Can't Love a Werewolf, Without Getting Fleas.

I woke up in my bed with no recall of ever being here when I fell asleep.

Last time I checked, I fell asleep in the grass, listening to the rise and fall of the wolf’s chest.

I smiled. My wolf!

He wiped away the horrible feelings jerk-face Colton had left me with.

I must have gone back inside without remembering it.

I got up and took a shower. I examined myself in the mirror and frowned a tad I was still skinny, but plain. I lost all the muscle I had. I told myself I’d get in shape. Stupid leg preventing me from running. Grrrr.

But I most certainly am going running once it heals.

I froze as I brushed my teeth… I had to go shopping with Brooke after school.

Shit. My. Life.

COLTONS POV (YAYY!):

She was so kind… and so beautiful. Her fingers through my hair made me feel weak; vulnerable. I wanted to crumble into her. The wolf inside me whined. At first my instincts had urged me to turn around and run. Run as far away from her as possible, and quite frankly my human side wanted to as well.

Still, it was hard to carry her back up to her room, when she clutched on to me. Her warmth made me feel stronger, like I wasn't a horrible beast.

I couldn’t bear the thought giving into these feelings. These horrible feelings I’ve kept inside me for seven long years.

But one touch of her soft hands, and I had fallen weak. My wolf immediately took to her, and I couldn’t resist anymore. He growled at the thought of leaving her side.

I refused to think of him claiming her as a mate. How could I? Blake already had his slimy grasp over her. Snaking his arm around her waist when I was looking. It hurt even worse when she would blush.

Who am I kidding she’d never like me. Not some father-less screw up that will eventually die from lung cancer or a bad run-in with a vamp.

Scratch that. I always win my fights. It would be more likely for me to get hit by a meteor.

No one as amazing and talented as her was capable of liking me. It hurt too much to look at her, or talk to her. I knew I was being wrong. I knew I hurt her after I had basically forced myself on her, trying to kiss her and then ignored her.

The way she had snapped at me when were at the elementary school proved that.

I couldn’t get hopeful no matter what I did. I’d smother any thought of us being together. If it wasn’t really her, then I’d never forgive myself for loving another. Besides, it’s not like she would choose a middle class werewolf over a vampire prince.

I scoffed. This was just my luck.

I took another swig of whisky as I paced my room. I had ran almost all night long, trying to run off the feelings that were inevitably growing inside of me.

Feelings for Shaylee.

I passed out when I got home. Too sick of fighting my wolf. He wanted her. To claim her as his.

It was painful; both physically and emotionally to have to battle with myself.

Still… it was so relieving to have her fall asleep at my side, not scared in the slightest that she was lying next to a hunter; a predator who could kill her.

She trusted me. Therefore, I would do anything in my power to keep that trust. I couldn’t harm a single hair on her head even if I wanted to with all my might—which I didn’t. But she had me paralyzed in place with one breath.

I stumbled into the shower. The hot water sobering me up before school.

But I was so tired, and I couldn’t fight with myself any longer.

How could I make this up to her?

*

SHAYLEE’S POV:

Blake drove me to school before he gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I blushed furiously.

I hadn’t even thought about it… but I knew sooner or later Blake would want to get more intimate. How intimate, I didn’t know. There was no way I was doing anything I wasn’t ready for. And let me tell you, I wasn’t ready for much.

I still hadn’t had my first kiss…

But did I want Blake to be the one to take it?

I opened my locker only to be shocked.

A beautiful purple iris was laid into my locker, along with a note.

I unfolded it.

They say the Iris is the flower of inspiration. I hope then, that it inspires you to enter the art show; your talent is far too good to go unnoticed.

I smiled despite myself. Well that was sweet. But who had given it to me?

It couldn’t have been Colton could it? I thought he was “ignoring” me.

No. It wasn’t. I immediately erased that thought from my mind.

Colton Sparks wasn’t the type of guy to do that. Never in a thousand years could I imagine him going out of his way to do this.

Though, I couldn’t bring myself to ask Blake about it. He’d for sure get mad if I mentioned it, and he hadn’t been the one to put it there.

Whoever it was, I couldn’t help but hold it up to my nose and take a deep breath.

I returned it to its place in my locker before I shut it and walked off… smiling.

*

Gym was… weird.

Football. One word, with a whole lot of meaning.

