Wolf's Treasure

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It's been a couple of weeks since I met the strange wolf in the park, and it's been a couple of weeks since I stopped going out to jog.

The cold March air that nips at you has changed into never-ending and always depressing April showers.

I have even gotten used to Benji following me around like a pet. I will never admit this to anyone vocally, but it gets little lonely without him next to me. I guess I'm growing attached to him.

I'm sitting in my usual seat in the basement as Benji and I are going over some American History. I could feel my head nodding off as we went over the ever-interesting Gilded Age.

"Casey," Benji calls, "Casey!" he says louder which cause me to raise my head up and yell, "Grover Cleveland!"

I see Benji laughing at my strange outburst from being wakened up from nodding off.

"I'm so sorry about that," I apologize and rub my sleepy eyes, "I'm so tired lately."

"Why are you so tired?" he asks.

"I'm planning the Red Cross Auction," I yawn.

"You mean the thing where you're selling people off?"

"No," I explain, "We're just auctioning off ten bachelors and bachelorettes, who all volunteered, for charity. The person who bids the most money wins a date with the auctionee."

"What are you doing?" he asks curiously.

"I'm just planning the event and being the auctioneer."

Benji lets out a sigh of relief.

"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing," he says innocently, "Is there anything I can do to help?"


Actually, the other girls who are planning the auction with me have been begging me to ask Benji to be one of the bachelors. I just never got to ask him these past couple of weeks. I didn't want to bother him; he seems like a busy kid.

"What?" he asks expectantly.

"I mean you don't have to do this, and I don't want to bother you," I ramble.

"No trouble," he says patiently.

"Well…" Why can't I just ask him?

"You know that you can ask me anything you want, right?" he says sincerely.

"Fine, would you participate in the auction as one of the auctionees?" I ask him.

"Sure, I love volunteering to sell myself to other women," he smiles cheekily.

"You make it sound like prostitution," I laugh awkwardly, "Oh look at the time," I say with a strangely high-pitched voice, "I got to go." I quickly get up from my chair and pack up my belongings.

"See you Saturday," he waves.

"Yeah, see you," I mumble while looking for my phone.

"It's in your hand," he laughs. Oh, look at that.

"Thanks," I blush.

"Should I do anything for Friday?" he asks me before I leave.

"No, just look like you normally do."

"Okay, see you later," he says still chuckling.

"See you later," I quickly say before leaving.

Maybe it's senioritis, but I can't stand the thought of being inside this prison called school.

While in my last class of the day, I stare at the clock, which seems to be moving so irritatingly slow.

I hear the ever-welcoming sound of the bell ring signaling the end of the school day. I let out a sigh of relief and run out of the classroom before the afterschool rush in the hallways. It's like water buffalo stampeding across the canyon in Lion King. It's a miracle that no one's been trampled over.

After going to my locker, I wait in the lobby by talking with my friends in the main lobby of the school to avoid all the seniors rushing out of the school with their cars.

"Casey," Benji walks over to me.

"Hey, Benji," I greet.

"Would you give me a ride home today?" he asks me with those big puppy dog eyes.

Who can resist his charm?

"Sure," I tell him uneasily.

I wave goodbye to my friends and walk with Benji to my car.

While walking quietly to my car, Benji and I meet up with Jason who is in his uniform.

"Hey Cas," Jason greets, "How are you doing?"

"Fine," I giggle.

Why must I choose now to giggle like a stupid little schoolgirl?

"You going home?" he asks me.

"Yeah, I'm giving one of my friends a ride home," I smile at him.

I jump at the strange growling that Benji is making to Jason.

"Hey, I'm Jason," he offers a friendly hand to Benji.

Benji looks at Jason's hand as if it is dirty and doesn't shake it. Instead, Benji just childishly walks away from him. Jason awkwardly takes his hand back.

I glare at Benji for his immature action and apologize to Jason before running off to Benji.

"Wait," I call over to Benji, "What was that just now?" I ask him angrily once I catch up with him.

"What?" he asks innocently.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I don't know, shouldn't you open the car?" he asks.

"How do you know my car?" I ask him.

"It has you written all over it," he says mysteriously.

It's my mom's old minivan. There's nothing "me" about it.

"Okay," I look at him strangely before opening the car.

Once in the car, I angrily yell at him again, "That's really rude of you to do that to someone."

"I don't like him," he states simply.

"I figured that out myself," I say sarcastically.

"He gives me a bad feeling," he restates.

"I've known Jason for a long time, and he's a really nice guy once you get to know him," I explain to him.

"No thanks."

Strange. This is the first time I've seen any form of hostility I've seen from Benji.

We silently sit in the car while I drive him home.

"See you tomorrow?" I say awkwardly when I pull up to his driveway.

"Why do you think I should be friends with him?" he asks in an accusatory tone.

"Well," I try to explain, "He's a really nice guy and really funny. Not to mention that he's captain of the baseball team," I can feel the heat rushing up to my cheeks.

"You like him," he says disgusted.

"What?" I sputter, "No. No. No," I say in different volumes and speeds.

He seems to be satisfied with the answer.

"Then, good-bye mein schatzi," he kisses me on the cheek and leaves my car.

In shock, I just stare at the strange German boy go in his house. I can't help but lift my hand up to the cheek that he kissed.

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