The Bad Boy Is A Werewolf

Chapter Four

Chapter 4

My heart felt at ease with Zolton right next to me. I don’t know what it was but for some reason, the warmth of his hand in mine made me at ease. My heart thumped as though I was going to have a heart attack at any given moment. Was I getting sick?

Soon the class ended as everyone stood up one after the other heading towards the exit of the classroom. He pulled me down the hallway, towards my locker gaining the unwanted stares of the people around us. Zolton seemed like a completely bewitched person. Just a couple of hours earlier he was looking around with the same lost look in his eyes, and now he suddenly had a change of demeanour and not any demeanour, but that of a lost puppy.

Everyone stared in disbelief. Well, I wouldn't blame them. This sudden change of behaviour displayed by the mysterious bad boy was that of affection. Which in the eyes of everyone including me was mind-boggling? Though he kept a straight face, his aura and behaviour said otherwise.

We came to a stop in front of my locker as I packed my books away. Looking for the subjects I needed to get my work done, I could feel him staring a hole into the side of my face. Turning towards him, a warm smile plastered its way on his face as his eyes softened towards me. This whole thing was foreign to me. Being a child that only really gets affection from her parents, I never really had an opportunity to feel what it's like to be looked at with such…loving (?) eyes. Somehow, feeling his gaze, I felt id become some grand beauty.

Closing my locker after taking the books and notes that I needed, I heard him clear his throat trying to capture my attention. He took my hand in his before smiling yet again. Though id never been in love or loved someone for that matter, he looked like a 13-year old who experienced his first love.

"Don't forget, tonight at seven. Okay?" he reminded me yet again. He was indeed set on taking me out.

What baffled me the most was, why? Why would he ask me, the most unattractive human being on planet earth to go out on a date? There so many girls who would die to simply receive a second glance from him, so why? It just made no sense whatsoever.

"Yes Zolton, for the hundredth time, I won't forget." I exaggerated with a warm smile.

He might be playing with me, that I won't know until our date tonight. But even so… I just wanted this feeling to last a little bit longer.

I wanted this foreign feeling of being …wanted, to last a little longer.

The grin that was displayed in his face only got wider as though he took in my answer with both his heart and soul.

"Okay," he said still smiling.

My heart felt as though it was about to melt. These feelings felt so rushed. Was it because this was my first outing with someone who might like me? To think of it, it was unlike me to simply accept the request of a man I had only known well for a day, but here I was. If anything I would have ignored him and never risked my heart getting hurt.

"Okay, I'm going to head home now. Bye Zolton." I said waving as I walked away from him.

A feeling of longing washed over me as I continued to walk. My feelings were getting jumbled up. Was this what they meant by there’s a thin line between like and l**t?

I got home, opening the door. The house stood still. I guess I'm alone again. I walked upstairs to my bedroom. My shoes on the ground echoing through the empty house. I opened my bedroom door and flopped onto the bed.

Zolton.

His name embedded its way into my head and wouldn’t disappear. It was like he had a hold on me. Looking at the time I sighed impatiently, It was still quite early to get ready. Trying to free my mind of all the distractions I pulled out my work like the typical nerd I am, funny right? And finished the pending homework. My concentration span shortened quite drastically today as my mind kept drifting off to thoughts of him.

I continued to keep glancing towards the clock on my study table, just waiting for time to speed up, for time to come for our date. Just thinking about tonight had me blushing with butterflies swarming in my stomach.

My first date.

I put my head on the table as I groaned annoyed at my childish behaviour. I set an alarm for a few hours to get ready and flopped on my bed yet again. I closed my eyes and his face was imprinted in my mind. His ice blue-grey eyes were what stood out most. It was different … Unique.

My eyes began to droop and I began feeling tired. I let out a yawn and turned to my side as I allowed sleep to overtake me.

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My alarm rang as I groaned. What was two and a half hours only felt like 10 minutes. My mind was too preoccupied to sleep comfortably. I felt a migraine come along as I got up top get some water.

I walked in the bathroom taking a shower once I was done and dressed. I did my hair and slipped on a pair of black heels to match the black knee leg then dress I was wearing. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was one of the fanciest dresses I owned. What a sad closet I owned.

I couldn’t do makeup, and it was in this moment I wished I had paid more attention to shows and the people around me on how to apply makeup so I could’ve at least looked a bit more decent. I put on a bit of gloss and eyeliner and grabbed my purse walking downstairs to the living room, waiting for the doorbell to ring in anxiousness.

And as soon as it did I jumped up looked at myself in the mirror by the living room and walked to open the door.

Opening the door knocked the air out of me. Before me stood Zolton. Dressed in a suit his hair still messed up and his ice-blue-grey eyes staring at me. And to say he looked hot was an understatement. He looked beyond that.

"Wow, Victoria, you look… beautiful," he said making my heart skip a beat.

I stared at him like a lost cause before getting my composure back. "t-thank you, and you don't look bad yourself." I said as heat spread across my face.

"Well, uh, shall we?” he asked. It was relieving to see that I wasn’t the only one feeling nervous.

"Sure." I smiled. He intertwined our fingers and led me to his really expensive-looking car. Did he rent one? Or did it belong to his parents?

He opened the door for me and I said a soft thank you, closing the door for me he walked over to his side. The car roared to life and he pulled out of the driveway and soon we were off to a night worth remembering.

Well, at least that’s what I hoped.

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