Like I could even run anyways. My teammates, who consisted of: Jarred, Lucy, Samantha, Brooke, Blake, Rachel, Todd, Eric, Andrew, and Violet, where already lined up without me, before I could even protest.

Meaning Colton, Leslie, Brian, and a bunch of other random people were lined up on the other team.

My job was to stand still and be a ‘passer’ by getting the ball passed to me, and then passing it to someone else right away. Blake made sure everyone knew I was not to run or hurt my leg, claiming he didn’t want to see me get injured again. But my best bet was he didn’t want to see me bleed out all over the place. There again, maybe a little of both, as he pulled me into him and awkwardly kissed my cheek, trailing the kisses down my jaw-line and neck, before walking away and stripping his shirt off.

I stood shell-shocked, and drooled like a fool (possibly affected by his light kisses). His body was sculpted and pumped with muscles.

My eyes unfortunately drew to Colton who peeled off his shirt as well, glaring at Blake with a fiery passion.

My eyes popped, knowing I was drooling a river and most likely drowning the whole world.

His body was tan, like I remembered from the first day I came here. I had seen him shirtless multiple times, but still couldn’t quite get over it. His shoulders were broad… which I liked in guy, and his muscles were evenly distributed and still damn fine. I couldn’t help but compare him and Blake. Both of them equally hot in their own way.

Before I knew it the game had begun. I shifted from side to side uncomfortably. I really wanted to play, but I’d shoot myself if I ripped open my stitches.

Violet came up beside me for a second while our team tackled down one of the other’s.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep Brian, Leslie and the rest of them off of ya. But Colton… no promises.” She snickered.

I hit her in the arm; exasperated she would say that out loud.

“Oh, common. You’d love it if he fell on you.”

“VIOLET!” I shushed her and gave the people nearest to us side smiles, hoping they didn’t hear anything that came out of her crazy babble mouth.

“Would you just go help our team?” I scolded, pushing her away from my current spot.

“Fine. Fine.” She held up her hands in surrender before slugging away after the ball.

I watched the game for a bit, Blake almost got a touchdown when Colton came out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground. They rolled around a little bit before Blake ended up on top and threw the ball at Colton’s stomach.

I flinched. That look like it hurt. As Colton got up and shook his wet sweaty hair to the side, an angry expression on his face, he didn’t seem fazed at all. Blake and him lined up in front of one another, once more, for the next play.

Mmmm… He looked good with wet hair.

WHOA. REWIND. GO WATCH THE BOYFRIEND.

I averted my eyes and commanded they stay away from Colton.

Blake smiled up at me every now and then, to make sure I hadn’t moved. I smiled goofily back. Who couldn’t smile back at a boy who was shirtless and unbelievably hot?

I was lucky right? To have Blake I mean. He treated me much better than Colton ever did.

Stupid Jerk Face. It didn’t help I had to see him every day after school, and this weird cloud of emotion that suffocated me whenever he was close wasn’t helping much either.

“SHAYLEE LOOK OUT!” A ball was hurtling toward my head. I reached my hands up to grab it just in time.

I glanced up to see who had thrown it. Rachel smirked openly, and I scrunched my face in questions as to why, before I found out.

“Oof!” I managed to squeak out, as I was tackled to the ground.

And wouldn’t you know. It was Colton.

He fell right on top of me, his bare chest pressed against me. Luckily, he cradled my fall before I hit my head too hard.

“Ow.” Was all I could say. Half because I was so shocked by the impact, the other half well, Colton’s on top of me… what the heck more do you want me to say?

He chuckled, and the motion vibrated against me. I rolled my eyes just in time for him to lean over me and whisper into my ear.

“Did you like your flower?”

My eyes bulged out when I realized my worst fear was true. He had given me the Iris with the note.

I gulped.

He smirked knowingly.

“Sparks. You want to get off my girlfriend??” Blake’s voice was dangerous and menacing.

Colton slowly started to get off; obviously enjoying the fact that he was pissing Blake off. I mean it was kind of funny… in an I’m-an-immature-little-kid kind of way

Suddenly he was pulled off. More like yanked.

Loud growls erupted from the field and all of a sudden Colton and Blake were crouched, watching each other as they circled, almost as if they were about to fight.

I jumped up as I realized this. Suddenly people moved around them, and before I noticed: Fredrick, Richey, Brooke, Rachel and Annie were behind Blake. Brian, Luke, Harrison, Leslie, and Violet were behind Colton.

