A good month and a half have passed by in a blink, things between Newton and I have been smooth even a bit flirtatious at times. But every time I look at him, I remember what I did, I don’t know if I should pull it up now or wait but it is starting to eat away at my very thoughts. The only good thing being the book my Ma sent me. Sneakily getting it into his stuff was easier said than done.
But he seems to be reading it, though only when he thinks I’m asleep under the dim light of his phone under the blankets. Every so often he’ll look over at me, face redder than the cherry, I don’t know if I should just kiss him now and see what happens.
I think he’s getting the jest of it though; I hope.
The afternoon sun leaks through the pillars as my heels clicked with every step. The cool air a calming change to the barren heat. From the corner of my eye, I can see Garrett his back to me as he talks to a few fresh Upstairs girls. One of the most ridiculous names I’ve heard yet, since the old club got ratted on two weeks ago. Shrugging, I walk past eyes landing on my back as I stride into class.
Newton is leaned forward eyes glued to the book a soft blush against his cheeks as his eyes drew over to the door. Pushing the book closed as our eyes met a smirk crawling over my features as I place my books on the seat beside him.
“Morning Nerd, guess we’ll be in the same class the rest of this term.” The teasing under tone he seemed to catch as he shakes his head. Pulling the book under the desk and against his leg.
“Yeah, you’re Professor I heard g- got into some hot water.” Grabbing his notebook, the teacher enters a tight-lipped frown upon their face Jackson right behind her. Mister high and mighty piece of shit passes our desks a sharp glare on his features as his hand skims over Newton’s notebook knocking it to the floor as he scales the stairs quickly.
The loud thud makes everyone turn as someone had so conveniently placed the teacher’s pointer stick just enough to trip the pompous ass onto his knees. Chuckles ruptured through the room like a bunch of children as he stands up straight to dust himself off glaring everyone down the best he can. Snatching up the pointer he hands it over to the teacher who holds their hand out to take it.
“Thank you, Jackson, please find your seat.”
Doing so Newton grabs his notebook off the floor and fixes himself, opening the pages as the lesson begun. Through the mumbled words the scratching of Newton’s pencil draws my attention an idea popping into my head as he scribbled down the notes almost transfixed on every word. Which most likely he was as I smiled softly.
‘He’s got to be cute, why’s he got to be cute.’
Placing my hand against his upper thigh a surprised look dances over my eyes as his usual jumpy behavior all but disappeared. Instead, his leg raises a bit as I go to lift my hand meeting it a bit in the air as he drops it back down.
After a good hour the teacher lets us go the time all but flying by as I took my hand from his leg. Slipping something into his pocket as I stand, out of the corner of my eye Newton’s confused expression meets me. Smirking, I make my way out into the hall he isn’t all to quick to catch up. Probably staring the paper down like the black plague or something.
Moving towards the courtyard some people are already chilling out the nice breeze something to enjoy as I scan the open field for a comfortable place to sit. After a few minutes, I’m tempted to go back and see what’s taking his sweet ass time but before I could move Newton is plopping himself in front of me with the most confused look he could muster.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” The question falls from those lips a movement over his shoulder catches my eyes. Garrett and Jackson are mumbling and eyeing us a long scar against his body visible a reminder of what he had tried to do. Snapping out of it when Newton coughs.
“Huh, oh yeah almost forgot.” I joke trying to lighten the strained mood that made itself known. Leaning back against the grass but the mood all but lifts as the calming chatter around us. “Tonight, I really don’t want to bring it up, but I got to be talked about sooner or later.” Giving me a confused look, I wave at him and continue, “But another reason I asked you to meet me out here was to see if maybe.” Looking up at the cloud filled sky I kind of pause before continuing as Newton leans back. “Would you like to go to that new Pizza joint I kept hearing about? It is way different than the one in our town and what I keep hearing has me curious. Maybe their as good as Aunt Margie’s.”
