I've had a lot of things on my mind, so please excuse the crappy content of this chapter.

Read on~

I was on my way to class when I felt something—like when you step into a cold shower. I turned to meet sharp blue eyes before they disappeared. Shrugging, I went into my class.

Throughout the whole time, I made paper airplanes and threw them at people. One hit Tim in the back of his head, and he turned, eyes murderous. I gulped.

After class, he cornered me.

"How do you like that, Allen?" Tim snarled in my face, socking me in the stomach again. I cried out in pain as he brought his knee up to hit my gut again. My eye was swollen shut, my lip was bleeding, and my cheek was scraped, the first signs of blood starting to appear.

I gritted my teeth and took the blows, trying to be strong, but right about then I blacked out.

When I awoke, I was definitely not in school. A muscular teen with hard blue eyes was scowling down at me. I sat up in a flash and ducked under his arm, panic enveloping my body.

"Hermano, it's ok." I relaxed and turned upon hearing Jaime's familiar, soothing voice. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which made my face flame and my nerves very jittery.

I touched my face lightly to fin my nose had a bandage on it, my eye was less swollen, and my lip was no longer bleeding. My green eyes met his dark ones, puzzlement reflecting in mine.

I wondered why he hadn't just healed me like before—not that I was complaining. My back was still sore, and I cracked it, sighing a little at the relief.

"Thanks." I told him quietly. The tall guy from before snorted and left the room. Where was I, even?

"You're at Conner's house." Jaime explained, leaning against the doorframe.

"Why not your hours?" the question slipped out of my mouth. His eyes flared for a second.

"I don't have the supplies you needed." Was his stiff response. I bit my lip and looked down; I had made things awkward. Way to go, Allen.

For a few minutes there was an uncomfortable silence. Then:

"Do you need some company on your way home?"

The corner of my mouth quirked upwards into a smile.

Jaime was quite a gentleman. He took my arm gently and led me on the path to where I lived. I had no idea how he knew which route to take, but I was so captivated by everything about him that it didn't matter.

"You didn't have to walk me, you know." I said rather shyly, and he grinned a bit, the corners of his mouth turning upwards into a smirk. Suddenly, his tone was much different as his arms snaked around me.

"Oh, but I did." He replied, voice sultry and suave. I bit my lip, feeling heat rise in my face. We had one more corner to turn before getting to my house.

Jaime suddenly twirled me around and kissed me, hard. My eyes widened in shock but I began to kiss back. It felt like I was in a dream.

"Bart? Wake up, hermano."

My eyes flew open and I sat up straight. I was in a white bed, my nose bandaged and my lip still bleeding. Jaime was looking at me in concern, dark eyes unreadable. His cheek was bruised and his wrist wrapped in gauze. I watched his fists clench and unclench.

"I—where am I?" I asked in a dazed voice.

"School." He answered stiffly. He took a deep breath, as if to control himself.

"Oh." I muttered, remembering what Tim had done to me.

"I was very close to killing Tim." He breathed, touching my forehead lightly.

"Are you ok?" I asked quickly, to avoid him noticing the red on my cheeks that had appeared as soon as he touched me. Also, I was curious and worried.

"Of course." He assured me, a faint smile flickering across his face.

"I can't say the same for Tim." Jaime added. I blinked, and then my eyes went wide.

"Oh…"

"He is in the hospital with a broken arm." He said.

"Damn…" I was very shocked at this. Jaime was tall, but Tim was more muscular

"I'm suspended, by the way, so technically I'm not supposed to be here. But I had to make sure you're ok." He sighed, handing me a glass of water. I took a few sips, the cool liquid easing my dry throat.

"Well, thanks." I flashed him a grin, ridiculously happy that he was breaking rules to see me. Of course, it wasn't literally, and I was injured, but still.

The dream I had passed through my mind, and I felt embarrassed. Of course that wasn't real. I dropped my gaze from Jaime's piercing one, fiddling with a stray piece of thread.

He cocked his head to the side in confusion. His phone buzzed and he put it to his ear, listening intently. His eyes turned gold for a second and I gasped as he suddenly ran out, mumbling curses under his breath. Only…they were weird.

It sounded like we was saying, 'bloody werewolf bloody attacking again.'

Clearly, I had misheard. I wondered where Jaime was going, and what the sudden rush was. Didn't he say he stayed to see me? But now wasn't the time to act jealous.

I noted it for later reference, then slowly got out of the bed. My muscles were stiff and sore, but I laced up my sneakers, left a note for the nurse, and left.

I was so tired the next morning that I didn't hear the alarm. I decided just to stay home. It wasn't worth it to run into Tim and get hurt again. Besides, I didn't have any tests today and Jaime was probably busy, as he hadn't answered my 3 texts.

Or maybe I was just over thinking things.

Either way, I was exhausted.

I was so tired that I fell asleep instantly. Probably why I didn't hear the sounds, or the growls, or the movement. I'm a pretty deep sleeper.

I found out pretty quick when I woke up in the middle of the forest, my side punctured with fang marks and a air of yellow eyes glaring at me.

Hm. Cliff hanger? Please review?

~samx