5: SEE YOU LATER, PRISSY PANTS

NIGEL'S POV

Velma kept kissing on my neck while we walked to the library where detention was being held. I was so pissed that I had to spend my evening with that annoying princess. Father would not like me being late for yet another sparring session.

“Velma, quit it,” I nudged her off. My skin was all clammy and sticky from her saliva. I used the back of my palm to dry my neck.

“Remember the Wolfout Ball is in three and a half months and I want to make sure we coordinate. I was thinking you can do a black and white tux — you know, like a James Bond kinda vibes and I could wear a black dress with a plunging neckline.”

“Sounds good.”

“But don't overdo it. I don't want you to take away the attention from me,” she giggled. “See you when you get home.”

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I strolled into the library, where Mrs. King was bent over a desk, scribbling away in a notebook. The virgin girl was resting against the wall in front of our History teacher. She looked like a lost puppy in that baggy red sweater and track pants.

“Mr. Vanderwolf, you're late,” Mrs. King acknowledged, squinting at me over the top of her eyeglasses.

“I'm sorry, I was busy living my life,” I moped in, dropping my book bag on the floor next to the virgin's feet.

“Good for you. Now you and Miss Whitmore have some work to do,” she fixed the glasses on her face. “Do you know anything about the Dewy Decimal System?”

“The Chewy what?” I raised my eyebrows at her. “Sounds freaky.”

She sighed. “How about you, Miss Whitmore? You're interested in studying literature, so surely you must know about the Dewy Decimal System.”

“Yes, Mrs. King, I do.” Prissy Pants was quick to answer. Of course, she did.

“Good. Now you two have four hours to arrange these books in order on shelves one and two.”

“You got to be kidding me,” I argued. “I only can spare you half an hour tops. I really have somewhere important to be.” The training sessions would be over by the time I get back to the pack mansion.

“I kid you not,” Mrs. King said in annoyance. “You should have known that before you disrupted my class today. Let this be a lesson to both of you,” she scolded.

“Great,” I rolled my eyes.

“I will be in my classroom grading assignments and marking test papers. I will check on you in two hours.”

The human woman left the two of us to do this dewy, chewy thingy. Prissy Pants immediately began to arrange the first shelf. As for me, I didn't know the first goddamn thing to do, so I sat in the chair and rested my feet on the desk. “Wake me up in a hundred and fifteen minutes,” I said, stretching my arms over my head and getting relaxed in my seat. A little nap wouldn’t hurt me.

“If you think I'm going to do all this by myself, then you are even more brain-dead than I thought,” she seethed.

“She speaks,” I mocked. “I thought you would never speak to me again after the showdown in history class today,” I grinned remembering the traumatized look on her face when she saw that cock slamming into that girl’s pussy.

“You will pay for that, Nigel. That was not cool. This could affect my letter of recommendation for college.” I noticed the tears welling up in her eyes, and I kinda felt bad for her. She used the back of the sweater's sleeves to dry her eyes. The sound she produced when she sniffled caused my heart to flutter.

“For Moon Goddess' sake,” I grumbled. “Hey,” I got up and went closer to her. I used my palm to gently grab her shoulder and turn her around to face me. “Please, don't cry,” I tried to soothe her. People crying around me made me uncomfortable. Living among werewolves, I rarely saw people cry, so this experience was somewhat foreign to me.

Her bright eyes looked up at me, and her lips and eyelids fluttered violently.

“What's happening?” Taurus inquired. Miranda's face transformed, looking like someone possessed by a demon. “Make her stop.”

“I just want to go home,” her voice broke, and then a gush of water fell from her eyes.

“We will when we are finished here. Just stop crying, you look so ugly now.” My words seemed to have made her worse because she began to holler.

“Make her stop, she's gonna cause my ears to bleed,” Taurus warned.

“I'm trying,” I mind-linked him back.

“Maybe you should pat her back, that works with the babies in the pack,” Taurus suggested.

