Chapter 7 : She might not be a witch

Kira's POV

As the lecturer taught, I kept my eyes transfixed on Austin. He listened with keenness without any idea that I was gawking at him. I couldn't peel my eyes off him. We weren't mates anymore, but I still felt that connection. No matter how long the distance between us was, I still felt very close to him.

"Hey" Christine nudged me from the side and I turned to look at her.

"You are really into this boy"

"No, I'm not" I scowled, shrugging as I looked at the lecturer.

"Of course" she rolled her eyes. "Now I know why you wanted to take advanced classes so much"

"Cut it out Christine" I frowned at her. I could deceive her, but I couldn't deceive myself.

"There's no point hiding. If you seriously like him, why don't you just go talk to him?" 

I shuddered at the thought of that. Days ago, I would have gladly done that, but now, I couldn't because I was scared of him. The way he looked at me with his cold eyes always had a way of sending a cold shiver down my spine. It wasn't right for me to be scared of him, but I couldn't help it. Katrina wasn't here to keep my emotions in check, so it was basically all over the place.

"I know I said he can be difficult, but you are pretty. He will most definitely fall for you. If you are clever enough to know what he wants of course"

What she didn't know was I had tried, but he got angry at me and told me to fuck off. To be honest, I didn't realize Austin was that rude in my past life. I only focused on how he treated me and not how he treated other girls that tried to hit on him.

"Look, the lecturer is leaving, you can try your luck now"

The lecturer was indeed leaving and so were the students. Beads of sweat began to gather on my forehead. He was still seated in his seat, stuffing his laptop into his bag while I just sat on mine, not sure of what to do.

"Come on" Christine nudged me, bringing me back to my senses.

"I'm on it," I said, standing up from my seat. At that point, the class was almost empty.

Christine waved me goodbyes as she walked away. I knew if I walked up to him and told him hi, he might tell me to fuck off again, so I thought of another idea instead. I rushed outside to wait for him with a can of coke I had found in my bag.

The plan was to spill the drink on him, not to make him mad, but for him to notice me.

He was on the phone with someone as he walked out. I steadied myself with the opened can of coke, ready to attack, but my stupid instincts failed to remind me that my mate was a werewolf who had a fast reflex.

I had barely even lifted my hand to pour the drink on him when he caught it and in a split second my hair and clothes were drenched in sweet juice.

He looked at me like he had seen a ghost, while I, on the other hand, regretted not thinking of the plan well enough.

I was expecting him to shake his head and leave me, probably even call me a freak, but he did the most surprising thing.

He leaned closer, grabbed my hand, and started dragging me with him.

"Hey, where are you taking me to!" I knew if he did what he did earlier when he took me to a secluded place, I might melt in his cold eyes.

"Who stands by the door with an opened can of coke?" He asked, still dragging me.

"Uhm me" I yelled at him. "And who walks through a door with his eyes on the floor"

He didn't give me a reply, still dragging me, until we got to the toilet. I hesitated, trying to free my hands from his grip, but he didn't let me move an inch.

"Get yourself clean" he pointed at the tap while I stared at him in disbelief. He hated me so much for him to care about getting me clean. The look on his face didn't hold remorse, so it was certain he didn't feel sorry for what he did. What was he up to?

"Well," he snapped, already impatient.

I shrugged and dipped my head into the tap. He even helped me turn on the tap. He stood there as if he was waiting for something to happen. When I raised my head to look at him there was astonishment in his eyes.

"Who are you?" he asked with furrowed confused eyebrows.

I wanted to say my name, but I realized he meant more than that

"What do you mean?"

Austin's POV

I could feel her presence from where I was. I watched her leave the class, but I still felt it, signaling she wasn't far. It was strange to have such a feeling. I had never felt so connected to someone before. Even my wolf; Huxley, was excited. I was certain she was not my mate. Her scent wasn't driving me crazy or anything, but I still felt that strong urge to have her around me. How was that even possible?

As I got closer to the door, I could hear her nervous breathing. I knew she was there, waiting for me. The moment I stepped out, I saw a can of coke coming toward my face. I quickly averted it and watched as it spilled all over her.

*Did this bitch just try to pour a can of coke on me?* I asked inwardly in fury.

*Derek was right, she is into you* my wolf; Huxley chuckled mischievously 

*Shut the fuck up* I snapped at him

Derek said a lot of things, but one thing I was willing to confirm was if she was a witch or not. This was a perfect time. Witches were slightly hydrophobic. Submerging them into water might make them manifest violently. If she knew all she knew about me because she was a witch, then I needed to confirm.

I grabbed her hands without saying a word and marched with her to the toilet. She tried to struggle, having no idea of a wolf's strength. I wanted the truth and I was going to get it from her.

"Get yourself clean" I ordered and watched her shudder in fear. Her face held confusion, but I could sense the fear in her heart, which was strange. I didn't know how it was possible to feel the emotions of someone who wasn't your mate.

She bent her head to the tap and I turned it on, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. She wasn't a witch after all. Then how did she know everything about me? How did she know I got my wolf at Nineteen instead of eighteen? I was certain I had never met her in my life, but she knew me.

"Who are you?" I asked in confusion. Everything she said about my life was true, apart from the girl she kept mentioning as my mate, but why would she lie about something like that? 

*But what if she isn't lying?* My wolf Huxley asked and I began to think of the possibilities of the truth in what she said.

What if she was a seer and was simply telling me about my future?