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I once again swerved the car into oncoming traffic, trying not to let my anger, and nervousness show. Damn him… I thought. Sam was already fucking engaged, or so I'd heard from the boy behind the counter.
I'd also found out where he was today. Apparently there was a police day at the local high school. Police came in to speak to the kids about safety and not to do drugs. There were presentations from the officers and apparently there was a self defense class towards the end.
I pulled into the parking lot of the high school, my body shaking and my hands squeezing the steering wheel so hard that it was going to break. A low growl reverberated through my throat and the shaking of my body increased.
"Bella?" Daniel asked turning his head to look at me. "Bella, babe….breath!" He launched across the seat to grab my head in both of his hands, and turned my face towards his. "Look at me," He demanded. I growled low, the wolf side of me wanting out, wanting to release the anger that was piling up inside of me.
"Breathe with me Bell's." Daniel whispered. "In through your nose," I followed his order. "Out through your mouth. In through your nose, out through your mouth…Do it one more time babe."
A few moments later I was cooling down and leaning my head against the headrest. "Holy shit…" I mumbled. "That was scary."
"I don't think your wolf likes the thought of Sam being engaged," Rufus' voice came from my left and I turned to see him bending in through the open window. He brought his hand up to run it through my now clean locks—we'd checked in at the hotel to shower and change earlier—his fingers making soothing motions against my scalp.
"I don't like that thought," I told him, and then looked past him to see that the other members of my pack had crowded around the small sports car. "Let's go then." I said crisply, wanting to get away from the awkward moment.
I shoved the door open allowing the cool wind to hit my hot face and throat, the only skin that was showing seeing as I was bundled up like a Christmas tree. After taking the shower at the hotel I had pulled on a my dark purple bra and panties, a pair of black and white pin stripe skinny jeans, my scarlet red scrunch blouse, and my grey flat ankle boots that had red heart buttons on the side. I'd left my phone back in the hotel on the charging outlet, so if that bastard called I wouldn't be able to pick it up.
I pulled my black pea coat tighter around me, trying to show the pretense of coldness to all the staring strangers.
"Sh-it!" Mark, one of my pack members growled. He was tall, maybe six five, with shoulder length black hair and deep brown eyes. He had high alpha status, but rarely participated in anything the pack did, we'd been surprised to see that he had even come on the journey. "Do you see the babes?" He asked, a wicked smile forming on his lips.
I laughed low in my throat, and then glanced up at the now snowing sky. It was getting greyer outside, and the wind was getting colder—not that I felt it. The humans were all migrating towards the doors now, their words shifting from Gaelic to English. I glanced around at the scenery once more before we headed inside the building. The grass seemed to want to stay green all season long, and even the flowers appeared to be just beginning to bloom. Sighing and shaking my head in awe of Scotland I walked inside the high school my energy pumped and just my body just aching for a fight.
Sam was going to blow a gasket. He hadn't been able to reach Bella all morning and he was so fucking pissed off that he was debating on whether or not to punch the wall or punch Cynthia—the bitch wouldn't leave him alone.
"SAAAMMM!" She whined in that annoying ass voice she had. He was still appalled at himself to think that he had ever wanted this plastic ass.
"What," He snarled at her. "Do you want?!" He wanted to shove her into a wall. Get the fuck away from me…. He thought desperately.
Pick up the phone Bella…. He mentally screamed in his mind as once again her voicemail picked up. This is Isabella Swan, I'm not here right now, so leave a message and maybe I'll get the fuck back with you.
"Damn…" He mumbled.
"Sergeant!" One of the male field officers called. Sam turned his head to see Ramen Norcle jogging towards him through the dense crowd, the cent of werewolf wafted off of him like a bad aftershave.
Ramen was a good guy a good wolf too…but he was often made fun of because of his name. Ramen Norcle was often called Ramen Noodle. Bastards had now idea how un-fucking-funny that was.
Damn he needed to stop swearing, ever since Bella had ditched he'd been swearing up a God damned storm…and he was beginning to be known as a potty mouth.
"SAM!" Cynthia whined again, and he almost threw her into the fucking trashcan that sat two feet away—one that looked and smelled like it was full of dank disgusting things.
"God save me…" He whispered. "Yes Noodle-," He coughed into his hand and repeated; "Yes Norcle,"
Ramen Norcle grinned like a fucking sunshine Telly Tubby fucker and Sam wanted to throw him into the fucking trash can as well. "Captain wants to speak to you."
