My mate, My exception novel Chapter 14

Jake shuts up after that. The rest of the ride is quiet and he doesn't try to talk to me again. He glances in my direction every once in a while, which I do in return whenever he isn't looking.

He looks distraught. He looks upset and frustrated. I hope it isn't all because of me. After all, this was all his fault. His hands grip the steering wheel and I notice a bracelet on his wrist. It's simple black rope tied off around his wrist. I want to ask him what it is, but I remember I am mad at him.

He tries one last time as we approach my house.

"I want you to have my number." He says while attempting to hand me a piece of paper. "Just so you can call me."

"I seriously doubt I'll be doing that." I brace myself to jump out of the car as soon as he stops but Jake rolls right past my house. "You missed it." I hiss.

"Yes, I know. I won't stop until you take my number." He persists.

"But this is kidnapping! I could sue you!" I threaten.

"Sure, but you won't. Besides, I'm just circling the block, but can you please just take it."

"You know I think I'll just roll."

"No!" He roars, making me jump in my seat. I look at him appalled and he shrinks back into his seat. "I didn't mean to scare you. Please don't hurt yourself, especially in front of me. I'd hate myself forever."

I nodd my head once and reach my hand out. "Give me your number." I say plainly.

"Oh good! So you'll call me." He sounds hopeful as he hands it to me and I feel a warmth in my stomach. It makes me feel like I really should just call him so everything can be alright again.

What am I saying? No! I am not doing that.

I jog slowly, trying to ignore the cramp in my side. It really is a crappy run. By the time I end up reaching my half-way point, I start to walk.

I try not to think of my date last night too much. What was Jake trying to pull? After he had tried claiming he was a mythical creature, I thought for sure he wanted out of whatever we were starting. His reaction after, however, made it seem like he cared about what I thought. Like he cared about me.

I am almost to the main path again when my internal debate is interrupted by a low growl. I freeze on instinct. To my right, I see a dark, large dog materialize in front of me. It's head is low and it begins stalking towards me like I'm it's next meal. As it comes closer, I realize that it's not just a stray dog- but a wolf.

I turn and am about to run for my life when I hear an obnoxious ripping noise. Another wolf, this one a solid dark brown color, leaps in front of me from the left side. Its sudden appearance makes me fall backwards on my butt.

The brown wolf also make it's way towards me, snarling threateningly. I know if I back up, I'll hit the gray wolf. If I try to run, they'll both lunge. So I stay still in fear of being attacked and killed.

When the brown wolf stands in front of me I crouch down prepared to face death, wishing I had gone to church one more time. Instead, the brown wolf jumps over me, pouncing on the gray wolf. They both start snapping at eachother and snarling. Their jaws seem to always be just barely missing the others neck. It is intense to watch, but I use the distraction as my cue to leave.