Chapter 3:

"Hey there kiddo." My handsome art teacher greeted me enthusiastically.

"Hi Mr.Wolfe." Damian burst out laughing behind me just as I said this.

"Mr.Wolfe? Dude, you're like 5 minutes older than us." Damian scoffed at his brother, and then turned to me. "Just call him Logan, its weird otherwise." I gave 'Logan' a questioning look.

"Its not weird for her, I'm not her brother." He turned to me and seemed to be sizing me up. "But I guess we'd feel more comfortable around each other if we're on first name basis. Just switch back to Mr.Wolfe in front of other staff."

"Right then." I responded well aware of how unenthusiastic I sounded. We moved on to our seats and began to unpack our materials. I heard a small THUD beside me and noticed Damian had dropped his pencil case, so on reflex I bent down and retrieved it for him. The movement cause my shirt to ride up slightly and I felt Damian's surprisingly warm fingers on my lower back.

"What's this?" he asked, his hands still on my skin.

"Oh, this?" I looked back at the tattoo of a wolf's paw on my lower back. "Oh just a drunken mistake. I remember getting really smashed with my friends one night and then waking up the next morning with a really sore back, and there it was in all its glory." I laughed a little uneasily, unsure about whether he was judging me - not that I care. "You know how that stuff can happen." I dismissed it, but I honestly kinda liked it. It looked pretty damn cool.

Damian and Logan - who had been watching the exchange - glanced at each other warily after my confession. "What?" I asked.

"Oh nothing, I like it." He smiled warmly. But Logan looked a little troubled. Weird.


After class, Damian kindly offered to walk me to the parking lot, which I of course accepted. We were making our way towards my car when suddenly a guy in a motorcycle stopped in front of us. None other than Blake, my make out buddy from this morning, took off his helmet and lit a cigarette.

Okay, I don't care what anyone says, but that is freaking cool. Sure, the cigarettes will make him stink and give him yellow teeth; and sure, the bike is dangerous as hell and he'll probably end up killing himself. But dammit, he looked amazing.

"Hey babe," he drawled in that husky voice of his. "Want a ride?" I have to admit I was tempted, but I quickly scolded myself. Remembering my thoughts this morning, I realised that I have to stop giving in to assholes like Blake. I don't want to be that girl anymore, I thought to myself. I want to be better than that, I want to deserve better.

I was saved from having to respond by a low growl that came from beside me. Wait, what? A growl?? I looked over at Damian who was giving Blake a fierce glare.

"She's fine," Damian said in a low, dangerous voice. The possessiveness he was showing annoyed me a little, but I really didn't want to deal with Blake, so I let Damian steer me away from him anyway.

Chapter 4:

In the days that followed, I found myself drawn into a comfortable routine. School did not become any more entertaining, but I didn't really hate it either. I even found myself becoming amiable with Lisa and Amy, who had proceeded to introduce me to various other equally dull yet friendly students. As we sat eating our lunch on Wednesday afternoon, I saw Damian walking past our table and found myself wondering where he spent his breaks. He didn't spend much time in the cafeteria, and I didn't know about any other 'hang out' zones.

"God, that boy is gorgeous!" Lisa gushed. I looked over and found her gazing after Damian's retreating form.

"I know right," Amy responded. "He's like totally weird though. I don't get him. I can still appreciate the view though." she commented oh so intelligently. Not. I rolled my eyes and fought the urge to gag. Like he'd ever be interested in girls as ridiculously obnoxious as them anyway. Whoa. I mentally slapped myself for that thought, what do I care who he does or doesn't like?

I hope I'm not starting to like him, I thought to myself. Whenever I like a guy we always end up hooking up and then the friendship is totally ruined. I never seem to be able to hold a stable relationship because my feelings never advance from a certain point. Books are liars. Boys' kisses don't give you butterflies, and no matter what Edward and Bella say, 17 year olds never want to spend eternity with each other. It just doesn't happen, our feelings are too volatile.

I have a lot of fun with Damian, he keeps art interesting, so I cant let myself like him as more than that. I'm already breaking my rule about friends with him, so if I can't care about him, I wont allow myself to lust after him either.