<!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } -->
The way I have this planned there'll be a part after every chapter of My Teacher is a Werewolf, if I have the time to upload. So that way you guys will get to know what Harley and Paxton are thinking. There won't be many parts to this, maybe 9 or 10, unless I get inspired to write more, but hopefully that's how it'll work.
This is short, because I don't have enough time to write everything that I want too.
Starts in Harley's P.o.v.
~~
“Oh come on, its already one o'clock, can't you get your lazy ass up so we can go?!” He chooses to ignore me, burrowing back into the covers and I glare, not that he notices. Damn, wolf boy would sleep all the damn time if you let him, of course I'm not going to let him. “Paxton, please get up.”
He grumbles under his breath, turning in the bed, his legs tangle with mine and as a result I end up laying on top of him, mouths brushing briefly. The touch of his lips on mine lasted only a second before he pulled his head back, eyes snapped shut, jaw tight. That one little touch sent my entire body into a frenzy, left me tingling from head to toe, my mind in a whirl of fantasies that would be so damn embarrassing if he knew.
“Could you get your fat butt off me?” He'd meant the question to be funny, I could hear it, see it in his face, but it only proved to break my heart even more. Couldn't he see how much it was hurting me to be near him like this, to not be able to touch him how I please, to act myself with him?
“Yea, fine, just get your ass up. I'd like to go shopping before dark you know.” I slip out of the bed, barely resisting the urge to jump him, and hurry to the kitchen, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat. How could Paxton not notice that? Was he so self involved that he didn't notice that, with just one look, he sent my heart into overdrive? Or maybe he just didn't care, maybe it was amusing to him to see my reactions, to watch me flit around him like a hormonal teenage girl.
The glass I hadn't realized I had in my hand shatters, spilling water all over the floor. When did I get a glass of water? I need to stop thinking about this, over analyzing his every move does me no good, but I don't know what else to do. Its quite obvious that even if he does love me he has no intention to let me in on that secret, so what am I supposed to do? What happens if I tell him how I feel and it turns out he doesn't feel the same way? I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I lost his friendship, I can deal with him being in my life without him knowing the truth, I hope.
“You gonna clean that up or just glare at it all day?” I jump at the sound of his voice, grab a towel and bend to clean up my mess, without looking in his direction at all. If I look at him, how his shirt and jeans cling to his sculpted body then I'll break. “Harley? What's wrong?”
Nothing, just that you're so damned ignorant that you can't see how much I love you. Moron. “Nothing, I just didn't get that much sleep last night, Lexi was supposed to call me after Logan left but she never did.” Wow, what a brilliant excuse. Its a good thing he doesn't know when I'm lying otherwise I'd be so dead right now.
“Maybe Logan didn't leave.” He says, leaning against the counter, his eyes never straying from my face. Isn't it funny how I know whether or not he's looking at me, even in a room full of people? It doesn't matter how far we are from each other, I can always tell when Paxton's eyes are on me, no matter where he's looking.
“Lexi isn't like those bitches you bring home all the time.” I clamp my mouth shut as soon as the words are out, praying he doesn't hear the anger or the hurt in my voice. Why would it even matter? If my feelings about his 'dating' ever mattered before he wouldn't bring a different girl home every night, knowing that the walls are thin enough for me to hear what exactly they're doing.