"You came all the way from the other side of the school… just to tell me this- when you could of spoken to me over the fucking radio?" No. He didn't want to throw Ramen Noodle, Ramen Norcle into that nasty ass trash can… he wanted to through him into a vat-o-shit that smelled so fucking bad he'd die within the hour.
"SAM DAMIEN ULEY!" Cynthia screamed at him. "WILL YOU GOD DAMNED LISTEN TO ME!"
"Woman!" Sam shouted at her. "I have had it. Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone."
Cynthia whimpered in hurt but pushed on.
"We're engaged-," She hedged
"We are not engaged!" Sam cut her off. "You are simply imagining things."
"Yes we ar-,"
"Captain said it was urgent Sam," Nood—Norcle interjected. Have to remember Norcle not Noodle, Sam reprehended himself.
"Of course," Same said, and with that he reached into his pocket pulled out the twenty dollar bill he'd shoved in there for lunch, handed it to Norcle and then whispered desperately; "You are such a fucking life savor. Now keep the bitch away from me and I'll give you an extra fifty." Norcle vigorously nodded and Sam strode off, Cynthia's whining following behind him.
"I can't do it." I whimpered. I stood in the hallway outside the large auditorium filled with adults and students wanting to do nothing more than run for my life. "I swear to God that if I see him I'm going to jump him where he stands."
"Shit Bella!" Nathan muttered. "Didn't know you've been this horney."
"No… you don't get it." I mumbled, running a hand through my already tousled brown locks. "It's just Sam. I can already smell him right here and I'm so fucking horney that I want to fuck the wall." As a matter of fact I was debating on whether or not to fuck the wall…more like hump the wall.
"Whoa," Rufus muttered. "Well—," He cleared his throat a few times, sniffed the air and grinned. "Well well, little miss prissy wants to do the Nasty!" The laughter was loud that filled the hallway, and all the talking inside the gymnasium stopped. The door opened a second later and two police officers walked out, eying up the pack like fresh meat.
"Can we help you," One of them asked. He was tall and lean, with broad set shoulders and eyes as deep as moonlight.
"Yea," Rufus said before I could speak. "We're a bit late, we got lost, and can we go in?"
"Sure!" The guy said smiling and then he gaped as he watched Rufus grab Nathaniel's hand and stride languidly through the doors. I followed behind, mumbling violent curses at Rufus, but he just through his head back and laughed causing women's glances to zoom in on him…and then on his and Nathan's hands locked together.
"Bella!" Rufus called, and just as he did my eyes had zoned in on Sam who had been standing at the podium speaking moments before. His eyes seemed to soak me in, and he whispered her name. I waved to him, trying not to show how much I wanted to just jump him and fuck him.
He looked delectable in his police officer uniform. It fitted his body like a glove, causing my mouth to water excessively and those lower parts below to boil over with heat. God! Could he tell what just a look of him did to me?
"Bella?" He whispered into the microphone.
"Hi Sam…." I said loud enough for him to hear.
"You're here!" He nearly shouted, causing some of the onlookers to wince.
"Yea…I caught a plane three days ago."
"I-I," he stuttered, and ran a hand through his hair. Sighing he started again. "I've been trying to reach you." He laughed a little into the microphone angst showing on his face. "I called you a million times."
"I um-," I cleared my throat. "I plugged it in the charger this morning." I was moving down the steps closer to the ground, closer to him. "I'm sorry I didn't call." I told him as I reached the floor. He was only feet away…and I could feel the love rolling off of him in waves…and suddenly I knew that he wasn't playing me, that whatever engagement he was in wasn't real. What he and I had was real.
"I missed you," He whispered into the speaker.
"Me too…" I told him stepping closer, wanting to touch him. "I-I um, I love you." I told him.
"Ahh… baby," He whispered, and then stepped away from the microphone and towards me. He pulled me into an earth shattering kiss…one that made my knees fell like jelly and my belly fill with butterflies. "Bella baby, I love you too." He kissed me again, and cheers went through the crowd.
I smiled with tears in my eyes, and he whipped them away with his thumbs. "I love you so much." He told me. "And if you heard anything about an engagement it wasn't true."
"I know." I smiled at him, and then kissed him again.
Life was sweet. Life was good. And fuck me if the bulge in Sam's pants was anything but satisfying.
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