Chapter 4: James

I can’t seem to get any time to talk to Timothy or Patrick about Sandy. We’re at football practice and what do I see? Davidson sitting next to Sandy, again. Then, out of the blue, she whoops and hugs him. I couldn’t help the loud growl that came from me.

I wanted nothing more than to run up there and hold her myself. I didn’t want her to be hugging anyone else. What does that make me? A selfish prick? After she looks around, she continues to sit next to him, but she doesn’t touch him anymore. Mission accomplished.

We finished our practice. As were leaving the football field I overhear the conversation between her and Patrick.

“You guys looked good out there today,” Sandy explained as they approached her.

“What was the whooping and hugging all about earlier?” Patrick demanded as he approached her.

Davidson held his hand up in surrender and said, “She merely thanked me for showing her the step she was missing in her equations. That’s all. I wasn’t trying anything. Honest.”

“And what if he was? What were you going to do about it? Huh? I swear having four brothers doesn’t mean I’m a nun,” Sandy said as she turned on her heal and walked away.

“Sandy, stop! I didn’t mean anything by it. Really. Stop!” Patrick shouted as she continued to walk away.

“I hate to be you when you get home,” Davidson stated with a grin.

“Yeah, she’s got a temper, but she’s right. I had no right to say anything. I just worry about her. She’s my twin sister. Ya know?” Patrick replied with a sigh of frustration.

Timothy and Patrick found her leaning against Timothy’s car with her arms crossed her chest. I wanted to say something to them, but it didn’t feel like the right time, so I kept on walking.

I went home and told my dad I had something I needed to handle which was the truth. I wanted to make sure she was okay. I left and walked toward Sandy’s house, but I stayed in the tree line. I wanted to make sure everything was all right.

I saw her enter her room and sit by her window. When she began to cry, it nearly broke my heart. My wolf started whimpering. I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and comfort her. I still don’t understand why I feel this way about her. Why am I developing strong feelings for her? I’m only 17 years old. I don’t turn 18 until the end of the year.

I stayed hidden for a while. I watched her cry and the night sky. She finally got up and went to bed around midnight. I finally left knowing she was safe in her bed and that I knew I would see her at school tomorrow. Sweet dreams Sandy.

The next day proved to be even more difficult to talk to anyone. Sandy wasn’t in a talkative mood. Her brothers proved to be even more frustrating. They didn’t want to talk to anyone either.

By lunchtime, I heard that Sandy was outside Dabney’s office because she was caught skipping class. No way. Skipping? Sandy?! I found myself walking down there and sure enough, there she was sitting right outside his office with her head held low.

What should I say to her? What should I do? I wanted to go up to her and talk to her, but what would I say? ‘What brings you here?’ Lame, right? Just as I get the courage to approach her, Dabney’s door opens, and her dad walks out. Then, she notices me in the hallway. I hurry down the hallway to my next class.

Why do I panic whenever I’m near her? I get tongue tied or I don’t know how to act. Will I ever get it together so I can talk with her?