New Wolf novel Chapter 2

I sighed in frustration. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this! This is stupid! Why do I have to practice an apology? For all I know, he might not even accept it."

"I would go with the last one. It shows that you're admitting to my almost murder." an amused voice said. It was deep and had a sexiness to it.

Sexiness? Really? Perving already Hanna that's a record!

I froze as a hint of blush spread across my cheek in being caught. Still, I didn't turn to face him and stood with my back to him.

"How long have you been awake?" I folded my arms and tried to as if I wasn't embarrassed; epic fail. He just laughed at me and I blushed deeper.

"Not long. Your pacing actually woke me up."

"Well, since you already heard many apologies, I don't see any point in saying it again." I walked over to the chair next to him and grabbed my coat.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes," I said curtly. I knew I shouldn't have been so rude but I didn't like the feeling this guy was giving. It seemed easy. I knew it was better than me trying to convince him I'm not a bad person but it felt weird. I finished the last buttoned on my coat and turned to leave.

"Wait," he said, grabbing my forearm and I felt a jolt of electricity surge through me. He must have felt it too because he quickly let go, his expression darkening. And as I stared into his green eyes, a mixture of emotions ran across his face. I had this sudden urge to be closer to him, my heart was pounding out of my chest and I wondered if he could hear it. That was when alarms started going off in my head and I jerked away.

What the hell was I doing? I don't even know this guy, much less his name and I wanted to get close to him? Something must be wrong with me, honestly.

I took one last look at him before I walked out the door and all I saw was a mixture of hurt and confusion. I would understand the confusion part but why would he be hurt? I must have caused more brain damage than I thought.

Here I am, three weeks later at his grave, just looking at it. I didn't cry this time. I promised my father that I'd be strong. I will always have that empty feeling that could never be filled, and nothing could ever change that.

For the whole day, people were pitying me and I hated it. There was nothing I hated more than when people pity me. I hate it! In case they didn't know, it only made me feel even worse than before. One second I would be fine and then they would say, 'I'm sorry about your father.'

It pisses me off because I wasn't even thinking about it before they brought it up. Don't they see that I was doing fine on my own? I was okay for Christ sake! It's not like I was going to go into a depression state and silently start planning my suicide. That would be taking the easy way out.

Living is more of a challenge.

I took one last to the grave before heading to my car. I've been here for almost the whole day and it was getting dark. Tomorrow I would be starting my first day of school, just like dad wanted. Even though we've been here a while, I didn't go to school. Being home-schooled was the easiest way to take care of my father and I never wanted to leave just in case he needed me and I wasn't there.

I was home before I knew it and I didn't bother taking my clothes off before flopping down on my bed. I was so exhausted, I don't think I'm going to eat dinner tonight. I just need some sleep.

I was jarred out of my sleep by my stupid alarm clock and let me tell, everyday that thing was slowly convincing me to sleep with a hammer. As soon as my eyes landed on the clock my eyes almost bulged out of my head.

Dammit! I'm gonna be late!

Okay let's see here:

1. Physics

2. English

3. Mathematics

4. Health

5. Lunch

6. US Government

7. Physical Education

8. Spanish

After I miserably tried to at least memorize half of my schedule, I decided to venture off and find my first-period class. And I thought it would be easy but boy was I wrong. The first bell the sounded above me and I tried not to get lost in the crowd. When the halls finally cleared, I started again.