Ezekiel

It's been three days, and I have found myself each one of those days watching Annabeth. The school placed her in tower B, turns out my father wanted her to be close to me in case anyone tries to give her any problems. I find I am both grateful and pissed off at the knowledge. Every night I tell Roman I am going for a run to let off some steam, really, I am right outside her window waiting for the light to turn off.

Once it does, I wait ten minutes, before I climb up the side of the wall, opening her window, I let myself in to watch her sleep. Her roommate woke up the first night, eyes wide looking over to the side at me. I know she wanted to ask me what I was doing in their room but knowing who I am she thought better of it and turned her body around so she couldn't see me.

I hate myself as I find I cannot keep my hands off of her. No matter how hard I try, I still find myself at her bedside, removing her hair from her face, and lightly dragging my fingers down her arm. I allow myself to stay all of twenty minutes, until I feel I may not be able to control myself a moment longer. I jump out the window, landing on my feet. As I look up, I see the window being closed behind me. Then I go for a run.

After that first night, I waited outside of the first class we had, for that pathetic half human, half witch roommate of Annabeth's. I blocked her exit, after everyone left the classroom. Glaring down at her, she wouldn't meet my eyes. She simply looked to the side where my arm was hanging from the door.

"I won't say a word." That's all I wanted to hear her say. Without a backward glance I walked away, trusting she will keep her mouth shut.

Tiberius has been hanging around the little human at lunch time. Purposely, waiting to hit the lunch line until she comes down the hall. I'm not liking it one bit, and he knows it. He swaggers over to our two tables in the back, it's where all the elite sits. The ones that come from the most powerful witch and werewolf families. He's at least smart enough to sit at the furthest spot from me. Otherwise, I may just be tempted to knock his head from his shoulders.

Today, I find I'm more antsy than normal. Everyone and everything are pissing me off beyond belief. I know I'm being a flat-out asshole today. I just don't understand why. When I catch Annabeth out of the corner of my eye, wearing that little skirt that falls just above her knees, with a light blue tight shirt on, suddenly it comes to me.

I make my way across the hall to where she stands by the girls' locker room. Taking a hold of her arm, I drag her behind me into that room. There are about five other females here in the room, but once they see me, they clear out quite fast.

"What is your problem?" I wait until I hear the door close behind the last girl leaving, before I pull her in front of me.

Walking her backwards, I wait for her back to hit the locker, before raising my arms and caging her in. I lean my body into hers, causing her head to tilt back so she can look up at me. I bring my face right into her hair, smelling her natural smell with a hint of cherry blossom. It's her signature scent, I realized this the first night we met.

I can feel her chest rising and falling faster, as my proximity is making her both nervous and aroused.

Bringing my lips close to her ear, I ask "What the fuck are you wearing?"

Her entire body freezes beneath mine. I know she's pissed off at my question, but I don't give a damn. She shouldn't be wearing something this revealing in front of a bunch of hormonal werewolves. It's hard enough for us to keep our cocks in our pants without a woman flaunting her body our way.

Annabeth

How dare he ask me that question! It's none of his fucking business what I wear and when. I shove at his chest, but the overgrown butthead refuses to budge. Deciding he isn't going to move until he wants to, I just drop my arms as I tell him about my thoughts on the matter.

"Not that it's any of your business, but it's the weekend. I don't need to wear the school uniform, so I thought I would dress comfortably."

I know I let some of my sassy bitch out in my tone, but when I'm around him I can't help it. He brings my bitchy side out. The only person I find that brings this side of me out.

He finally pulls back, bringing his face an inch in front of mine. He's so close I can see his nostrils flare at my tone. I know he hates that I am not afraid of him, although there is a huge part of me that says I should be. However, fear isn't the first emotion I feel when he's around. That would be arousal, lust, and need.

The second thing I know for certain is he wouldn't harm me in a physical way. Everyone has told me to be very afraid of him, just to place my head down, and walk as fast as I can in the opposite direction when him and his friends are around. Call me stupid but I face him head on and give him all the attitude I can.

Judging by the look in his eyes, the dilation of his pupils. He loves that I challenge him. At least, I can feel a big part of his body does. Although, judging by the pinch of his lips, and the tension in his jaw there's a part of him that wants to kill me right now. I blatantly refuse to back down, I lift my head, bring my shoulders back, and glare at him head on.

His eyes are looking all over me. I can see clearly as day the war going on in his head. It's the same one I'm fighting on a daily basis myself. We both hear the door open; he moves his body in front of me and looks over his shoulder. I hear that bitch Jizelle say a half assed sorry as she turns on her heal and walks out of the room.

When he looks back at me, our lips are a millimeter apart. I hear a growl in the back of his throat before I see the decision made in his eyes looking back at me. His hands reach for my head, on both sides, as his lips come crashing down on mine. Thank goodness for his body being right in front of me, holding me up. I'm afraid I would have fallen to my knees with how hot this kiss is if he wasn't.