Wolfie, No Seriously That's My Name
Chapter Four
I've never seen Sophia angry before, in fact, girls that are angry freak the shit out of me.
They're not like guys, who just punch the shit out of each other and move on, no they're much more controlled about it, which is fucking scary.
"Wolfie, would you mind if we spoke?" Sophia asked formally.
Jack looked at me and let out a low whistle."You're in for it," he said, a smile on his lips.
I death glared him, but he ignored me, bastard.
"Sure," I said, though I was seriously considering making a run for it, I mean she was freaking me out.
She led the way to a classroom, and fucking everyone was watching us, wondering what we were doing together.
I followed her into the room and she shut the door, and then it was just me and her in a room.
I wondered if she'd get mad if I kissed her, she was glaring me at the moment and I had a feeling this was not the right moment to kiss the girl I was in love with.
I ran my hands through my hair, something that I always do when I'm stressed. It's like this fucking habit I developed. I ran my hands through my hair five more times, five fucking more times; I must have looked like a massive retard before Sophia began to speak.
"Wolfie, I've never been so angry," she whispered, her voice was low and it was seriously scary.
I mean, I've seen some scary shit. I've seen Paul naked, that image still burns me to this day, but this was different. I am seriously terrified.
I stay silent, it's not like I have anything to say yet, and I suppose I could tell her about the time I accidentally shot myself in the arm. Cause for some reason that is the only thing that is running through my head, that and the fact I think I'd rather die than see her this pissed.
"I mean what you did, you condoned violence," she whispered again.
What was with all the whispering? Seriously, in my house we didn't whisper, we screamed, we yelled. That's what happens when you spend most of your time with werewolves, to stay alive you gotta be heard.
"When?" I asked, there were numerous amounts of times I've been in fights. I just hoped she wasn't talking about last night that would serious. She couldn't' have heard this soon I don't think, Matt Ranger or Corey wouldn't mentioned they got bashed up last night.
"Last night, what you did humiliated me," she whispered again, her voice wobbling.
"The mother fucker deserved it," I said, which was true, but I realized how harsh my words sounded.
"Don't swear, and it doesn't matter, it wasn't up to you," she said quietly.
"You're talking about me bashing up Matt Ranger right?"
"Yes."
"So what's the problem? He was saying stuff, and I just made sure he stopped," I explained. I mean wasn't this meant to be romantic or something? Why was she acting like I did something wrong? I was being nice, how could she not see that?
"Wolfie, I don't want, I didn't need you to do that."
"I know. I just did, ok?"
"I don't believe in violence, and you just did it in my honor."
"So?"
I just don't get it. She didn't do it, her hands were cleaned. Who cares, she was fine, I did the right thing why was she mad at me?
"So, Wolfie, it makes it seem like I believe in it too," she said, her voice quieter now, it was below a whisper
"I was trying to get the ass whole to back off and stop saying shit, I did you a favor."
How could she not see that I was the nice guy?
"What do you like Matt Ranger or something?"
"No, Wolfie, I don't."
"Did you like him talking smack about you?"
"No Wolfie, but I didn't let it get to me."
"Well it got to me, so I fixed it."
"Wolfie, you don't understand. My reputation is ruined" Sophia explained, and then she began to cry, tears were falling down her face.
"It's ok, I'll fix it," I said.
"You can't Wolfie, now everyone thinks I'm dating you, and everyone thinks that I believe in violence. If my grandmother here's one words of these rumors she'll be so upset, Wolfie. I try to be a good person, I try to do all the right things, and now you have everyone thinking different."
"I just wanted to shut Matt up."
"But why Wolfie, we're not even friends."
"I don't know cause I just did, not everything has an answer."
"Wolfie, you can leave. I just wanted to tell you that I don't want to talk to you anymore; I just want you to leave me alone. Your heart was in the right place, but I-"
She didn't have to say anymore, because I had already made a run for it. I really had fucked things up.
She didn't even wanna talk to me now.
Jack was right I am fucked.
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4 days and 12 hours.
4 days 12 hours and 3 seconds.
4 days 12 hours and 4 seconds.
4 days 12 hours and 5 seconds.
"Wolfie!" Jack yelled, he was standing in front of me looking like he had something important to say.
As far as I am concerned, counting down the hours of how long it's been since I've seen the love of my life is much more fun.
I know I am pathetic and all that shit, but I am going to wallow. Besides, when I wallow mum cuts the crust off my sandwiches, which I swear is the best thing ever.
"What?" I ask, looking at him.
"I have an idea."
"I don't care."
"No, it's a good one."
"What?"
"You know Sophia's grandma, Lucy? Well she needs help around the house, you know to fix stuff, there's your in. If you impress her grandma, you impress her, problem solved.
Well, it's not like I have anything to lose.
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Standing on the porch is completely awkward, especially in this polo shirt mum made me wear. I hate polo shirts, they're just so annoying. I don't know how anyone can stand wearing them, I seriously don't. I knock on the door three times, which is respectable I think, well let's hope so.
After two minutes, cause I am a retard and I counted, a little old lady answers the door, she's short and plump, and she smiles at me warmly.
"Hey," I say, tugging at my shirt again like a massive idiot.
"How can I help you?"
"I heard you needed some help around your house, and I thought if you want, I could do it for you," I said.
She looked me up and down expecting if I was a killer or something, it looked like she about to say no so I went for the selling point.
"Free of charge of course."