Where had they come from? I wondered.

Suddenly, a little argument looked like it was changing into an all out battle.

They were screaming mean things at one another, and I wanted to cringe, frightened at the sight of Leslie, Violet, and Brooke shaking in anger, a glaze over their eyes that could scare The Hulk away.

“STOP IT!!” I started pushing my way through, so that I was between Blake and Colton.

SERIOUSLY! WHERE THE HELL IS THE COACH, EVER!?

“JUST STOP IT!” I screeched, finding my puny frame in a faulty comparison to their tall and looming figures.

They continued to get closer to one another, until they were practically on top of each other screaming, spitting and becoming consumed by their hatred for one another.

I felt tears fall from my eyes. Why should I try? This is useless. I’m trying to break up a fight that had been here before I came along. An old feud between Blake’s group, and Colton’s.

Colton was the first to notice. His was still shaking with rage, but his face melted and he collapsed in defeat.

“Shays, don’t cry.” He reached out to cup my face. I assumed to wipe away my tears.

Blake smacked it away. “Don’t touch her.” He threatened, as he pulled me into a tight hug.

I squirmed out of his grasp.

“I want nothing to do with either of you!” I threatened. As I stormed off, wiping my eyes.

This is ridiculous.

I did what I knew would make me feel better. I grabbed a piece of paper that had the sketch of my wolf on it, and I made my way to the pool.

I slipped off my flip-flops and slid my feet in the cool salt water.

I pulled out my pencil and stroked away. As I finally got his ears sketched out how they were in my mind perfectly, I felt a lot better.

Who cares if I was skipping fourth period? I hated this place. I always felt confused, without a way to understand things; a way to belong.

Like what was with everyone keeping a secret from me? Or the fact that none of them really liked me for me… they just wanted me to be that dead girl.

HELLO! I’M ALIVE! I CAN’T BE HER!

How could they not see that?

“I thought you’d be in here.” I jumped at the sound of his voice.

“What do you want Colton?” I asked, erasing something on my paper only to replace the mark with a neater one.

“I want to apologize.” He said, kicking off his own shoes and joining me in the pool.

I grimaced. “For what?”

“Everything. Ignoring you, being an asshole. Tackling you, getting into that argument with your…boy…boy-thing.”

“Boyfriend?”

He scowled. “Yes, that.”

I managed a small laugh. “Why do you guys hate each other? If you don’t mind me asking.”

I looked up at him to see him stare off, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Blake took something very important, away from me.” His brown eyes turned muddy, with sorrow stirring in them as he looked at me.

“Oh.” I bowed my head, to stare at the water. I knew he wasn’t going to answer any questions about the death of that girl. She was obviously important to him, and by the way it took all of his strength to tell me just that… I wasn’t up for pressing my luck.

“I’m sorry.” It’s all I could manage to say. What could I say to make him feel better?

He looked down at my drawing. “What are you drawing?”

I blinked, staring at my page. “My wolf.”

“Your ‘guardian angel’?” He questioned.

I looked at him weirdly. “What?”

“Remember, you called him your guardian angel?” He blushed.

Aw!

“Ha. Yeah. I did.” I paused. “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

He shrugged. “I always listen when you say something.”

I felt my heart leap in my chest.

It was quiet for a minute, us just sloshing our feet around in the water.

“You should enter that art show, Shays. Seriously, that sketch is really good.”

He said motioning toward my piece of paper. I rubbed at the back of my neck.

“I don’t know… I might enter anonymously.” I opted.

“Why?” His eyebrows furrowed together.

“I don’t know. I’m just scared what people will think. I take my art so seriously…” I blinked back tears.

I couldn’t imagine what people would say if they didn’t like it; I didn’t want to. Besides I’m an amateur.

“What if I promised that they would love it?”

I looked up into his brown eyes, searching. “How can you promise that?”

“Well… if you drew it… how could they not love it?” As corny as that sounded…it looked like he meant every single word of it.

I blushed.

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I hate when quizilla does that. When ever I italicize something by itself, it turns all big, bold and blue. LAME!

Alright. Whatevs. I'll live. As long as it doesn't bother you guys. Because quite frankly, I don't know how to fix it. If you do, would you message me?

Besides that, AW! How adorable is Colton, caring about her and such. I love writing in the boys perspective.

SONGS:

For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Somebody Told Me - The Killers

Shut up & Kiss me - Orianthi