Chapter 20

I wanted to cry. We've been looking for my pouch for almost 20 minutes now. Well, I AM the one looking. Looks like Mr. flirty here enjoyed holding my hand and following me around.

"Is that it?" he said while pointing at something. I looked at where it is and goodness gracious. This piece of walking sh*t is actually useful.

"IT IS!!!!" I shouted and ran towards the pouch which he was dragged along. I picked it up, I left it here on the rooftop, it probably fell of when we heard the alarm. I f*cking panicked.

"Come on, let's go back." I said and neither of us are letting go then so be it. I'd rather hold his hand than be raped.

The whole time we are searching, its a miracle that I didn't hear him complain. He probably is high and...

He's so warm.

"OH COME ON FYLA! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!" I said in my mind. For the first time I decided to take a glance at him. D*mn. Why are they so tall?! JUST WHY?! He doesn't have that big build but I could clearly see that his muscles are toned well. How did I know that? Guess what? He's wearing a tight torn white shirt with blood stains, torn jeans and his other hand is in the form of becoming a wolf. So basically he is dressed as a werewolf. I could see that his eyes are blue, looks like he wore fake fangs because he pouts and I do love his tanned skin. I was fascinated by this creature beside me. Is he even real???

"Done looking?" he said and smirked.

"W-what?" I asked and I just realized that we're in an abandoned room. What?! WHEN?!!! AM I THAT IMMERSED IN LOOKING AT HIM THAT I DIDN'T KNOW HE LEAD ME IN THIS ROOM?! FOR F*CKS SAKE FYLA!

I was mesmerized by this unknown creature.

He closed the distance between us and now I am locked in this stupid corner. Funny, our hands are still clasped together. Strength? You might want to come out. I couldn't hear a thing except the rapid and loud beating of my heart.

"H-hey—" I was about to say something when someone entered the room. He pushed his body and pressed me on the wall so that the shadows could eat us. I could feel his slow breathing and the rise and fall of his chest.

"King is nowhere to be seen." one man said.

"He's probably making out with someone he just met." the other man said.

"Poor girl..." the other man said. AM I THAT POOR GIRL?! IS THIS THE MAN THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT?! WHY DO I FEEL THAT IT IS HIM?!

"Goodluck to her. Princess is a real bitch." the other man said and they left. PRINCESS?! YOU MEAN MY CLASSMATE?! IS HE HER BOYFRIEND?!

"Oh how lucky am I eh?!" I said in my mind. Might as well die tonight and become a gadd*mn cursed ghost.

I pushed him slightly because I couldn't breathe anymore.

"Getting hot?" he asked.

"No. Getting cold actually. Could we go now?!" I said.

"I am King. Just a nobody. 2nd Year." he said.

"I don't care. I am leaving."

"I heard that wolves marks what they own." he added. I looked at him irritated.

"So wha—hm!"

Asshole..