‘Oh gods, I’m rambling. Hopefully he gets the jest of what I just said.’
The tightness in my chest is painful as the silence between us is deafening. Newton watches me for a minute before stuttering out.
“Y-yeah, sounds good.”
‘HOLY SHIT!! YES!!’
My hear unclenches thudding against my eardrums, I try my darndest not to jump forward to pull his face into a kiss but instead my fingers dig into the grass behind me.
“Cool. What do you say about after class?”, “What about now?” He quickly retorts catching me off guard as I sit upright. “Since we don’t got classes until three or four it gives us about five or so hours to kill.” He shrugs, turning to look away his face a light dusted red.
“Sounds like a plan.” Getting up, I gather my stuff once more and he follows close behind. Rushing off to go put our stuff back in our room we head back out towards the bus station.
Pulling up, we pull into the seat and sit in silence almost calming instead of my heartbeat against my eardrums.
Reaching the shopping districts downtown area the soft glowing light of the Pizzeria comes into view. The interior was nice, brick walls with hanging loose vines, soft lamplights, and checkered tables through the window.
“Table for two?” The waiter at the front of the building questions us behind the podium. Newton nods as the waiter picks up two menu’s and leads us inside. Reaching a table, we take our seats and scan over the menu’s he places before us. “When you two are ready please do not hesitate to call me over.” The name ‘Henry’ Written in strong cursive on the name tag. Turning he walks away as I look to the menu.
“Holy shit, look at this.” Leaning forward I point at Newton’s menu towards a stuff crust all meat pizza. “Wonder if its as good as Margie’s, man I miss her pizza.” I sigh with a smile. Looking back towards the menu, I can only make out the side glances from under the menu from him.
‘I wonder if he has reached the obsession part of the book yet?’
Came to mind as I catch his eyes. “Ready?” He nods lowering the menu as I look back to find out waiter. Giving the waiter our order, he turns to walk away.
“So, what’s got you all no-talkie today? Your kind of worrying me.”, “Well, I-um. You know that book you tried to sneak into my stuff about Incubus’ and all.” Nodding the smirk that pulled from my face making Newton lean forward to hit my shoulder. “Don’t give me that look.” He tries to play off the bright blush with a joking attitude which is not helping him one bit.
“What about it? I’m surprised it took you this long to tell me you noticed. What gave it away?” I joke back folding my arms over my chest and leaning back. Newton lays his head on the table.
“What you want to talk about tonight, does it have something to do with that? About you’re-“ Newton pauses he taps his fingers against the table as he lifts his head to look at me. “Obsession?”
“Maybe, you’ll have to wait and find out later.” I chuckle, suddenly his head pivots towards the window eyes transfixing outside to the bustling crowd. “What’s wrong?”
“Something- MOVE!” He shouts pushing me from the chair and onto the floor the open window before us shatters and scatters into a sharp pieces across the ground a large wolf scrambling to its feet as soon as our table became nothing more then a splinters. Flying through the double doors, I go to sit up arms tightening around me.
“What the fuck?” I question, looking back Newtons eyes are a soft mix of deep brown and gold against the irises as he seems to reluctantly let me go. “Are you okay?”
“They are running from something, someone.” Newton’s voice is low as I help him up to his feet the waiter rushing over profusely asking if we were okay.
“Yeah, were fine shaken but fine.” I tell them, “Not the weirdest thing to happen to us during dinner.” I chuckle which seems to lift the mood a bit as the waiter nods. “Could we just get our food to go please?” The question makes the waiter nod a little to furiously as he whips around to rush back towards the kitchen. Two waiters and a waitress come over to clean up, one of the waiters got a phone against his shoulder talking to someone in a different language. Almost a low whisper as our to-go plates is handed off to us.
“On the house from the head cook himself. Please have a wonderful date.” That makes Newton blink for a second his face brightening up as I nod, turning and taking him out the door.