“You're right Taurus.” So I gently patted her back, and she sucked in a breath at the contact. “There, there strange girl. Don't cry now. You'll get to go home after we are finished arranging the shelves here.”

She slapped my hand away. “You don't get it. I don't consider your creepy guest house my home. My home is in Blue Springs, California. That's where Clarke is. That's where Roger is and that's where,” she faltered before she continued. “That's where Stanley is.”

“Clarke, Roger, and Stanley, huh?” I chuckled. “What happened to Tom, Dick, and Harry?”

“You're not funny,” she sniffled with a smile on her lips.

“Well I'm not award-winning funny, but I made you smile,” I pointed out. “Come on,” I bumped her shoulder with mine. I grabbed a book. “Tell me how this Oohy-Gooey system works.”

“It's Dewy Decimal System,” she laughed, then she snatched the book from my hands and began to explain.

Her lips parted and words came out, but I wasn't listening to none of them. I just smiled and nodded and even threw in the occasional 'OK' and the good ole 'I Got It' here and there. For a human, she was easy on the eyes.

“How is it going in here?” Mrs. King entered. She was right on time with the two hour mark.

“We're almost finished with shelf one,” Miranda explained.

“Good. I'm glad you two are getting along.” Our teacher clapped. “Just two more hours and you can leave.”

The final two hours blew off really quickly. We were finished with the second shelf and waiting for Mrs. king to come back to dismiss us. So we began talking to kill the time and I was shocked to learn that Prissy Pants was easy to talk to.

“So, what are your plans after high school?” She asked while she took a bite from a snicker she got from a vending machine.

“Umm, I'll work with my father so that I can take over the family business one day.” Being the alpha of my pack scared me a little but it was my birth right. That was why I had to win this tournament.

“So no college?” She inquired.

“No.”

“Ok. What does your father do, anyway? You guys seem filthy rich.” She chewed on the last piece of candy.

“He owns one of the biggest oil companies in the world. Plus, he does trade with international buyers.” My father was a great businessman and a ruthless tycoon.

“That's cool.” She smiled.

“Ok, Prissy Pants, enough about me. What are you gonna do after high school?”

“Well, my dream is to go to Columbia University to study English Literature. I even applied for early admissions and I have an interview in three months,” she spoke excitedly. I could tell she really found joy knowing she would be going to college.

“Sounds boring, but good luck.” I laughed.

“Whatever,” she giggled, swatting my shoulder.

We stood on our feet. It was almost time for Mrs. King to dismiss us. I was staring at her, but I didn't know why. Taurus was begging me to look away, but I couldn't. Her cheeks flushed crimson when she noticed me watching her. I cleared my throat. “You have a little chocolate on your face.”

“Oh my God! Where?” She asked, embarrassed, wiping her mouth with her hand and still missing the crumbs.

I laughed. “Here, let me do it.” I held her by her palm and pulled her closer to me. Our bodies were inches apart. I didn't realize how short she was until now. Her head was at my chest. I tilted it up and used my thumb to gently wipe away the crumbs. “There, better.” I smiled and she smiled back. For a moment, just a moment, I found her irresistible, even in her oversized clothes. Her unique scent was strange but intoxicating. Her gaze met mine, and my ears perked at how fast her heart was thumping away in her chest. Not only that, but her breath smelt like chocolate and peanuts, very inviting. I swallowed my saliva to soothe the dryness in my throat. My eyes dilated when I noticed her licking her lips. My head bent down towards hers, my eyelids got heavy. She tipped on her toes, inching her mouth to meet mine. Was this happening? Were we really going to kiss?

Taurus was howling in my skull to abort this suicide mission, but I quickly blocked him out. Miranda closed her eyes and puckered her lips, and I did the same. The electricity between us was evident. My lips barely brushed against hers.

“OK, kids, it’s 6 PM, time to go —" Mrs. King paused. Miranda and I parted like two magnets repelling from each other. “Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt whatever it is I just walked in on.”

