody." He states, eyeing the other sequels. I want to ask him if he wants to watch the sequels, but I can't find the courage to do so. It seems like my confidence has gone too low, to the point that I can't even feel it at all. Words are stuck in my throat. I want to tell him to stay, but... is it too much of me to ask him that? "If you want, you can borrow these DVDs and watch them in your house, or your friend's house." I tell him, trying to forget the fact that I want to ask him to stay here and watch more.

"Um..." he states, looking confused again. He looks deep in thought as his eyes bore into mine. His eyes are so captivating, like it's luring me into him, and I can't help myself but to stare back. My eyes flicker to his lips – I have to admit, his lips are inviting, and it's drawing me in. Who said he can have those freaking lips?

"What the f**k is wrong with me?" I mutter out loud, then my eyes widen when I realize I said that aloud. I put my hand over my lips, wanting the ground to open up and swallow me whole and save me from embarrassment. "Sorry. I didn't mean that to slip out of my mouth."

Mark chuckles, shaking his head. "No, it's fine."

"Do you want to watch more? Or is it enough for today?" Though we only watched one.

He seems to think it over based on what he wears on his face. My hands are getting clammy, waiting anxiously for his answer. It's okay if he doesn't want to watch anymore (no it's not) with me, in my house. Clearly he has a life outside.

"I'm gonna pass for now," he says after several seconds of thinking. I hide my disappointment, giving him a smile which I hope doesn't reflect what I really feel. "But I love the movie. Though most of the time, I was horrified due to its goriness, but it's all right. Maybe we can watch again someday?" he asks me, hope glinting in his eyes that has my heart fluttering in excitement. I nod my head rather vigorously, pursing my lips, trying hard to suppress the grin that is threatening to make its way to my lips. "Great then. I'm gonna have to go. I really enjoyed watching movie with you."

Mark turns to leave, turning his back on me when he turns to face me again. "What is it? You forgot something?" I ask him, eyeing my bed to see if there's something unusual objects, things that don't belong to me.

"Marcus," he states. My brows furrow in confusion as I stare back at him. A small smile plays on his lips, making my heart skip a beat. Though it's such a shame to admit, he keeps making my heart skip a beat. What the hell is wrong with me? "Marcus is my real name. Mark was just given to me by my sister. She doesn't like a name such as Marcus, so she decided to name me close to it."

"Oh," I feel so dumb. "That's... okay, Mark...us." Mark, or Marcus, gives out a soft laugh. Marcus gets out my room, and, though it's strange to admit, his scent lingers in the air inside my room. I can't distinguish whether it's his perfume, or just his natural scent, all I know is that it smells good. He smells good.

Leading him downstairs to my living room, once he's at the front porch, Marcus gives me another dazzling smile that has me freezing. For a moment, I forget that I'm at the porch just in front of him – my surrounding slowly fades and my eyes are only focused on him. My eyes flicker between his eyes to his lips, appreciating the beauty of it.

"Um," I begin awkwardly. "Thank you. For joining. For staying."

"No, thank you." He whispers, giving me a small smile. Then he takes a step forward until his face is inches away from mine, his breath fanning my face. Now that he's really close to me, I can now identify that it is indeed his natural scent that I've inhaled back in my room. I have suddenly lost the ability to move my feet, or any muscle at all when I'm this close to him.

Pursing his lips, he leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek, which makes me blush. My heart races, and every part of him is drawing me into him. I don't know if this is just a goddamn phase or something, but I definitely feel something. Something that I cannot really deny at all. Marcus leaves me, running away from me as I'm a criminal and his my next victim. Still in shock, I close my mouth that I've only realized was open the whole time.

My phone rings, breaking me out of my reverie and I quickly fish the phone out of my pocket. The battery's percentage is at 14%, and sooner or later, the phone would shut down. I have to run back to my room just to get my charger.

On the caller ID is my girlfriend's name, flashing brightly.

I answer the call with a "hi", then she begins to rant about how I left here in the school. I furrow my brows even though she can't see me. After I told Mark, or Marcus (damn it), that I'd make him my priority today, I told Julia immediately that I had plans and that I wouldn't be able to meet her up just like I always do at the end of school. She agreed with me. So I thought that there's nothing really problem at all. I remind her that I've told her about the priorities I was going to make today, and that she agreed with me, stating that there wasn't really a problem with that.

Lately Julia has been moody – I don't know if it's because she was on her period, PMSing, or whatever, but she has been really moody towards me. I have yet to ask her friends if something bad happened, which made her this way. Julia hangs up on me after I ask her what the problem is.

Sighing, I let myself fall on the bed, sprawling afterwards while staring in the ceiling. Even though I just talked to a mad and moody Julia over the phone, my mind wanders back to the kiss that Marcus has given me on the cheek. I should be mad, be disgusted by it, and be offended for kissing me on the cheek without gaining my permission, but somehow, somewhat, I can't seem to do that. My head keeps replaying the kiss on the cheek scene, and my heart is fluttering wildly whenever I think of that.

