Bitch Wolf Club … and the Jewish Girl
His hands start to inch up my leg and past my skirt as we sat in the backseat of the car. His hands danced on the edges, seemingly pulling down as he attempted to shrug out of his shirt.
As his lips grazed my neck, I could feel my heart start pumping faster and the world shift around me.
I knew what was happening. I was shifting. It happened when my heart started to beat faster- when I lost control of my instincts and thoughts. My breathing started to get heavy and the hair on my head started to spread down to my cheeks.
"Are you okay? You're breathing kind of weird." He pulled back, but I pulled him closer towards me. He couldn't see me like this.
"It's just… I don't think I'm ready for this." I could feel the hair retract, and my breathing slow down to normal. I released him from my grip, allowing him to move backwards.
"Quinn, its been over two years. When are we going to get past second base?"
"Please, Sam, I'm just saving myself for someone special." I didn't know what else to say. I definitely needed to keep him away long enough until after I could control my werewolf side.
"So you're saying I'm not someone special?" He seemed hurt, offended. He displayed a look similar to that of a hurt puppy, and I immediately felt bad for saying what I had earlier.
"Sam, it's jus-"
"Nevermind. Forget it." He tugged on his shirt, turning back to the front. "I think it'd be best if you leave now."
"Sam, ple-"
"Quinn. Out." He looked serious, and I got out of the car, walking along the road to my home. It would be about twenty, thirty minutes for me to get home from here, but I knew I had no other choice.
The windy breeze blew through and my ponytail seemed to loosen slightly, the gust blowing a couple of leaves past my face. The rising sun shone brightly, and I had to squint to see past the bright lights that glared in my eyes.
A scream of a girl brought me out of my slight daze, and I raced through to find a bent-over girl shrieking.
"Are you okay?" I bent down, helping the brunette, who had tears plastered all over her face. The brown locks were draped over her face, and I could see her skin redden with spots of blood on her skin.
"Plea.. Please help me…" Her tears continued to stream as she struggled to speak. I watched as she continued to tremble, her lips quivering as she choked out barely audible whimpers of pain.
She continued shaking, her eyes continuing to tear as she bled. She turned unconscious, her head hanging as she continued to blister. Pulling her up, I struggled to carry her home, barely managing to squeeze us both through the door.
Setting her down on the couch, I pushed the hair out of her face, biting my arm before giving some of my blood to her. It should heal her, heal some of her wounds. Her face started to revert back to a normal colour, and I watched as the wounds faded. Her eyes opened, and she looked up at me.
"You're very pretty."