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Scarlet's POV:

Ignored

I stare at my copy of Romeo and Juliet, but I don't bother to read the words. It's not like I'm going to understand them anyway. It beats me how anyone in Shakespeare's time managed to have a conversation when the only language they spoke was gobbledegook.

I'm supposed to be looking for quotes that represent death for an essay (cheerful), but I figure I can find at least five in the last ten minutes of class. That'll be plenty. And I'm a bit busy trying to understand the somehow even more annoying mystery sitting next to me.

Wolf hasn't so much as looked at me since he came back to school. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's avoiding me. Every time I walk up to him, or shout out a greeting, he turns in the opposite direction from where I am or walks a little faster. Never mind the fact that I'm the one who wrapped him up in bandages to keep him from bleeding to death. Sure, let's just go ahead and pretend that never happened! And to think I was actually starting to like him! I mean, I was pretty terrified of him at first. Normally I'd be a bit ashamed to admit that but I think it's safe to say that if anyone else saw him fight that wolf they'd be of the same opinion. Just remembering the way he grinned after he broke it's leg, or the way he seemed to relish it's pain when he threw it into the fence for the second time sends an involuntary shudder down my spine. And it was probably a trick of the light, but I could swear he had fangs or something. Guess he's more wolf-like than I thought.

But, just talking to him later that evening, he didn't seem so bad. I still think he's a bit unhinged (how can I not after seeing that?) but other than that he was almost likeable. And clearly not used to talking to people. It was cute, but it made for a pretty awkward atmosphere from time to time.

But the weirdest part of that night by far was… I don't even know how to describe it. One minute Wolf was just sitting next to me, looking very awkward and embarrassed after he told me that I have nice eyes (not that I was much better). The next he was struggling to breathe and was shaking uncontrollably. I tried to help him, even though I had no idea what the heck was going on, but he just shrank away from my touch, blocked his ears as I tried to talk to him and sat there, curled in a little ball of agony. And when it finally passed, he was as blank and empty as he was when we first met. I can't deny how disappointed I was when that happened.

When the bell goes, I open my mouth to try and make another attempt at talking to Wolf, but he is already halfway to the door. Damn his long strides!

Huffing, I gather up my books and make my way out of the classroom. Or, try to. I barely go two steps when some girl I don't know skips up to me.

"Hey Scarlet!" She chirps, flashing a blindingly white smile.

"…Hey?" I reply unsurely. Okay, maybe I do know this girl. What was her name again?

As if she can read my mind, the girl frowns and points at her face. "Iko. I sit next to you in Maths?"

"Right, right, Iko." I struggle to keep the groan out of my voice. If Maths class is anything to go by, Iko's a complete gossip queen.

My verdict is proved right when Iko smiles slyly at me. "So… I saw you looking at Wolf during class today…"

I glare at her. "I was just trying to work out why he never talks to people, that's all."

Iko smirks at me, clearly not believing my excuse. "Come on Scarlet, I've been at high school long enough to know what a crush looks like."

My glare intensifies. "I don't have a crush!"

"Sure you don't."

Rolling my eyes, I finally walk out into the hallway. I'm already late for History.

Iko jogs over to walk beside me. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with having a crush!"

"I know, but I don't have one. And I definitely don't have one on Wolf!"

"There's nothing wrong with having a crush on Wolf either. You can't deny that he's hot!"

I snort. "Hot isn't the word I would use."

"Handsome then? Or Dreamy?"

I groan with frustration. Though I hate to admit it right now, Iko does have a point. Wolf may be one of the most annoying people I've ever met, but he's certainly not ugly with his muscular build and his beautiful eyes. Even his scars and wild hair give him a sort of ruggedly handsome look. And at the moment, this frustrates me to no end.

"Well, I wish you luck," Iko continues, "cus you aren't the only girl in this school who's fancied Wolf. I've seen plenty of girls trying to flirt with him, and he offers absolutely no reaction."

"And they were actually surprised?" I snap irritably and quicken my pace. This conversation is doing nothing for my bad mood.

Throughout the day, I find myself shooting glances at Wolf. In the cafeteria, in the hallways, in class. Never once does he glance back.

By the time the final bell goes, my patience has run out. If Wolf thinks that I'm just going to let him ignore me, then I'm prepared to prove him wrong.

I spot him within about ten seconds of searching the mob of students pouring out the school doors. Partially because he's taller than most of the other students, and partially because all the other students give him a small berth.

I jog up to his side and grip his forearm tightly, purposely placing my hand right on top of the tattoo. He's chosen to wear a short-sleeved shirt today, so I can see the brown-furred wolf inked into his skin. I can also clearly see the well-developed muscles of his arms, as can other girls. For some reason, the thought makes me angry. Well, angrier.

His muscles stiffen at my sudden touch. His green eyes flick to my face and he seems to shrink away from my glare.

"Care to tell me why you've been ignoring me for the past couple of days?" I snarl at him.

"I'm not really used to interaction." His voice is stone, as usual, though with a bit more feeling carved into it this time. I think.

"Cut the act, you've been avoiding me!"

"I figured you wouldn't want to talk to me." Okay, there was definitely something there that time.

"What the heck gave you that idea?"

Wolf shifts his weight, looking uncomfortable. "I saw the way you looked at me after I… after the wolf attack. You were horrified."

As much as I hate to admit it, he's not wrong.

"Didn't stop me from helping you, did it?"

"I figured you were just being nice."

"Oh, and is that the reason you conjured for me talking with you afterward? I was being "nice"?"

Wolf says nothing.

I inhale deeply through my nose, trying to reel in my temper. "Look, I don't appreciate being ignored. So, if you want to go the next few days being able to see through both eyes, I suggest you stop it. Are we clear?"

Wolf's eyes glint, almost like he's amused. "Crystal."

My scowl softens slightly, and I loosen my grip on his arm, but don't let go. I don't quite trust him not to run away.

"So how did your family react when you came home covered in blood?"
"They freaked." Wolf says simply. "And dragged me to the hospital."

I smirk. "I can hardly blame them. Those wounds were deep. Speaking of which, did you tell them about how you had that pain attack? Or, whatever it was."

He shakes his head. "I didn't want them to worry over nothing."

"Nothing!" I repeat incredulously, "I don't know what that was, but it definitely wasn't nothing!"

"Yes it was." He replies calmly, "I should know. I got sent to hospital once for them and the doctors just couldn't figure out what was wrong. They hurt, but they don't do any physical damage."

"Wait, these things are a regular occurrence?" I cry.

Wolf blinks, as if just realising what he's said. "Well, I mean, sort of? But like I just said, they're harmless!"

I snort. Yeah right.

A/N: I've missed writing Scarlet

Quite a bit of Wolflet feels scattered around this chapter! I've already mentioned that I love them, right?

Wolf's let slip to Scarlet that he has seizures. What will she do with this new information? Are Wolf's seizures really as harmless as he thinks?

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