“We were just —" Prissy Pants didn’t even know what to say.

“There was something on her face and I offered to wipe it away,” I explained.

“Yeah right. What were you wiping away? Her lips?” Taurus entered the chat. I ignored him.

“You don’t have to explain, Mr. Vanderwolf. Believe it or not, I was your age once,” Mrs. King smirked. “OK, grab your book bags, and let’s get out of here.”

We locked up the library and exited the building. Mrs. King quickly made it to her Toyota and drove away. I noticed Prissy Pants grunting while she held her phone up above her head. “Shoot, no service.”

“Do you want a ride home?” I asked her.

“No, she doesn’t. Let’s just go home, Nigel. I’m eager for a run.” Taurus was not having it.

“Umm, it’s OK I’m trying to get a taxi,” Miranda answered.

“Good luck with getting cell service, then,” I laughed, twirling my keys on my finger as I walked to my car. There was no way she would get service out here. She should have ordered her taxi when she was inside the building, for some reason that was where the signal was strongest in the town.

“Good. We don’t need her stinking up our car with her virginity,” Taurus complained.

“You’re such a diva,” I told him.

“I know you are, but what am I?” He whined.

“You know, for a big bad wolf, you sure are behaving like an immature pup.”

“You take that back right now!” He gasped.

“Nope, no can do buddy,” I laughed. I settled in the driver's seat and started the car. Prissy Pants was still trying to pick up a signal. “Just get in the damn car!” I roared. “I’m not leaving you alone out here. It’s about to get dark.”

“I said I’m fine,” she yelled.

I grunted. This chick was more work than she was worth. I got out of the car and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder. “I guess I’ll have to kidnap you then.”

“Put me down, Nigel,” she screamed.

I threw her in the front of my car head first. She struggled to reposition herself. “You are such an A-hole.”

“Asshole. Say asshole. A-hole just sounds so wrong.” I rolled my eyes. “Now put on your seatbelt.”

“No,” she folded her arms at her chest.

“Put your seatbelt on. I’m not gonna tell you again.”

“Read my lips, I said, NO!”

Such a stubborn little thing. I reached over to grab the seatbelt. She jumped in surprise. Taurus was excited in the back of my head. He had a different idea of what I could do with the seatbelt. “Yes! Yes, Nigel, now wrap it around her neck, and let’s strangle her to death, then throw her body for the rogues to eat.”

What the actual fuck?

“Taurus, will you just shut up!” I sighed, clicking the seatbelt into place.

“I am the great Taurus and nobody respects me anymore — “ My wolf complained.

“Just so you know I’m not talking to you for the rest of the ride home,” Prissy Pants told me.

“Good, you’ll actually be doing me a favour,” I deadpanned. I settled in my seat again, then I restarted the engines. I stepped on the gas and zoomed my way home. And Miranda was true to her words, she didn’t utter a sound until I parked us in front of the guest house. “Home sweet home,” I grinned. She was upset. I could tell by the manner she was fighting to take off the seatbelt. I exited the car and hurried around to her side, and opened the door for her.

“You didn’t have to do that. This isn’t a date,” she fussed. She stomped off, hurrying to the front door.

“Hey, Prissy Pants,” I called to her, and she paused. She turned around, staring daggers my way.

“Stop calling me that.”

“I’m just letting you know you can keep the clothes,” I pointed at her attire. I found it ironic that out of everything in lost and found she chose my clothes to wear.

“What?” she asked confused.

“The sweater and trousers you have on, I’m saying it doesn't look too bad on you, so you can have them,” I cackled.

Her eyes widened in realization. “No wonder they smell like a wet dog,” she complained.

A heaviness and a burden came over me, so I trained my eyes to the top floor of the mansion. I saw two glowing eyes watching me. His muscular figure was hidden in the shadows, but I knew instantly who it was. My father.

“See you later, Prissy Pants,” I nodded before walking away.