Chapter Four- Doggie
Spencer's house wasn't the most extravagant, but it was by far nicer than any I'd seen. There was a basketball hoop in the driveway, followed by a freshly-mowed lawn. The front facade of the house was all bricks, reminding me somewhat of a cottage. I tramped around to the sides of the house in search of Spencer's room.
Jess was kind enough to give me Spencer's address, which I thanked her over and over again for. I couldn't sit back and wait for her return; I needed her in my sight. I spotted those scarlet curls through the window on the left, grinning like an idiot. She was sprawled out on her queen-size bed, half of her face obscured by a pillow. She was so beautiful, so utterly perfect, that I had to restrain myself from phasing back, shoving the window open, and taking her into my arms.
I detested the fact that she lived so far away. There were probably an abundance of other guys that were waiting for just the right moment to snatch her from me. Spencer was mine; mine and mine alone! I couldn't help but long to keep her with me at all times so that no harm would come her way. But of course, I couldn't. My Spencer had a life here. I couldn't just take all of that away. Besides, she...she didn't seem interested in me, anyways.
That, right there, was what caused the keen sting in my chest.
I loved her...she was my everything. While I was so joyful when in her company, I could sense Spencer's aversion when she was in mine. She hated me, I was sure of it. That killed me. I wanted her. I needed her! Didn't she feel anything at all? Wasn't that how imprinting worked?
I whined at my thoughts and regretted it immediately, for Spencer's eyes languidly drew open. Furrowing her brows, she tumbled out of bed. Was she heading for the window? Yes, yes she was. How was she even aware of where the sound came from? Did Jess visit her so often that it was routine for her to hear something and stagger forward to let her in?
She opened the window, groggily peering at me. "Doggie," she murmured, leisurely patting me on the head. Her touch felt so comforting, so right. I sighed contently. "You're a big doggie, aren't you?" Spencer yawned. "I've always wanted a dog. Mom won't let me because she says that we don't have room." Her eyelids fluttered as she scratched behind my ear. I was in pure ecstasy. Spencer was fucking adorable! That amiableness that she displayed was all for me. I couldn't have been happier!
"You wanna be my doggie?" she grinned lazily, gesturing to her bed and she stumbled back to it. I crouched, then pounced into her room. I joined her on the bed, feeling a bit remorseful. My Spencer was half asleep and hadn't any idea of what she was doing, yet I took advantage of the situation anyways. Didn't that make me an awful imprinter? At that moment, snuggled up beside her with my snout buried in her curls, I didn't give a flying fuck.
[Author's Note] Yes, I know, short and stupid. But this chapter does serve a purpose. It does!
