Keep Your Eye

Selena's POV

I wanted to walk past him. I swear I really tried. My legs even moved, but then his voice came, cutting through the air like it had claws.

"How did you know I was a werewolf?"

I stopped. My lips parted slightly like they were going to answer on their own, but I shut them again. My hands trembled a little, so I shoved them deep into the sleeves of my sweater.

He took a step closer, his brows pulled together like he was trying to solve a math problem that made no sense.

"So you knew all this while? And you were trying to make fun of me? What kind of nonsense is that?"

His tone was sharp, angry, like I was the villain in his story now. I turned to him, my jaw tightening.

"I made fun of you?" My voice went high, cracked halfway. "Do you even understand what you did to me? You looked me in the eye and acted like I was some lunatic fangirl or something. You made me look like a fool in front of everyone. The whole school—"

"Acted like?" he cut in. "I didn’t act like anything. I really don’t know you."

Those words hit different. They burned. They weren’t just words. They were like someone stabbing the softest part of me. My breath caught. I wanted to scream but I didn’t.

I stared at him, at those cold eyes that used to look different in my dreams, used to be soft and sad and full of something else. I wanted to ask. I wanted to yell, what happened to you? Did you forget me again? Is this just a reset button you hit every time?

But I didn’t say it. I just swallowed it. Like always.

His voice came again, lower this time. "How do you know I’m a werewolf?"

I looked up. My throat felt dry. My heart was doing something strange in my chest, like it was bouncing between my ribs and punching my lungs.

"You told me," I said. Quiet. "With your own mouth."

His eyes narrowed. "When?"

"Doesn’t matter," I said. "You don’t remember, so just forget it."

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then he looked away, jaw clenching like he was chewing on something bitter. But I saw it—that flicker of something in his expression. He didn’t believe me, not really, but a small part of him did. He could feel it.

He faced me again. "Whatever. Just... keep it a secret."

I scoffed. Loud. "Why would I keep your furry little secret after everything you’ve done? After the whole school laughed at me like I was crazy? Even if I wanted to talk to someone, who would believe me?"

He looked frustrated, like my words were making his head spin.

"Not from the school," he said.

My brows pulled together. "Then who?"

He hesitated.

"There’s someone else I don’t want knowing."

That confused me. I tilted my head. "Who?"

He didn’t answer. Just stared past me like maybe the shadows had the answers he didn’t want to say out loud.

"What do I get from keeping your secret?" I asked. My voice was sharper than I meant it to be, but I didn’t care.

He smirked, but it wasn’t real. "If you don’t keep it, I’ll have to keep my eye on you."

I raised a brow. "Even if I do keep it?"

He nodded. "Still gonna have to keep my eye on you."

I let out a laugh. Dry. Bitter. "An eye? Why would I want your eye? Put it in a jar and show it to Sara?"

He rolled his eyes. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you’re a jerk."

We stood there, in the middle of the sidewalk, cars passing by, leaves scattering across the pavement like they were eavesdropping. The air was cold but my face was hot. Angry hot.

He looked at me again, and I saw something flicker across his face. Something like irritation, but also something else.

"You just wanted my attention, right? That’s why you made a scene."

I blinked. My mouth dropped open.

"You think I did this for attention? That I made up the whole werewolf thing and ran around like a joke just so you'd look at me?"

He didn’t answer.

"Wow," I muttered. "You really are full of yourself."

He stepped back like he was done. Like he said what he came to say. "If you want my attention, you’ve got it. Just don’t say anything to anyone."

He walked away.

Just like that.

Left me standing there with my fists clenched and my heart hanging out like a fool. My lips pressed together so tight I felt the skin sting. I didn’t move until he disappeared around the corner.

And even then, I walked home with heavy steps. My thoughts tangled up like old headphones.

When I got home, the first thing I did was throw my bag across the room. It hit the couch and flopped down like a dead bird.

I stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the wall, just breathing. In. Out. In. Out. My cheeks burned. My hands were shaking again.

Why was I jealous?

Why did it bother me so much when I saw him close to Cherry? What business was it of mine?

I didn’t own him. He wasn’t mine. He didn’t even remember me.

I rubbed my forehead and dropped onto the couch. My hoodie felt too tight. Everything felt too tight.

Let him kiss Cherry. Let him make out with her in front of the whole damn school.

Let him go to hell.

I didn’t care.

But I did.

God, I hated that I did.

The next day at school was worse.

The whispers. The stares. The way people parted when I walked into the hallway like I had some contagious disease.

And then lunch happened.

I sat alone at my usual table, just picking at fries I didn’t want, when I felt him.

That shift in the air.

Dominic.

He walked over with that stupid casual walk like he didn’t care who watched. His tray clinked as he dropped it across from mine.

My eyes narrowed.

He smirked. Leaned in a little.

"You okay, sunshine?"

My lips snapped tight. "Go away."

"Thought I’d keep my eye on you. Like I promised."

A few students turned to stare. A few more whispered.

"You think this is funny?" I hissed.

"Not really. But you wanted attention, right? I'm giving it to you."

I stood up. My chair screeched back. Everyone was looking now. The whole cafeteria.

I wanted to slap him. I wanted to cry. I wanted to disappear.

Instead, I glared at him.

"I don’t want your eye. I want you to leave me alone."

His smirk dropped just a little.

But I didn’t wait for a reply.

I grabbed my tray and walked out.

Fast.

And when I reached the bathroom, I locked myself in a stall and just sat on the floor.

My head against the door. My heart still racing.

Why was this happening again?

Why him?

Why me?