"s**t," I mutter to myself, hand resting on my cheek where Marcus kissed me. His lips left a tingling sensation on my skin. "What the hell? I... what's wrong with me?"

Something strange is pulling me towards him, and I don't have a damn clue why. Maybe if I should just avoid him, this strange feeling will go away. But if I do that, then Blaine Maximus will be a lot closer to him, which I really don't want to happen for some unknown reason. It feels like Marcus being beside Blaine Maximus isn't really Marcus' position; rather, his place should be beside me.

"Kill me," I mutter, turning around, grabbing a nearest pillow and I hug it tight.

****** END OF CHAPTER 12

Author's Note: CHAPTER 12

NIGEL QUINTIN ULYSSES

After letting him watch my favorite Youtube series — which is called Most Popular Girls In School, or MPGIS for short, to say that I'm not at least bit embarrassed is an understatement. I'm beyond embarrassed because this is the first time I have let anyone know, much less let them watch, my favorite show on Youtube. I mean, for other guys who aren't as popular as me, it's going to be fine for them. But me, I have a reputation. (I hope you don't give me the bullshit wherein you think that all I care about is my reputation – the reason why I'm keeping my reputation clean is because I want to have a clean record when I get out of high school, and I feel like letting them know about how I want to watch mushy and unlikely stuff on Youtube is going to taint my reputation.)

Mark has laughed a lot upon watching a few episodes of the said show. From Episode 1 and the last episode he watched is Episode 8. The average time for each episode is seven to nine minutes. So it has been an hour ever since he stayed in my house. He watched it inside my room, and on my phone.

Usually I don't let anyone have my phone, much less let a stranger touch my phone, but seeing how Mark enjoys watching it, I don't have any problem at all. Even Julia, my girlfriend, is not allowed to browse things on my phone. It's not like I'm hiding something, but I want to have my privacy. Julia and I have already established that – if permission is obtained, then we can let anyone see each other's phones.

"Wow, you've got a lot of movies here," he says, voice coated with excitement as he stares at the seven-story drawer filled with DVDs. It's in an alphabetical order. He turns to look at me, and there's an awe-struck expression etched on his face that makes my heart skip a beat. I turn to look away, hoping he doesn't see that I'm blushing madly. What's wrong with me? "I've never seen someone so... movie-obsessed, I guess. But this is awesome. I have only watched a few movies in my life because I was never interested but now... seeing this collection makes me want to watch every single one of them."

I look at him with an "are you serious" look because really, he has only watched a few movies his whole life? I mean, people like to watch movies at all (it's just that I'm, like what he said earlier, a movie-obsessed human being). "Are you being serious?"

"Yes, I am," he says, tilting his head to the side, confusion now drawn on his face. "It's true."

"Oh my God, you've got to see these awesome movies," I take a step forward, making him step back. I've grabbed a few movies from the cabinet. "For starters, I've got this collection of Fast and the Furious, or you can start with gore movies such as Saw series, or Final Destinations series."

Walking back to my bed, I grab the remote of the newly installed plasma television on the wall and turn the DVD player on. I motion for him to get over here in my bed as he's still standing near my movie cabinet.

"So which one do you wanna watch first?" I ask him, spreading the DVDs across my bed, letting him decide which one he's going to watch first. There's a light in his eyes that I can't decipher and it makes my heart flutter upon seeing the smile tugging into his lips. Mark points at the Final Destination DVD. "Final Destination 1, it is." I chortle, grabbing the disc from the case and putting it into the DVD player.

For the most part of the movie, Mark remains silent. Most of the time, as he watches the movie, he makes a lot of faces as the gore part comes in. I have to admit, he looks really cute and adorable when he scrunches up his nose in disgust when he sees a victim getting killed.

We never speak while the movie is on. I keep throwing glances at him, wanting to see how his reactions come and go. He turns to look at me, then back to the movie, and I laugh softly, shaking my head. He seems so confused yet he's clearly enjoying it.

After we watch the movie, he turns to me and says, "Well, that was unexpected. So bloody." He states, eyeing the other sequels. I want to ask him if he wants to watch the sequels, but I can't find the courage to do so. It seems like my confidence has gone too low, to the point that I can't even feel it at all. Words are stuck in my throat. I want to tell him to stay, but... is it too much of me to ask him that? "If you want, you can borrow these DVDs and watch them in your house, or your friend's house." I tell him, trying to forget the fact that I want to ask him to stay here and watch more.

"Um..." he states, looking confused again. He looks deep in thought as his eyes bore into mine. His eyes are so captivating, like it's luring me into him, and I can't help myself but to stare back. My eyes flicker to his lips – I have to admit, his lips are inviting, and it's drawing me in. Who said he can have those freaking lips?

"What the f**k is wrong with me?" I mutter out loud, then my eyes widen when I realize I said that aloud. I put my hand over my lips, wanting the ground to open up and swallow me whole and save me from embarrassment. "Sorry. I didn't mean that to slip out of my mouth."

