The Broken Werewolves: The Human Mate (LGBT)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Nigel Quintin Ulysses

My girlfriend's beautiful face comes into view as she maneuvers her way into the sea of people. When her eyes land on mine, a quirky smile makes its way into her lips and that's enough to boost myself, to give me an energy that could last for a few days. With the ball in my hands, I bend my knee just a bit, putting force on my legs, and then I jump, throwing the ball into the air, to the basketball ring. My heart stops beating for a while as I watch the ball hits the rim of the ring, going around in circles and then it goes inside and I yell in success, then the bell rings, signaling that the game is done.

Julia, my girlfriend, said that she couldn't make it because she and her friends were planning to go somewhere – girls-day-out, she said to me when I first told her about the game. The game isn't really big – it's just a bet which team is going to win and which team is going to lose. But I'm glad that she's here, was able to catch up even though the game was just seconds away from the end.

The scoreboard reads 85 vs. 82; our team has the 85 score and the other team has the 82. So we won. Julia gives me a beautiful smile, which makes my heart race for a while and I run into her, hugging her with all my might because I missed her so freaking much. Even though we've just seen each other seven hours ago. The girls sigh dreamily when they see us hugging each other as if we haven't seen each other for about a year or so, as if I've just come back from abroad after spending years living in a country I barely know. Julia pushes me away, tiptoes, and kisses me on the lips and just like that, I forget the world around us. I hear them squeal, and smile against the kiss. She kisses greatly, as if she's been born to do that.

"I missed you, you know," I breathe out after kissing her for God knows how long. She beams at me, hugging me tight, resting her head on my chest. "Did you miss me?" she nods her head, sighing out loud and I chuckle. "Well, you need to back off a little, you know. As you can see, I'm kinda sweaty."

Stepping backwards from me, she pouts like a little kid she is and I chuckle. "But you still smell so good, how come?"

I throw her a smirk and wink at her. "Well, it's natural scent of mine." I say, winking at her again and she laughs, shaking her head in amusement. Her jet black hair bounces as she shakes her head, linking her arm with mine. "Are you taking me on a date? I thought you couldn't come since you and your friends had a girls-day-out?"

"We did," she responds, beaming at me. "Nathaly needed to go home because her father just returned home unexpectedly. She really missed her dad so much. Plus it was really a boring day. Not until I saw you. Joanna kept complaining about her hair because it's becoming frizzy and I couldn't deal with her. And yeah, I missed you so much. I wanted to see you."

"Aw, my girlfriend is so cute," I say, pinching her cheek, loving how cheeky she is. She gives me a playful glare and I tweak her nose, smiling brightly and she rolls her eyes at me. I sling my arm around her neck, pushing her closer to me and smell her scent. "Do you have plans later? Mom is kind of asking you to join us at the dinner."

"Nope and of course, I'll come to dinner." She chortles, her arm circling around my waist behind my back, and rest her head on my shoulder as we walk through the parking lot, heading to where my blue 2009 Ford Mustang is parked. "I missed Nina, too, you know." She lets out a chuckle and when we reach my car, she immediately slides into the passenger seat as soon as I unlock it. I climb into the driver seat, put the key in the ignition, and turn the engine on. Looking over my shoulder just to check if someone's at the back, I find no one. Pulling away, I shift the gear and in a few minutes, we're now hitting the road.

Julia and I met about a year ago. She was watching one of my basketball games when she stepped into the crowd and my eyes saw her, raked her. Though she wasn't really a big fan of basketball, or sports, at all, she came because her friends insisted her to go to. I was always focused on games that I barely had time to search for a girl, a girl that would understand everything that I do and will do. It had come to a point where my teammates teased me for being such a lover-less man, and they sometimes teased me, telling me that I was gay. There's no homophobic slur at it, considering that some of the students here are out and proud, and nobody's really touching them. Our school is open to those third genders (it exists, right?) (gay or lesbian or whatever their sexuality is), and we protect them. There's even an LGBT+ club here in our school, with the aim to protect each one of them and help them.

