Seth was so needy for that whole weekend. I'd always wake up in his cage of muscular arms. He'd never let me go anywhere by myself. I even had to use the bathroom with the door open. He'd always be within five feet of me and every few minutes he'd tell me that he loves me.
I actually tried to run when Seth was taking a piss. As soon as I heard that stream of urine hit the toilet water, I bolted towards the front door, but of course with his werewolf speed, Seth beat me to it and punished me by making me sit on his lap for an entire three hours! It sucked! He'd fidget every now and then and smell my hair and tell me he wanted me so badly.
I miss the old Seth who would make lame jokes and write mean comments on the photos of my classmates in my yearbook. I miss when I'd come to him when I was lonely or feeling down. I hate now that I'm terrified of him and his love for me.
I could never get that rape kit. After the shower, any of Seth's DNA would have been washed off and he didn't bruise me up, so it'd be my word against his if I pressed charges. Then after he goes to jail, I'd have nowhere to go. I could move in with Tracey, but in a sick way, I like living with Seth because I still have love for him. He's all I have. In the long run, I know that I can't let these past few days ruin my life. Who knows? Maybe I do have the capability of loving Seth back. I'm just not ready right now.
MONDAY
The new high school opened three weeks ago. The district had ordered that another one be built last year due to the over-crowding. I have to admit that I was pretty happy that this decision was made. I was so tired of having to share my chemistry textbook with that stupid Cyndi. She always wrote in it saying how much she loved her new flavor of the month, which I got blamed for. So just imagine poor me sitting there trying to look up the definition for acidic solution, but I keep finding Mrs. Andrew Johnson or Mrs. Jorge Gonzales.
Thank God now I get to have my own textbooks. I just wish that we had lockers at this new school. I hate having to carry all my stuff around. Seth got mad once when he saw me struggling to carry five textbooks one day. He said that it was bad for my heath, so he actually encouraged me to blow off my homework.
The bell rang, telling us to go to our last class of the day. I strolled to chemistry: the most stupid class ever! I went and sat down in my desk near the back of the class. I always preferred to sit in the back. There, you could see notes getting passed, read others' texts, and fake attention to the teacher.
I looked forward as the new substitute teacher, Mr. Bennett, began to write some chemical equations on the whiteboard. "So if we have three atoms of chlorine on the reactant side of the equation, how many do we have on the product side?" he asked us. Three.
Nobody raised their hand to answer the question. It was typical: the ones who didn't know didn't want to look stupid and the ones who did know didn't want to look like nerds.
"How about…Lola?" Mr. Bennett called on me.
"Three," I answered.
"Nerd!" coughed Jason Richmond, who sat right in front of me. Jason was the quarter-back of the football team, automatically earning him the title of Homecoming and Prom King. All three of those high school royalties went to his head. He always made fun of those he viewed less than him, which happened to be a majority of the student body, including me. Jason was one of those rich white kids with the desirable blue eyes and blonde spiky hair. His biceps had all the girls drooling over him, wishing that he'd look at them for at least five seconds or say "hey." I hate to admit that I was one of those girls last year, but once Seth found out about my crush, he did everything to prove to me that Jason isn't worthy of love. He went so far as to take secret pictures of him smoking pot to discourage me.
"That's enough Mr. Richmond," Mr. Bennett snapped, looking rather annoyed. His face got kind of red and he clenched his fists. That's odd.
Mr. Bennett then turned back to the board and continued on with his assignment from the teacher for the rest of the period. I really don't understand why he would want to become a substitute teacher. He had the features to become a male model. He had that whole chiseled jaw thing going on with spiky brown hair. I've never seen a teacher with spiky hair before, so knew that Mr. Bennett was something different. His gray eyes smiled when I walked into the classroom, and his bulk got all energetic. I think that Mr. Bennett used to be a bodybuilder when he was eighteen or something. I don't know, but he's definitely my favorite sub so far. I wonder why he never taught here before? I mean sure, the school's new, but I didn't see him at the old one either. Perhaps he just graduated.
"Lola," Darren Bentley, the new guy who sits to my left, said.
I turned to face him. "Yea?"
"What's the answer to question number fifteen?"
I looked down at the worksheet we were assigned for homework. "Tungsten," I replied.
Darren turned back to his work and wrote down the fake answer I gave him. I know it's kind of a douche bag thing to pick on the new guy, but someone's got to do it. And since Seth ruined my whole weekend, I needed to pick on someone really badly.
For the rest of the class, we just worked on that dumb worksheet, going over the answers. Mr. Bennett told us to just keep it because he didn't know where our actual teacher wanted him to put it on his desk. I wouldn't disagree with that logic; plus it gave me an extra day to finish.
Darren sniffed, most likely due to his allergies, and then he turned to look at me.
"You smell really sweet. Is that your perfume?" he asked.
That's sort of an odd thing to say. "No, I don't wear perfume. You be sniffing someone else." I turned back to my work.
The bell rang and the entire class began to shuffle out. Just as I was about to leave the room, Mr. Bennett called out, "Have a nice day Lola."
I smiled to myself. I'll admit it: I think he's cute. "You too Mr. Bennett."
"Oh, please, call me Zack."
I blushed. "Sure thing Zack." I then left for home.
When I walked through the door, Seth was sitting on the couch. He whipped his head over to see me and his face lit up with pure joy.
"You're back!" he cheered, as if he'd been afraid that I'd leave town. The way he ran off the couch and over to me reminded me of how a dog acts all hyper when its owner gets home from some short errand. Seth must have really been ecstatic to see me because he took me into a huge hug and kissed my cheek, moaning a little bit. "I missed you so much."
I rolled my eyes. "I've only been gone for like, seven hours."
"I know," Seth said, shoving his nose into my hair. "But now that you know the truth, I don't have to hide my true feelings anymore. I've always hated it when you had to go to school. I wanted to home school you, but I got work and I couldn't teach you English while grilling a burger." Seth then chuckled a little bit.
I gave a pity laugh. "Sure you could, just read the labels on the ketchup bottles," I muttered.
Seth nodded and just continued to keep me in his embrace. We stayed like that for three minutes. I considered trying to free myself, but I knew that it would only anger him and be a waste of time. Damn that werewolf strength of his! Oh well, at least he used it to open up the pickle jar last night.
"Do you love me yet?" Seth asked out of the blue.
"Huh?"
"Have you fallen in love with me yet?"
Hell no! "I dunno."
Seth sighed and tightened his grip on me. "Don't worry, I still love you. And who knows? Maybe there's something I can do to help speed up the process."
Oh fuck. Please don't be thinking sex or another shower! "Like what?"
"I'm going to take you out on a date tonight. So be ready by eight." Then Seth let go of me and went to sit back down on the couch.
Seth and me going on a date? Ew…
