^^^Xavier Liam Chase. Like I said before, him and Mikayla are the only two people I will be casting. The rest is up to your imagination. Xavier is played by the extremely attractive Sean O'Pry!

Mikayla's P.O.V

"What?" I asked, clearly freaked out.

His features softened at the sight of my frightened face,"Baby, I've been looking for you ever since my 16th birthday."

"Why me? What am I?" I babbled, becoming scared, but I tried not to show it.

"You're my soul mate. My other half," he explained, a hopeful look on his face.

"No, no. How the fuck did you come to that conclusion? We literally just met. Have you been stalking me, or something. I'm going to call the police if you don't leave."

His face turned back to the serious, yet sexy look, "I don't think you want to do that, princess."

"Yes I do," I pulled started calling 911, but before I could start talking, he snatched my phone and threw it to the ground.it smashed to tiny pieces. I stared at his, wondering how he could have broken my phone with such a seemingly soft throw.

"What the FÛCK, dude?" I screamed.

"You really shouldn't call the police on your soul mate, just saying," he answered, nonchalantly.

"I'm leaving, you're fucking creepy and I have to get to class. Don't ever speak to me again," Secretly, I didn't want to go back to class. I wanted to stay in here, with him. Despite the fact that he just broke my phone and broke into the Girls' Bathroom, I felt a weird attraction to him.

I still left. After I felt that he wasn't staring at me, I hurried toward class.

Just before I reached her room, I felt arms wrap around my torso. The person, who I already knew the identity of, picked me up in a secure

don't-fight-because-you-know-you-will-lose bridal style hold. He ran outside, toward the forest.

"Stop!" I screeched.

No answer.

"PUT ME DOWN!"

No fucking answer.

"I fucking swear I will spit on you!"

I'm going to kill this guy.

"I DONT EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!"

This guys a lunatic.

"RAPE!"

We were already too far into the forest for someone to hear, but I wanted to scare his into letting me go.

His face held its blank expression.

"What's your name."

A smirk made its way I onto his perfect face.

"Why? Want to know what to scream tonight in bed?"

"No, I want to know what to tell the police when I report you."

The smirk didn't waver one bit, "Hey, someone shouldn't be arrested for looking sexy."

This. Fucking. Guy.

I gave up on struggling and just enjoyed the peacefulness of the quiet forest.

"I still want to know his name," I thought to myself.

"Well, if you want to know so much, it's Xavier Chase."

"Did he hear me?" I asked myself, baffled.

"Yes, yes I did." I could practically hear the cockiness in his tone.

"How?"

"It's a sexy guy superpower."

Before I could question him more, we came to a mansion. I was hoping that he was poor or something. At least he would have something not-perfect about him.

"I-is this your house?" I stuttered.

"Eh, more like a community house."

"What?" This Xavier guy was confusing.

"It's complicated. You'll find out soon enough." He proceeded to carry me into the house. We entered a living room and he set me down.

I hated to admit it, but this house was nice.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"It's courteous to show your souls mate your house," I was getting tired of this soul mate shit.

"Whatever, can I leave now?"

"No, you may not. In fact, you're not going to leave for a while."

My mouth opened to the approximate diameter of Jupiter.

"What?! Graduation is in less than a week. You know, I didn't earn straight A's all year not to earn my diploma on time!" I yelled. It may not seem like it, but I was pretty serious about school.

"Fine, you can go to school and stuff, but you're living with me," he reasoned.

"You can't do this! I don't know you! You don't know me! I'm not going to stay here with a random guy who believes in his soul mate. My life has been messed up, all in a matter of an hour. How the fuck do you even run that fast? I swear, you ran 10 miles in a matter of 10 minutes. I opened my mouth for a second and a fl-," he covered my mouth with his.

I didn't kiss him back, but I didn't pull away.

When my morals hut me like a semi-truck, I pulled away.

He stared at me with seemingly loving eyes, "I've been longing to do that since I laid eyes on you."

I was so confused. I was happy, angry, scared, dumbfounded, nervous, flirty, and excited. So I did the one thing hat made sense.

I slapped him.

I'm pretty sure that I hurt my hand more than his face.

He just moved his head back into position and rubbed his face.

"Why would you do that."

"I don't know. Maybe it's because you just kissed me without my consent. You're an asshole! Like I've said a million times, I don't know you!"

"Okay, let me introduce myself. My name is Xavier Liam Chase and I'm a werewolf. I am a member of the Blood Mountains Pack. I am 20 years old and like dogs."

"That doesn't fucking help. Knowing your name and your a-.....," I stopped mid-sentence, processing what he had just said.

His face held an Are-you-stupid expression.

"You're a werewolf?" I asked slowly?

"Yup, " He popped the 'P' at the end.

"Okay, this is weird. So, I'm just going to go now. Be a good doggie and maybe your owner will give you a treat." I started walking toward the door, much like I did in the bathroom at school. The only thing that kept me from leaving earlier was his face. But sincerest a psycho, it kind of overpowers the attractiveness.

Before I would say, "Doggie," Xavier was in front of the door.

"I'm sorry, princess. I can't let you leave," with that, he threw me over his toned shoulders and ran up the stairs I hadn't even noticed.

"Put me down, Xavier!"

No answer.

I guess history does repeat itself sometimes.

I just have up and excepted my fate as a prisoner in a psycho's beautiful mansion.

My life sucks.

We reached a room with a double wooden door with brass curled handles. It had intriguing designs scattered all over the surface, making it look weirdly elegant. This door was probably worth more than my house.

He opened the door and carried me to an even grander bed. He tossed me onto the silk sheets and walked to he door.

I hopped off the bed and ran over to him.

"What are you doing? You can't leave me in here. What do you want from me? Please, just let me go!" Tears were actually forming in my eyes that I couldn't even control.

He turned around and looked me in the eyes.

"I need your phone," he said, his voice stern.

"What? No!" I wrapped my hands tightly around the electronic.

He unwrapped my fingers from he phone and snatched it up.

He opened the door. Just before he closed it, completely leaving me alone, he stuck his head in the door.

"I finally found you, I can't lose you." With that he shut the door.