"You Are Mine Little Bird, and I Am Your Alp...
As I made my way toward the auditorium, wearing my blue skinny jeans, black and white Nike's, and T-shirt saying "Shit Ain't Personal; Just Business", I noticed the future alpha of the pack staring me down. Ashton Fox. Like, a full on, heated glare. What have I done to him to make him stare?
I just shoot him a look and keep walking.
And then he growls..
A chill runs down my spine, but I shake it off.
A split second later, my best friend Jackson bounds over and drapes his arm protectively around me, pulling me against him. The hell?
Aware of Ashton's glaring, Jackson nuzzles my hair; a gesture that asks if I'm okay. I nod.
I'm pretty sure that a second growl comes from Ashton's direction..
What is wrong with Ash these days? I used to be best fiends with him when we were younger. I miss the protective, possessive, fun-loving alpha boy from grade school. One time, in 4th grade, I fell on the pavement during a game of tag, and scraped my knee. Ashton ran over to me, scooped me up like I weighed nothing, and carried me----no ran me to the nurse....all the while trying to calm me down. I was crying my eyes out.
He was in 6th grade then, but still..
I guess he grew up. Oh well...I shouldn't dwell.
My sixteenth birthday is tomorrow, and that's when I'll officially be able to sense my mate...