Mark chuckles, shaking his head. "No, it's fine."

"Do you want to watch more? Or is it enough for today?" Though we only watched one.

He seems to think it over based on what he wears on his face. My hands are getting clammy, waiting anxiously for his answer. It's okay if he doesn't want to watch anymore (no it's not) with me, in my house. Clearly he has a life outside.

"I'm gonna pass for now," he says after several seconds of thinking. I hide my disappointment, giving him a smile which I hope doesn't reflect what I really feel. "But I love the movie. Though most of the time, I was horrified due to its goriness, but it's all right. Maybe we can watch again someday?" he asks me, hope glinting in his eyes that has my heart fluttering in excitement. I nod my head rather vigorously, pursing my lips, trying hard to suppress the grin that is threatening to make its way to my lips. "Great then. I'm gonna have to go. I really enjoyed watching movie with you."

Mark turns to leave, turning his back on me when he turns to face me again. "What is it? You forgot something?" I ask him, eyeing my bed to see if there's something unusual objects, things that don't belong to me.

"Marcus," he states. My brows furrow in confusion as I stare back at him. A small smile plays on his lips, making my heart skip a beat. Though it's such a shame to admit, he keeps making my heart skip a beat. What the hell is wrong with me? "Marcus is my real name. Mark was just given to me by my sister. She doesn't like a name such as Marcus, so she decided to name me close to it."

"Oh," I feel so dumb. "That's... okay, Mark...us." Mark, or Marcus, gives out a soft laugh. Marcus gets out my room, and, though it's strange to admit, his scent lingers in the air inside my room. I can't distinguish whether it's his perfume, or just his natural scent, all I know is that it smells good. He smells good.

Leading him downstairs to my living room, once he's at the front porch, Marcus gives me another dazzling smile that has me freezing. For a moment, I forget that I'm at the porch just in front of him – my surrounding slowly fades and my eyes are only focused on him. My eyes flicker between his eyes to his lips, appreciating the beauty of it.

"Um," I begin awkwardly. "Thank you. For joining. For staying."

"No, thank you." He whispers, giving me a small smile. Then he takes a step forward until his face is inches away from mine, his breath fanning my face. Now that he's really close to me, I can now identify that it is indeed his natural scent that I've inhaled back in my room. I have suddenly lost the ability to move my feet, or any muscle at all when I'm this close to him.

Pursing his lips, he leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek, which makes me blush. My heart races, and every part of him is drawing me into him. I don't know if this is just a goddamn phase or something, but I definitely feel something. Something that I cannot really deny at all. Marcus leaves me, running away from me as I'm a criminal and his my next victim. Still in shock, I close my mouth that I've only realized was open the whole time.

My phone rings, breaking me out of my reverie and I quickly fish the phone out of my pocket. The battery's percentage is at 14%, and sooner or later, the phone would shut down. I have to run back to my room just to get my charger.

On the caller ID is my girlfriend's name, flashing brightly.

I answer the call with a "hi", then she begins to rant about how I left here in the school. I furrow my brows even though she can't see me. After I told Mark, or Marcus (damn it), that I'd make him my priority today, I told Julia immediately that I had plans and that I wouldn't be able to meet her up just like I always do at the end of school. She agreed with me. So I thought that there's nothing really problem at all. I remind her that I've told her about the priorities I was going to make today, and that she agreed with me, stating that there wasn't really a problem with that.

Lately Julia has been moody – I don't know if it's because she was on her period, PMSing, or whatever, but she has been really moody towards me. I have yet to ask her friends if something bad happened, which made her this way. Julia hangs up on me after I ask her what the problem is.

Sighing, I let myself fall on the bed, sprawling afterwards while staring in the ceiling. Even though I just talked to a mad and moody Julia over the phone, my mind wanders back to the kiss that Marcus has given me on the cheek. I should be mad, be disgusted by it, and be offended for kissing me on the cheek without gaining my permission, but somehow, somewhat, I can't seem to do that. My head keeps replaying the kiss on the cheek scene, and my heart is fluttering wildly whenever I think of that.

"s**t," I mutter to myself, hand resting on my cheek where Marcus kissed me. His lips left a tingling sensation on my skin. "What the hell? I... what's wrong with me?"

Something strange is pulling me towards him, and I don't have a damn clue why. Maybe if I should just avoid him, this strange feeling will go away. But if I do that, then Blaine Maximus will be a lot closer to him, which I really don't want to happen for some unknown reason. It feels like Marcus being beside Blaine Maximus isn't really Marcus' position; rather, his place should be beside me.

"Kill me," I mutter, turning around, grabbing a nearest pillow and I hug it tight.

****** END OF CHAPTER 12

Author's Note: Let me know your thoughts about this chapter by commenting below! I would like to say sorry if I hadn't been on w*****d much lately - I've been totally busy. Apparently I was left with a lot of works to do at my work, so I had to work on it immediately and that took a lot of time. But I'm back now! As usual, the first to comment will have this chapter be dedicated to him/her.

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