Chapter Six | The Wolf and The Hunter

"I love the woods," Scott rejoices with his arms lifted up on the air. Suddenly, Scott starts to howl like a wolf.

"Wooh, Scott. Don't become a werewolf right now. I never agreed to die today." I respond, lifting my hands up in defeat.

     "Yup. I'm an alpha in my pack." He winks as he plays along.

     "Well then, if you are the werewolf, then I must be the hunter." I smirk, arching my eyebrows.

     "Sure. But how can a hunter hunt the werewolf, if the hunter love him?" Scott says as he walks towards me.

     "Well, the hunter will hunt the werewolf, if the werewolf ever broke the hunter's heart." I say, coming towards him as well, showing no fear.

     Before I know it, our faces are inches apart, close enough that I could smell his cologne.

     "Are you scared, Miss Argent?"

     "Why should I?"

     "Since I'm the 'werewolf' and you're the 'hunter', we both know I would dominate you, since I have the abilities you don't have."

     "Yeah, but as far as I know, you're not a werewolf, and I'm not a hunter."

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Scott leads me deeper into the woods, and chills overcome my thoughts, with my hands rubbing against my skin. The shadows of the trees prevents any sunlight from hitting the ground. Then there's Scott, unaffected by the cold. He turns around to see me shivering, and my grip tightens as his eyes trail down my entire body.

"You want my jacket?" Scott says, arching his eyes.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks."

He jerks his head back and murmurs something under his breath. We continue the journey until we finally arrive to a scenery of a river stream, a waterfall, and one string hanging off a strong, thick branch.

"Ta-da!" Scott screams in a goofy grin; and I don't know if I should be impressed with this, or frightened. "You like it?"

"Of course! This is a very beautiful place to be with."

"And it's the perfect place to be with a beautiful person."

"Awhhh thanks, Scott, but I don't think I'm beautiful." I become shy and so I bring my hair behind my ear.

"I know," my eyes shoots up in confusion by his response, "I was talking about myself."

     "Arrogant much?"

     He give a slight grin then bits his lips, "Wanna go in the water?"

     I stare at the lake, then admiring the waterfall before responding. Suddenly, the image of a shirtless Scott and I didn't seem to be compatible to me, so I try to tp make an excuse, "I didn't bring a bathing suit."

     "You got a bra and underwear though."

     "I'm not gonna—" I am interrupted by a smirking Scott unraveling his shirt, revealing his abs that could literally be used for laundry (as some would say, the old fashion way of doing the laundry). I quickly look away and try to change the topic, "So, you're just gonna jump of a cliff?"

     "No, that's dumb. I'll be swinging on that swing hanging from that branch, then jump off and land in the bodies of water."

I instantly turn around, with my eyes searching for the swing. From the corner of my eyes, I see Scott smiling and running towards the swing, "You like butterflies?"

     "Yes?" I say with a high pitch, a bit skeptical from what he just asked.

     "Cool, because after this, you'll defiantly have butterflies every time you look at me."

     "What?"

     "The swing. You get butterflies from the swing." He says before he jumps off the swing, into the river. I watch him land, and wait for him to get back up to gain oxygen. After a little more than 50 seconds, I began to worry that he might be drowning or something.

     "Scott, you can get up now." I wait a little longer, "Scott?" Suddenly, I get the urge to save him. I take off my shoes, and jump into the lake. My eyes are wrapped around my hair, and I unravel it with my hands. I look around, bring my shirt down from sliding up, and then I see Scott unconscious. For I moment, I forgot that we were under water, because it felt like we were floating in the galaxy.

     I propel my feet towards him and as I finally reach him, I wrap one of my arms around his waist and bring him back to the surface. Our faces finally reaches the surface and I inhale a deep breath. I bring him back to shore and lay him above the leaves and grass. I lay my head on his chest to hear a heart beat, and a huge wave a relief came when I heard some.

     "Scott, come on. Wake up." I say as I try to pump some air into his lungs. Press my folded hands and use all of my excess energy just to try to get him conscience again. "Scott, I never learned how to do CPR, okay. Just wake up!"

     I being to get frustrated and instead in pumping air into his lung, I begin to punch his chest. "Scott! Please wake up!" I lost all energy and ran out of options. Right now, I want to cry, I want to save his life, but I don't know how. Finally, it's come to my decision that I need to be the one to back some oxygen back to him.

     I take a deep breath, and my lips brings itself into his, and exert air into him. Then, I pump his chest again, and I feel like I am just crushing him. I repeat this action for a while, but as my lips touched his again, his arm automatically wraps around my waist, locking me into my awkward position. I try to push myself away from his, but my strength is like him carrying a gallon of milk. I'm too weak, and I have no more energy left. I pound my fist into his chest, but that doesn't do anything. Finally, he releases his tight grip and I finally escape.

     "Well, Ms. Argent, I thought we made a bet of not kissing anyone." He responds will a smirk.

     "Fuck you!" I say as I stand up to get away from him. Although, as I finally get up to walk away, I feel his cold hand grip tightly to my wrist. I look back and glare at him, "You're hurting me."

     "Where are you going?"

     "Let go of me."I demand again.

     "Where are you going?" He says again, but with a more rough tone.

     "Home."

     "I can't let you do that."

     "And why's that?" My angry has finally reached its boiling point by now.

     "Well, you should know that you should never wear a white shirt after you just went swimming."

     I stare at him with confusion until I see his eyes trail down, and I instantly cover myself by wrapping my arms around myself. "Take me home."

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Author's Note
Hey lovelies! So it's been a while, but hopefully this makes up for it. Anyways, my schedule has been really busy, so I may not be posting as much. I'll try to find some time to make more chapters, but if you guys have any ideas or request you want to be in the future covers, please put it here.
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