So when Julia came in and had met me, I knew that I had a thing for her. There was this feeling inside my tummy that wouldn't go away; there was this nagging feeling that I had to make her mine; that I had to get her. My heart was racing at that time and I was becoming a mess because she was just a girl yet I couldn't bring myself to speak with her. When we won, there was an after party, and Julia was there, hanging out with her girlfriends and when she saw me, our eyes meeting halfway, she blushed. I knew she was interested at me as I was at her yet we couldn't bring ourselves to make a first move. I knew that I should be the one doing that but hey, when it came to Julia I was a bit coward. Well, I was a huge coward.

We hung out with our respective friends; we spent our night, thinking whether it was right to make a move. She kept glancing at me and I kept glancing back and I thought to myself: hey, when do you plan to ask her out, you piece of chicken nugget?! I mustered up a courage to ask her out, to ask her if she was interested on me yet my feet were glued to the ground. It wasn't until when a friend of mine (Romeo) knew of Julia. Romeo introduced Julia to me and I to her, and it was awesome. After I knew her name, I thought that it's the most amazing name ever invented – I knew that I was being bias but I couldn't care less. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen that night, and I still see her as that every single day.

Later that night we kept talking and talking and finally I grew a pair and asked her out. She was silent for a moment but later broke into a grin as she nodded her head yes, her jet black hair bouncing. She was wearing a white floral dress, her skirt was neither too short nor high, just average. Her smooth jet black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, highlighting her rosy cheeks. She wore white sandals. Julia wasn't really famous at our school; she was just a normal girl, striving to study hard and achieve her life goals. Compared to the most girls in the cheerleading squad team, they were nothing against her. Julia was – is – everything to me. She told me the things she liked, she loved, her favorites, her fears, and she told me about her family and friends, about her dream. The whole time she was talking, I was, like, love-struck staring at her, like she was the most prestigious award everyone could ever have, that everyone dreams to have. That night she was like the star. Our basketball team had won the game, but it felt like I was celebrating a different occasion. After having fun, I brought her home, driving her to home with my 2009 Ford Mustang and that's when I knew of her house. Every single day I was driving her from home to school and from school to her home. Until today. And then we started dating after a month of getting to know her. And I was the happiest guy alive that day when she answered me yes after confessing that I was so into her and if it was okay if I would become her boyfriend. Day after day, night after night, I kept thinking about her. We were now a thing, a boyfriend-girlfriend thing, and every day, whenever I thought of it, it was making me happy. So happy. Up to this day we never say the 'L' word because we weren't sure. We aren't sure. I love you, those are a powerful words and we don't know yet if what we have is a lifetime thing. Of course I imagine myself marrying her in the future, but it's still blurry. She feels the same thing. Though it's possible to happen, us marrying each other, there are still a lot of people who can meet. But we only hope the same thing: we hope we get stuck with each other as long as possible.

"What are you thinking?" she asks me as I pull over in front of her house, a two-story house.

Smiling at her, I lean forward and plant a kiss on her forehead. "Just the day I met you and when you said yes after I confessed how much I wanted you."

My girlfriend blushes, hiding her face with her jet black hair. I stretch my arm out and tuck a strand of her hair beneath her ear, admiring her face and her baby blue eyes. She leans forward and kisses me on the lips, and I feel the spark, and it feels so good. She pulls away immediately, which makes me pout, and laughs. "You shouldn't have changed the color of your hair; I love it when it was dyed dark brown, but now, it's completely black now. Dark brown compliments your lovable, cute, and awesome chocolate brown eyes."

"So you don't think I'm awesome and cute now?" I tease, arching a brow at her, pouting.

She laughs, shaking her head. "No, you're still awesome and cute." She leans forward again and captures my lips with hers; I rest my palm at the back of her neck, pushing closer, ravishing her minty lips, and it's awesome. We both pull away, breathless. "You should go home and rest. You're probably tired after that game. But before you sleep, make sure you clean yourself out, okay?" I nod like a little kid, beaming at her. "Text me when you get home. Bye! See you tomorrow at school! Don't pick me up. Nathaly said that she'd pick me up instead because she wants to know my opinion about a dress and it's urgent, according to her." She rolls her eyes at the end of her sentence and waves me good-bye. I smile, shaking my head and shifting the gear again, moving forward.