Starting Over

Man starting over is way harder than people make it out to be, I think to myself. The sun warms my skin as I sit in the grass on the campus quad.

Suddenly there's a dark shadow over the science book I'm currently reading. My eyes scan from their expensive shoes, up the painted-on jeans with an equally painted blouse that in my mind is ugly as hell. lol I make myself laugh sometimes. I continue my perusal of the two that are currently interrupting my quiet reading time. Its two angry baby Karen's. Smh I'm not in the mood for the bullshit that is about to spew from their mouths. Rolling my eyes," Can I help you lady's?"

"Uh yea, you're in our spot bitch."

I chuckle because these two don't know I wake up and choose violence on a daily basis, not to mention it's been a shit show for a week. I look around trying to see if there is a sign or something saying that this is their spot because I didn't see one before sitting down.

" Um I don't see any reserved signs."

" It doesn't have to", the shorter of the two says while pushing her overly bleached hair over her shoulder.

"Yea" says the second slightly taller one with makeup that would put a clown to shame.

" Well, that sucks, I was here first so move it along botched barbies I'm studying." I look back at my book and continue reading, pretending they don't exist. These have to be the dumbest chicks ever because the leader tries to swing her leg at me in what I can assume as the dumbest thing.... Well, wait not the dumbest because obviously her choice in clothes and hair was the dumbest. But the next up, I guess. I catch her leg and yank it towards me. She falls in what I can only describe as overly dramatic and painstakingly slow as her friend tries to catch her and they both go down in a pile of screams and flailing limbs. I snicker and lean in close and whisper " Next time you try that shit I'll break that fucking leg off and shove it down your lackey's throat. Now scram you overly processed fake tan having blonde bimbos." I mush her in the face and go back to my book. Man, if I had known getting into this rich posh ass school I would have to deal with the dummies and vapid creatures of the world, I would have maybe rethought coming here.

After they scramble away sniffling about how they are gonna tell daddy about this, I laugh and shake my head. I don't give a fuck who they tell, I'm from the Bronx and we don't back down to anyone, including rich spoiled entitled bleach blonde bimbos. As I continue to read, I hear a chuckle to my left. I try and ignore it, but it seems this person doesn't get the hint and does it again but with a clearing of his throat as well. I sigh and look over; I see him leaning against one of the many trees in the quad.

From what I can see he's roughly 6'5 maybe taller with a body only a god could possess. Chocolate sun kissed skin covered in tattoos, his hair is tousled in a sexy I just rolled out of bed kind of way that any other guy would make look unkept. His eyes sparkled with humor over what he had just watched. I'm guessing no one had ever stood up to them and me doing it made him laugh.

I'm trying not to stare but my god this fine specimen of a man was just too perfect not to watch and the scent coming off of him was like nothing I had ever smelled before. It was like the ocean and sandalwood had merged to create his scent. It was intoxicating and made tingles and goosebumps erupt over my body. I know I've been staring for too long and the sly smirk that makes its way to his face tells me that he has noticed it as well.

Whatever, I don't have the time or patience for this, so I go back to my book. I really need to study for this science exam I have on Monday. I know I know it's Friday and I should be out partying with the rest of my peers, but what can I say I'm not into it anymore. Especially after what happened the last time I was out. Shaking my head trying to dispel the memories that haunt me at night, and it seems during the day. While trying to concentrate I guess Mr. tall dark and handsome didn't get the memo that I wanted nothing to do with him. Out the corner of my eye I see him push off the tree and stalk towards me. Almost like I'm his prey that he's been watching and waiting for the opportunity to pounce. As he comes to a stop in front of me, I sigh and put down my book once again. "Can I help you?' He cocks his head to the side like a puppy after you smack its nose for trying to do something. I chuckle a little and look into his eyes waiting for him to speak. And ladies I have to tell you his body doesn't disappoint so why would his voice. It was like smooth velvet, deep and rich in a low baritone. I had to keep myself from moaning in appreciation. His smile grows wider almost like he knows what I'm thinking.

Now that he's right in front of me, I can see he's absolutely gorgeous, but if he asks, I'll deny ever thinking it. Lol it's not like he can hear my thoughts so I'm guessing I'm in the clear. But I can't help but feel like he knows. Those steely greyish blue colored eyes feel as if they are stripping me bare and caressing my soul. It's weird it's like my body is being magnetically pulled to his. I shake it off; it can't be the mate pull I'm not ready for a mate even if I am 25. Yes, I'm a werewolf at a human college. I just needed to get away from the pack and what happened last year it was too much and seeing the pity in my parent's eyes everyday was becoming too much. It feels like we have been staring at each other for hours, but it's really only been seconds.

"Hi...."