NathanIt had been exactly 6 weeks since I’d seen Cole. 6 long torturous weeks.It was Saturday again which meant only one thing. Cole would be coming to Highfield Hall later today.I hated Saturdays. I hated them so much. I basically spent the whole day pacing around my room, desperate to go out, desperate to be anywhere but staring at these four walls.But I couldn’t. Because I didn’t trust myself not to sneak a peek at him. You know, just to see if he was alright.But of course he was alright. There was barely a day that went by without someone mentioning his name. You see he turned out to be a bit of a whizz at this ecology stuff, and well, he sort of became James the gardener’s right hand man. And of course Annabell just worshiped the ground he walked on. Every sentence she said seemed to start with, ‘do you know what Cole said….’ or ‘do you know what me and Cole did…..’”It was torture. Pure torture. And to make it worse, I think they knew exactly what they were doing
ColeI made my way slowly to Highfield Hall. It had been 8 weeks since I had seen Nathan.I thought that over time, the pain of the rejection would go away, that it would hurt less. I was wrong. Every Saturday it seemed to be getting harder and harder to motivate myself to walk the short distance to the Hall.Sure, once I was there, I usually managed to lose myself in what I was there to do. But just going to the place, physically putting one foot in front of the other to go to the place that I first saw Nathan required so much effort that once I got there I was already exhausted.It didn’t help that I hadn’t slept properly in weeks.I walked in through the front gate, something I still managed to chuckle about, despite my mood, and walked over to where I saw James and Emily looking over our latest plans.“Hey Cole, how’s thi….woah you look rough, are you feeling ok?” Emily said, coming over to me and giving me the once over, before settling for looking directly into my eyes.“I’m
NathanI ran down the stairs taking two at a time.It wasn’t that I was in a rush, it was just that I felt like I had so much energy to burn.I rounded the corner and nearly bumped straight into Emily.“Woah there tiger!” she said, holding her arms up in anticipation of an impact.I managed to holt just centimeters away from her hands.“Oops, sorry,” I said with a smile before stepping to the side to go around her.“Hang on a second,” she said, and I turned back to see a confused frown on her face.I raised my eyebrows slightly waiting for her to continue.She walked over and paced around me in a full circle, her eyes roving over me as if she was trying to work something out.I just watched her in amusement.“What’s got you in such a good mood?” she said, stopping in front of me, her head tipped slightly to one side.“The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful day, why wouldn’t I be in a good mood?” I replied, as I again stepped around her and headed into the kitchen to grab something to ea
EmilyCole was avoiding me.He somehow managed to completely disappear on Saturday, despite me spending the best part of an hour looking for him.I had a sneaky feeling Annabell was helping him, as I saw her a couple of times with a mischievous grin on her face as she watched me walk by.From the little I had seen of him though, he looked like he was doing better. The black circles under his eyes had gone, and his smile looked real instead of forced, like it was last week.I just hoped that he was finally moving on.It wasn’t until Thursday that I realised I was missing something, when Casper asked,“How was Cole on Saturday?”I found the question odd, as Casper made it clear he didn’t want to be involved when I asked him to speak to Nathan last week.Casper was not one to pry into other people’s business. He was a very private person himself and so he didn’t enjoy those sort of conversations, and avoided them at all costs.“He was doing better, why do you ask?” I said, carefully ob
JoelI was a sell out. A fake. A waste of space. A pathetic little….A door opened to my left making me snap to attention in my uncomfortable, plastic, olive green chair.A member of staff walked passed me, too engrossed in a file in their hands to even notice me.The noise of their high heels clicked down the otherwise silent corridor until they walked through the door at the other end. The door closed with a thud and it was silent again.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, which gave off a creak of protest under my moving weight.I glared down at the offending object, daring it to even think about collapsing. It wasn’t like I was overweight; far from it. It was just that at 18, I was about 10 years too old to be sitting in it. It was just another symbol of the divide between me and them. I was sat on this shitty green excuse for a chair, while they would be sat on the best hand carved, Indian Oak chairs with velvet inlays and extra padding.Ok, I didn’t know if that was technic
Joel“So how did it go?” Lyla asked while draped across my bed.“Fine,” I replied snarkily, “and what are you doing in here when I’m not?” I asked while setting my bag down and pulling off my hoodie.A slow wolf whistle made me turn to Lyla and raise a frosty eyebrow.She deliberately looked me up and down taking in my interview outfit and giving extra notice to my hair.“I know!” I said patting it gently, a beaming smile now on my face. “It took me the best part of an hour getting it to look like this!”Lyla snorted and I wrinkled my nose at her unladylike noise.That just made her laugh louder.I deliberately ignored her and turned on my radio.She shut up instantly. “Oh no, no, no” she said, getting off the bed and turning the radio back off again. “I want details, Joel. What was it like? Did you see any of the family? When will you know if you got the job?”I looked over at her eager face and suppressed a smile. She looked really cute with her big curious eyes, like a little pu
I suddenly felt a haribo ping off my cheek and smiled sheepishly as I realised Lyla had been talking to me.“Anyway...” she said raising an annoyed eyebrow at my lack of attention, “I heard from Michelle that there’s going to be another ball coming up soon. Wouldn’t it be amazing to actually get to see what one looks like!”“Oh yes, I can’t wait to serve all those stuck up idiots.” I jumped up and put on my best Jeeves pose. “Would you like a brandy with that Sir? No? Well might I suggest a lovely scotch instead, it goes ever so well with the braised beef parcel with red currant jus.”Lyla rolled about laughing.“Anyway,” I added, “it’s unlikely that I’ll get to see anything. I wash pots remember. I don’t think I’ll be allowed out of the kitchen in case I contaminate the guests with my lower class disease.”Lyla just shook her head at me and gave a little smile. She was used to my rants. For some reason I had never taken to the whole hierarchy system that existed in the werewolf pa
CasperI squared up to the large black wolf in front of me. I snarled with my teeth bared and felt tingles go down my spine as all my fur stood on end.The black wolf circled me, mirroring my actions. He was impressive looking when he was stood like that. But I wasn’t worried. I could easily take him.I quickly jumped forward and nipped his back leg, making his head fly round in my direction. This was what I had been waiting for.I lifted my head up and sprang from my powerful back legs, landing with my nuzzle on the back of his neck. I clamped down hard.The black wolf twisted round, almost moving within his skin and managed to throw me off.I jumped back round, on guard, facing him again.I could see I had wounded him, but I also knew that it wouldn’t stop him.The dance started again as we circled round each other once more.I needed this. I felt the tension and stress of the past few days filter into every sinew in my body. My muscles were primed. I felt invincible.In a fl