Chapter 3

JARED's POV

I hurried down the hallway, knowing that Mr. Carney is about to start History class.

My hand clutched the excuse paper semi-tightly. I felt nervous.

Two weeks has passed since I first phased. Even though Sam explained everything to me, I was still in shock. I was a werewolf! The signs that I felt and saw, it was because I was a werewolf. Mixed feelings were brewing inside my mind. Shock, confusion, and amazement. I felt that being a werewolf is cool, but how to manage shifting and un-shifting into one is hard. I have to be careful not to be easily excited.

I entered the room and approached Mr. Carney. "Mr. Carney."

Mr. Carney looked up at me. I managed not to grin on how he tried to look up at my face. "I'm sorry if I've been absent for more than two weeks now. I spoke to the principal earlier. I have an excuse letter with me."

Mr. Carney took the paper from my hand and looked at it. "Well, please be seated first. I'll talk to you after class."

"Thank you", I muttered to him, and went to my seat. I could hear the whispers of my classmates from all corners of the room.

You think he's on steroids or something?

He might as well have been taking drugs.

I shook my head mentally. If they only knew… I sat down and took my book from my bag. I was flipping through the pages when I felt something fell on my foot. A book was lying there. I picked it up and a hand was about to take the book. A girl's hand. I was mesmerized. A smooth, delicate hand, with a perfect tan… I wondered how it would feel to hold that hand. I glanced up at the girl.

"Sorry." She said in a perfect whisper, her eyes meeting mine.

I felt time stood still as I stared into the most beautiful pair of expressive deep brown eyes I have ever seen in my entire life. I felt my breath stop at the sight. I felt everything in myself evaporated; feelings, thoughts, time… Nothing else mattered, for all I could see was the most beautiful face just a foot away from mine.

Her long lashes that curl up and flutter as her eyes moved, the beautiful, smooth tan of her face, that tiny blush in her cheeks, those lips… I could feel the need to raise my hands and touch her face, just to make sure she wasn't just an apparition, that she was real… I could feel a huge lump in my throat at the thought of her.

She sat up straight, taking the book from my hand. As she distanced herself from me, I felt a sad need, a wanting, to come nearer to her and know everything about her. I could smell her sweet scent locking in all of my senses. How I wanted so badly to close the distance between us and have her in my arms. Her eyes were still locked with mine. I feel so blessed to have her look at me! Joy was rushing into my chest, making me feel like I was to explode from too much happiness. I wanted to hear her voice.

What was happening to me?