“Come on, let’s go find a spot somewhere and enjoy this before it gets cold.” Leaving the Pizzeria, we find a spot next to some trees to sit and eat.
“Pretty good.” Newton comments, throwing the now empty plates into the nearest trashcan.
“Agreed, second to Aunt Margie’s.” The chuckle that pulls from his lips makes my heart soar as we start walking around.
“How the hell do you even remember what Aunt Margie’s taste like? We haven’t been there since we were like what? Ten. I think it was your birthday.”, “Was that before or after you threw up from eating to much cheese?” Hitting my arm, the laughter busts out loud and clear.
“Shut it! I was excited okay!” He groans, “Couldn’t even stay in my seat.” He grumbles the smile staying on his face before dropping all together confusion taking hold. Following his gaze I spot Garrett and one of those girls he was talking to earlier making a bit of a scene more or less.
“Can I throw up now?” I groan placing my pointer finger against my open mouth as he meets my eyes smirking all the while. “Why the hell is he even here anyway?” The low growl meets my ears and I turn my gaze to Newton who if looks could kill his canines would already be tearing Garrett apart. Taking either side of his face I make him look at me. “Hey, keep your eyes on me will you?”
“H-Huh?” The noise falls from his lips as his deep forest greens turned to me, a soft smirk coming to my face as my brain screams to kiss him now. But I can wait, I’ve waited this long I can wait a little more.
“Don’t wolf out on me here.” I chuckle and for a moment Newton just stares like a deer in headlights the cogs turning as his brain tries to register what I’m talking about, and when it does, he pulls back from my hands cursing and lifting his hand to his face. Leaning his back against the nearest tree as he mumbled.
“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me there.” The apology is quickly motioned with a flick of the bird towards Garratt, my hands moving towards my mouth to cover the snort that shot forth. Shaking my head, I pull one away to swat at his offending hand.
“Stop! You’re going to get us caught.” I whisper yell trying and failing to hold back the laughter as Newton draws his hand back. Shrugging, I try to compose myself for a minute before taking him by the arm and pulling him from the tree. “Now as funny as that was, I think it’s time for us to head back.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Newton responds his face a nice red as we walk past them and towards the bus area a sharp look coming from Garrett as we disappear. Perhaps next time we can do this with a little less Garrett and rogue dinner crashing werewolves, and a little more relaxing and good food. Maybe.
***
‘Did I actually growl at Garrett? Why the hell did I do that? He wasn’t doing anything to cause that response, was he? What in the hell is going on?’
Reaching campus, the evening sun basking the campus in soft shadows Derek all but pulling from my side as he waves himself off in the direction of his next class. Returning the wave until his dark mop of hair was gone down the columns my arm drops, and I turn to head back to our room. Unlike Garrett, I can’t magically poof my books into my hands like a fucking magician even if it was convenient.
Gathering my books from my room a new thought clenches my brain. ‘I need to call my mom.’ So many questions drown my brain as I walk to class.
‘Had dad’s wolf ever just took over like that when they started seeing each other? Wait, What?! What the hell am I saying? Derek and I aren’t seeing each other never have and never will!’
Falling back into my seat as soon as I enter class my fingers dig through my hair pushing my glasses up into my hair. Underneath my palm my blurry eyes spot the book Derek had snuck into my stuff. The curiosity that makes home behind all the confusion is too tempting.
‘I got a few minutes.’
At a young age Derek’s mother was very thorough about what type of Incubus Derek was, about one day he would soon have an obsession. Someone so drilled into his head that nothing or nobody else would be able to satisfy him.
‘Could it be like a mate to a wolf? Someone you can’t get out of your head no matter how hard you tried?’
“He can’t, can he?” I mumble as the Professor strides into the room a large stack of papers in his arms as I shove the book back under one of the textbooks. My mind wonders as class droned on, I could barely keep my mind off the dread that warped around my shoulders. The next conversation we have is going to be something, that’s for sure.
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