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I silently made my way down the hallway, my boots seeming to echo louder than ever. Hopefully they drowned out my heavy, quick heartbeat that pounded in my ears. It had been six months that I made a habit of going to visit Ariana every Thursday after school for tutoring. But this day was special. It my birthday, and I was going to tell her how I felt. No matter how scared I was.
Yeah, imagine me, Lucas Talbot of all people, scared of a little nymph girl. Lucas Talbot, the most feared guy at Homer Academy. A werewolf, much less! But she was too pretty . . . she could pick whatever guy she wanted. Not me. I was big, scary, and mean. She wanted someone gentle and sweet, charming. Like her little leprechaun friend, Red.
Before I knew it, I was standing in front of room 214 A, the room we always met in for tutoring. The door was opened, and the setting sun shone through the windows, giving Ariana just the right glow. She seemed to be putting papers together, too engrossed in her own work to notice that I came in.
I cleared my throat, causing her to jump like a frightened animal. I couldn't help but smirk in amusement. Her glasses were crooked and one of her knee - high socks fell down at her anke. It always puzzled me why she dressed like a Catholic school girl even though there was no uniform here. Whatever, she made it work.
"Oh, Lucas. It's just you," she said, putting her papers down on the teacher's desk to straighten her glasses. "Sit down here and we'll get started, mmkay?"
My heart skipped a beat. Was she not afraid of me? An explosion of happiness burst in my stomach at the very thought. But I shouldn't get my hopes up . . .
I did as she instructed and sat down in a desk that was turned to face another desk. Ariana sat down and smiled at me, once again, my heart skipped.
"Okay, once we," she started, then suddenly stopped, "where are my papers?" she asked, looking around.
I chuckled, obviously amused at the 'absent minded proffessor', pointing at the teacher's desk, where she previously stacked them.
"Oh . . . " she muttered, scurrying over to the desk and grabbing the stack, sitting back down.
We went over several subjects, such as Calculus and Nymph History, which I only took because I wanted to see Ariana.
But once we were done, I finally said something.
"Are you and Red . . . y'know . . . dating?" I asked nervously. I knew they weren't, but I had to bring the dating subject up somehow.
Surprisingly, she laughed. "Oh, no, no, no. Where on Earth did you get that idea?" she asked.
I shrugged. "I dunno, you hang out alot and he seems like the kind of guy you'd be interested in . . . " I mumbled nervously like a small child.
"No. Red is a good friend but . . . nothing more. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious. If he ever hurt you, I'd know who to hunt down."
I could see a light shade of pink tint her creamy skin. "O - Oh . . . You would do that for me? I didn't think you would care that much."
That's when I cracked. All hopes of being smoothe and romantic were lost.
"Didn't think? PFFT. You never seem to notice me staring at you at lunch? Or how I purposely took all of your classes? Not to mention the fact that I've been purposely failing so that you could tutor me, I mean . . . For being a genius, you're pretty clueless."
"B - But you said . . . "
"I said alot of things, Ariana. I'm just surprised you never picked something up. But . . . you are the smartest, prettiest, sweetest, most wonderful girl I have ever met. You're like gold to me, more valuable than anything else. You make me feel things I've never felt before. The way my stomach tightens whenever I see you walk by me, or when my chest feels weightless when I smell your scent. A - And more than anything, I've just wanted you to be mine . . . But . . . it would never work anyway. Nymphs and werewolves aren't exactly kindred spirits, y'know? I honestly don't know why I'm even wasting my breath."
I looked down, I sounded like an idiot. But now I've said it. She finally knows how I feel about her.
It was silent. For a long time. I ran my hand over my buzzed mohawk, a habit I had grown to do when I became nervous.
Finally, the tension became too much and I got up to leave, but just as I was about to walk out of the room, she spoke.
"You know . . . I am a forest nymph. And most see us as ' caretakers of the forest '. And wolves . . . being forest creatures . . . and y - you being a werewolf . . . the connection between those two w - wouldn't be c - completely unethical . . . "
I stopped, not believing what I was hearing. Was she accepting me? Did she feel the same that I felt about her?
I turned, grinning wildly. I ran back to my little brunette, wrapping my arms around her and picking her up out of the desk, crashing my lips against hers.
I couldn't control myself. I was too overcome with joy. I could feel her stiffen against me, which made me worry. But my concern faded when I felt her muscles ease, and her lips responded well to mine.
I had her now. And no one could take her away from me.
 iReggie · Wed Sep 08, 2010 @ 02:01am · 0 Comments |
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