Five

GRAYSON

Something about her fascinated me and drew me in. I wanted to learn more about her, spend some quality time with her, and still tease her. I couldn’t concentrate on what was being taught in the class at that moment because my entire attention was on her and her alone. I observed how she smiled, laughed, and wrote notes in her notebook while maintaining a serious expression.

I’m not sure how time flew by, but the sound of the bell jolted me, and I saw everyone else leave the classroom except her. She remained preoccupied with what she was writing in her notebook. Naturally, I was not the type to wait for others to leave before leaving the classroom, but I had found something that would keep me occupied. It was all her; her pheromones excited me, and I wanted to learn more about her, what she did, how she lived, what she did for fun, in short, everything about her.

I wanted to know everything while still teasing her as much as possible. I suppose teasing her would bring her closer to me and make her submit to my will.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from hers. She must have felt my gaze and raised her head to meet mine. I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t staring at her because we were the only ones in the room. I was curious as to what was going through her mind as her gaze passed through mine.

Why was I so taken with this werewolf? What was it about her that drew me in? Why was I so drawn to her? What else could she give me that would excite me as much as her anger had earlier? What else could I make her do? What else could she possibly be capable of? 

I wanted to leave now that I had her attention, but I couldn’t move; it was as if an unknown force was pulling me in, refusing to let me go. I gave in to the force and stood still, staring at her, and her eyes were fixed on mine as well. I whispered in a voice only I could hear, “WATCH OUT LITTLE ONE, YOU WILL BE SEEING MORE OF ME.”

I wanted to stay a little longer and observe her more, but I remembered that I had promised to hang out with my new friends. Because of her and the encounter this morning, I had a lot of people, both male and female, trying to make friends with me. I was able to make two friends who I knew would come in handy when I needed them.

I promised to meet them at the arcades today. I needed to get away from the stress of moving and having to live in a new environment where I didn’t know anyone other than my house, the mall, and school. I needed someone to show me around, and thanks to Mark and Tyler.

I apologized, “Hey, guys, I apologize for being late. I’m sorry, I got caught up in something important,” and they both accepted.

Tyler was a vampire, and Mark was a werewolf. Although we had nothing in common, they were the ones who were fun and could help me.

We had been gaming for about two hours when I smelled a familiar pheromone that belonged to Chloe. I was excited knowing she was nearby, and I wanted to see her and observe her from a distance. As I scanned the room, I didn’t spot her until she walked past the glass door. I quickly stuffed my belongings into my bag.

“Hey, guys, I have to leave... I have some urgent matters to attend to, and I was just notified of them. Here’s my share of the money. See you later,” I said as I hurried out, ignoring Tyler and Mark’s calls.

I was interested in Chloe, so I saw this as an opportunity to learn more about her, particularly where she was staying. I followed her for several hours, constantly hiding so she didn’t notice me. I was almost caught by her at one point. I guess she must have realized someone was following her.

I watched as she came to a stop in front of a building and opened the door, only to be pulled in and the door closed behind her. I waited a few minutes and when she didn't come out, I knew that was where she lived.

Why I was following her is a mystery to me. Sure, she piqued my interest, but I never imagined I’d be tracking her instead of relaxing in the comfort of my own home. Instead, I was outside in the cold, trying to learn more about her.

Since I was already at her house, I figured I’d look around and learn more about her. I scanned the structure.

I scanned the building for another way into the house and noticed a slightly open window.

I ran fast, climbing the walls as fast as I could until I reached the window and climbed in. My nose was clogged with pheromones the moment I stepped in, and her pheromones filled the entire room. I was in her room. Who would have guessed that following her would lead me here?

While I was here, I wanted to get my fill and search the room for things that would interest me. I took a walk around the room, inspecting everything from her bed to the pictures on the wall. My gaze was drawn to two framed pictures on her reading table, one of a couple with a baby and the other of another couple with Chloe. A thought occurred to me: ‘Who were the couple and the baby? Was that Chloe when she was younger?’ I heard a voice and the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, so I quickly escaped through the window and hid in the tree in front of the window, making sure I had put everything back in place so she wouldn't suspect anything. 

I watched as she sat on her bed and then began undressing.

This was bad. I shouldn’t be watching a girl undress, but I was captivated by her amazing body. In this state, I was a pervert who deserved to be stoned.

Her body was perfectly toned and sculpted, with a little form and a well-cupped and sculpted ass. I was so taken with what I was seeing that I licked my lips together. She didn’t spend long in the bathroom before exiting with a towel wrapped around her body and wet hair. Before leaving the room, she wore a short and an oversized T-shirt.

I returned to the room and went into the bathroom where she had exited. Call me a pervert—I couldn't care less. I remained there, smelling her freshly washed. I used my hand to feel her shampoo, body wash, and other products then returned to her room and sat on her bed.

I quietly moved my gaze around her room. It was small, blue, and perfectly and neatly organized. I heard movement and went back outside the room; when she entered, she went straight to her reading table and sat there.

She was exhausted after a while, so she turned off the light and went to sleep. I waited a while before returning to her room. The room was now dark, but I could still see her because of the small amount of light that reflected on her face. She looked so peaceful as she slept, but I could tell she was bothered by the strand of hair on her face.

I had reached out my hand to help her in removing it when she flinched, and the expression on her face changed from peaceful to terrified. Then I noticed her trembling and sweat pouring down her face and body.

“No! Please let my parents go. Please don’t kill them, no, no.” Tears began to fall from her eyes, and she blinked before slowly opening them. I quickly hid in the dark near the window. She sat up in her bed, wiping away her tears.

I could see her lips moving but she wasn’t making a sound. At that moment, a wind blew in through the window and she turned in my direction. I paused for a moment, but when I noticed she was reaching for the light, I dashed out of her room and towards my home.

I went straight to the bed in my room and fell flat on it. I couldn’t take my thoughts away from her; her expression and the words that came out of her mouth as she cried in her sleep, begging someone not to kill her parents.

‘Who was she living with if her parents were no longer alive?’ Who was the couple with the baby? Were those her real parents? The other couple, who were they?’ All of these thoughts ran through my head until I fell asleep.