MOONLIGHT ENCOUNTERS

NO FEELINGS

GABRIELLA’S POV

After munching away, I bid ciao to Hannah and Ryan, heading to the library for some reading before my next class.

Seeking a quiet corner, I plonked my bag on a table at the end. The library was serene, as expected, but surprisingly sparse on students.

The rear where I settled was even more hushed. Browsing the shelves, I hunted for a book to dive into.

Finally spotting one I fancied, it slipped from my grasp and hit the floor. Retrieving it, I gazed down to find... oh, Mr. Werewolf, or should I say 'Jason.'

His eyes bore into mine, devoid of any warmth, so icy. I pondered what thoughts lingered behind that gaze.

Frankly, I couldn't care less now; with his legion of admirers, I might just be another girl in his game, and I refuse to be the fresh face that becomes his latest plaything, especially to the campus heartthrob.

"Are you following me now?" I quizzed, giving him a cold stare, showing zero interest in his presence.

"I should be asking you that," he retorted, his tone devoid of emotion, exuding a rather intimidating aura.

"Yeah, right, whatever helps you doze off at night," I pushed him away, refusing to give him the attention he craved.

However, he gripped my hands, effortlessly guiding me back as if I were weightless.

"Darling, I don't sleep at night, but maybe you could assist me," he whispered, drawing closer until I could feel his breath on my face, igniting a warmth in my cheeks and throat. His effect on me was undeniable, and he was well aware, but I was determined not to let him think he had the upper hand.

"I'd rather hit a party than aid your nocturnal activities. Hold on... who do you take me for? Huh? Some girl who'd worship the ground you walk on just because you're easy on the eyes?" I instantly regretted those words as soon as they escaped my lips.

Oh, damn, why did I have to go and compliment his looks? My eyes widened as I realized the slip-up I made . He smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"So you think I look 'really good,' huh?" he teased, that smirk of his begging for a slap.

"I don't beat around the bush; if I see something, I call it," I blurted out, knowing full well I was feeding him a line. The desire to help him sleep took over my thoughts.

I envisioned reading him stories, singing lullabies until he drifted off in my arms, watching him sleep peacefully, his handsome face in the morning.

The idea of waking up to his kisses all over me sent my head spinning.

"Hmm, your face tells a different story, and you're a terrible liar," he remarked, calling out my obvious attraction.

"Why? Because I'm not chasing after you like the others?" he prodded, adding fuel to the fire.

"And trust me, it only makes you hotter, Orange," he continued, catching me off guard with the unexpected compliment.

Wait, did he just say I'm hot? Is this real or am I dreaming? No, can't let his sweet talk mess with my head.

"Hot, huh? Didn't think you knew that word," I retorted, trying to play it cool, but deep down, his words stirred something within me.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Orange; I'm still the one calling the shots," he asserted dominantly, likening me to a wolf in his pack.

I couldn't take any more of his games.

I swiftly declared, "You're so full of yourself, and FYI, you don't intimidate me... at all. Got it? Now, if you don't mind, I had better things to do." With that, I made my exit, needing to clear my head from his bewildering presence.

I overheard him mutter, "You wish," from behind, but I brushed it off.

Escaping his presence was a relief; he exuded such an intimidating aura, even though I attempted to appear strong.

My facade of toughness won't hold up for long, but I'll persist until it fades. I won't allow him to toy with my emotions as if I'm a newfound interest. If he's up for a game of toughness, then I'm ready to play along.

Round two awaits, as I gear up for that party tonight.