[attr="class","wjoshpost"]A soft breath parted from her lips as she took a moment to press her shoulder against the thick wooden pillar within the Silverbranch dorm. Clutched to her chest were resumes she had printed out and delivered to the Little Cove Cafe and Sneaky Snacks Convenience store. It seemed her compulsive behavior had placed her in a rather precarious situation. In short, she couldn't afford to replace the boy's phone even with her savings.

She hated being poor, but knew there was little sense in wallowing in such things. The only one capable of saving her from poverty was herself.

The young sophomore had woken up early, only a few other students on campus harbored the same discipline, and she was pleased that none of them had bothered her. Not even a simple good morning was shared between them as they moved through the academy grounds while everyone else slumbered.

She was steadily becoming more and more exhausted with each passing day. Although, she didn't dislike her roommate, sleeping with company proved exceedingly difficult. She needed her own room, it possible if she focused on her academics, but how could she when a certain Redal boy was constantly on her mind.



Entering her dorm, she paused when she noticed the gift on her bed. Aoife had been informed of her 'accident' at the Firefly Pond. But she also knew that she had retrieved her phone. Currently it was drying within a plastic bin of rice beneath her bed...along the boy's. She had no intention of returning his property...in fact she had already made plans to see what 'important' information he had stored in it.

Moving forward she collected what she assumed to be her roommates newest gift with every intention to place it back into the box and return it. However, the screen lit up, and revealed an awaiting message from...Brendon. Her heart jolted within her chest and like a famished wolf she turned the phone on and read over everything.

Emerald eyes darted across the screen as her heart continued to pound heavier and heavier within her chest. He...had snuck into her room, purchased a new phone and...given her money. It made her emotional, but also angry. What game was he playing now?

She bit her lip when she saw he had placed his very own picture into her phone...with his coy little expression. She made the image big, and touched her finger to his jawline and lips. It made her peer into the open space of her dorm and recall how she had been trying to grab him.

Why was he so difficult? She clenched her jaw in frustration. He was handsome but he had a prey look to him...which meant he should have been easy to control. Yet he was so...full of fire that burned her every time she drew near.

A harsh breath left her and she frowned positioning herself atop her own bed to pose for some photos. It didn't take her long at all to capture herself in a sensual yet domineering image. Now, if only she could see his face when she sent it.

[attr="class","wjoshpost"]She watched the message be received with no indication that he'd be writing a reply. Deleting the image on her phone she went back to his, zooming in and peering over all matter of details she could see.

Brendon. Brendon Redal.

That was the name of the boy who had swept in like a storm and stolen her all her focus. She looked to her roommates bed, and thought about how she often saw the girl alone, and how she hadn't invited anyone back into their dorm. The idea of AOIFE SONG not having any friends certainly felt unrealistic, but if that was true...then perhaps she could speak with her about men.

"Enjoy the picture Brendon." She drew the phone to her lips, speaking into the recording. "But I'll not be speaking with you over the phone due to your little threat." Josuette warned, expression darkening.

"So either tell me your location or come find me." And with that she pocketed the phone and headed out of her dorm. If she had been a prideful male she would have been angry, but instead, she felt the notion of him giving her money and a gift meant something. Perhaps she was finally getting to him....invading his mind like he had done to her. The thought made her happy and she found herself smiling somewhat.

[attr="class","wjoshpost"]She had barely made it down the first few steps of Silverbranch dorm when her phone began going off repeatedly, each chime cutting off the next. What she saw then...were multiple wolf icons flooding the screen

She tilted her head, her heart fluttering with amusement, but also curiosity. Why had he done that? She read his little lie and slowly she scrolled upward to see if he had sent anything prior that he was trying to hide. But only her image and voice recordings were there.



That's when she realized what he was doing...her photo had embarrassed him so much that he was trying to hide it. Her gaze lulled with a satisfaction that gripped her chest tightly. These were the sensations that made her chase him...that sense of purpose. Resending her picture was tempting...so was talking to him...asking him if he liked wolves or somehow knew that she did. But instead she kept true to her recorded words and merely teased him with a heart.

[attr="class","wjoshpost"]The sound of her phone going off had her raising it upward to view his message and it was only then...as she lowered the device...that she realized the pond was exactly where she had been unconsciously heading. Their little secret hideout. She grinned and moved to take a seat on the aged bench that looked as though some students had purposely dragged it there.

How many couples had used the this area to meet? She pondered and looked to the water, watching the way the morning sun reflected onto its still surface.

School would be starting soon, but she was already considering skipping if things went well with Brendon. Perhaps she'd return to her dorm and get a peaceful sleep without another person burdening her mind.

Josuette was in a good mood, but she knew that was...not exactly wise. The boy after all had a tendency to soil her mood. He was so difficult and she knew this meeting would be no different. But he had purchased her a phone...and given her money both of which one only did for their girlfriend.

She smiled then, but it was completely filled with mischievous thoughts.

[attr="class","wjoshpost"]Josuette stiffened and turned to Brendon immediately when he spoke to her, only to catch the young male hiding behind an array of bushes. It barred her ability to see his uniform clearly which immediately irritated her. But...she supposed it was cute how he was acting so shy.

"Why would I throw away the very first present you've given your girlfriend?" She returned, her emerald eyes narrowing onto him like a wolf that had just found its prey.

[attr="class","wjoshpost"]Brendon stiffened where he stood the moment she looked to him, but he didn't argue with her statement. Instead he blushed and revealed his full form as he asked her...genuinely if she liked his gift.

Tensing, it was now her heart that fluttered. She tried to hide her smile, but he saw in her eyes as she looked to the pond. "It's agreeable," she teased, and ran her thumb over the screen of her new phone.

"...You look handsome in uniform," she offered looking back to him, and drawing her eyes over his attire. "Do you like mine?" She tilted her head slightly offering him a knowing gaze.

[attr="class","wjoshpost"]“I—I see you’re a sophomore.” Brendon returned but his words were muffled somewhat from his clenched jawline. He looked so flustered and angry, such an odd combination. “That means… we’ll have some of the same classes.”

Emerald eyes drew to his vest, and it was then that it dawned upon her. He was a sophomore not a freshmen. She was briefly disappointed that he wasn't younger than her especially when he acted so cute.

Josuette had mutely noted his obvious refusal to answer her question, or even reply to her calling him handsome. But she didn't need his response...because his blush answered everything.

"Come here," she suddenly ordered tapping the bench space beside her. When he didn't budge from his spot she sighed. "Promise to keep my hands to myself." She raised them as a show of innocence.