"Oh, no, I would pay," she said, still smiling. Obviously she loved me now I was offering to help for free.
"I'll tell you what, you pay me in food and it'll work out well," I said, grinning.
"You're a sweet boy, come on inside and I'll tell you what needs to be done, and then I'll fix you a sandwich."
I smiled at her.
Three hours later, I was still trying to put some television stand up that made absolutely no sense, when I heard footsteps. Lucy had gone out to buy some bread, so unless it was a killer, a psycho, or a robber, my best bet it was Sophia, beautiful Sophia. I stared at the television stand and tried to act like I was seriously working it out, and succeeding. As far as I was concerned I was going to call Dad and get him to help as soon as Sophia was out of sight.
"Nan, I'm home," Sophia yelled.
"She went to get bread," I called.
A couple of seconds later she walked in and stared at me in shock.
"What are you doing here?"
"Helping your grandma."
"Why?"
"Cause I'm trying to be nice."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"I thought I said I don't want to speak to you, Wolfie," she said softly.
"Yeah, I know."
"So why are you here?"
"To help out an elderly lady."
"Oh, Wolfie maybe you could help out someone else?"
"Nah, I'm good here."
Sophia looked at me, and her features soften and she smiled at me. "I can't be your friend, not if you fight, Wolfie. I'm sorry," she said, and turned to walk away.
"I'll stop," I said.
Sophia turned around. "How?"
"You can help me," I said.
Sophia looked at me.
"Wolfie, I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Why?" I asked, walking towards her.
"Because." Sophia gulped, was I making her nervous?
"Why?" I repeated.
"Because you make me nervous, and strangely enough I like you just the way you are," Sophia blurted out, and then she took off. I was about to run after her and ask what she was talking about, but Lucy came in.
"Wolfie I got the bread, was that Sophia I saw running off?"
"Don't know," I lied.
I couldn't leave now, I had to win over her grandma, so I just smile at her. That was the right thing to do right, let's face it when it came to Sophia, I never knew what the right thing to do was.
"I'll help you make lunch," I offered.
"You really are a sweet boy."
But all I could think was what the hell did Sophia mean. So she likes me the way I am, and she was nervous, girls are so confusing. There's only one solution to this; ask Mum.
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"So what do I do?" I ask.
Mum jumped at the chance to talk about my feelings or whatever. Personally I think she's been training for this her whole life with all her Dr Phil shows and Oprah.
Once I told her everything and after a lot of mmm's and stuff, she was obviously bursting to cry and give me advice, tears were falling down her face as well speak.
"Mum, it's not sad."
"It's just, I remember when you thought girls had cooties, and now you're in love, and it's just so adorable," she squeaked.
"I wouldn't' call it adorable." I mean do I look adorable? I'm over 6 foot, there is nothing adorable about that.
"Well I would."
"Mum, I'm a guy we're not adorable."
"You are to me, and Sophia seems so lovely."
"Yeah she is mum, so what should I do?"
"Oh you're so grown up," she yelps, and here come the water works. After 20 minutes of crying, and remising on my first day of school and high school, she finally stopped crying.
"So, what should I do?" I asked, repeating my question again. This is the last time I ask my mother anything, and I mean anything.
"You should go slow, Wolfie. Don't scare her, become her friend," Mum says.
"I don't want to be her friend, I want to be her boyfriend," I whine.
"I know, but Sophia is obviously scared."
"Of what?"
"Of love."
"Why?"
"Well you'd have to ask her that," Mum says, rolling her eyes at me like I'm stupid. Women are so confusing.
How has dad done it for the last billion years?
"I'm gonna go talk to dad," I said.
"Oh, a father son talk," she gushes, and here go the tears.
It's not hard to track down Dad, he's watching TV, and looks kind of bored.
"What's up kid?"
"Mum's crying."
"Should I go hide the baby pictures?" Dad asks.
"I think it's probably too late."
"It is about you growing up, right?" Dad asked, and I can sense the worry in his tone.
"Yep."
"Oh, ok then. So, what you say this time?"
"Nothing."
"Wolfie," he warned.
"Fine, I may have asked her for girl advice."
"And how did that go?"
"She cried, a lot."
"So, you gonna tell me the problem kid?"
"Suppose," I say shrugging, and then just like always, I tell Dad my problem with the whole Sophia thing.
"Well?" I ask after I've finished explaining everything.
"Well, what do you think?"
"What?"
"She's your imprint, not mine, kid. I don't know what to do, I mean just be there."
"That's your advice?"
"Yep"
"That sucks."
"Sorry."
"You know what, I blame you."
"What?"
"For all this, if it wasn't for your genetics life wouldn't so hard. I wouldn't be in love with Sophia and things would be simpler."
"Yep," Dad says grinning at me.
"You think this is funny?"
"You just remind me of me at your age, I was a mess too."
"I am not a mess."
"Yes you are."
"Fine ,I'm a mess, what do I do about it?"
"Get the girl."
"Thanks," I say sarcastically.
Inspirational message of the day:
Life Is Shit, Women Are Confusing ,and Mums Always Cry, it never changes.
"Jared, have you seen this picture of Wolfie when he was three? It's so cute," Mum calls from the kitchen.
It's gonna be a long night.
Authors Note
Thank you for all the reviews I appreciate all of them, as with Sophia P.O.V, I will do it but not till later mainly because I like the mystery of you guys not knowing what she thinks the build up. Please leave suggestions and ideas