WEREWOLF ROMANCE: Forgotten Flower (Paranormal BBW Menage Romance) (2 page)

“
Yeah, more like annoyed
that I was getting dragged here yet again. I love my best friend,
but goddamn she’s dense. I don’t have the heart to tell her that
her hobbies suck and I don’t want to be a part of them, but it’s
very hard to do that. I mean, I’ve been friends with her for a long
time, and it just makes the whole debacle that much more awkward,”
I said.

“
I get that. I mean,
that’s how my friend is. We’re like brothers, and I wanted to talk
with him about something important, but I wasn’t able to. Of
course, he’ll get an earful of it tomorrow,” he
explained.

I wondered what Dexter was
talking about. He seemed worried about something, but the question
was, what the hell was he thinking about.

“
Are you sure you don’t
want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked.

“
Positive. I just want to
have a good night with you. I don’t want my little problems to be
the turn-off of the night. I mean, it’s nothing. Just don’t worry
about it,” he said.

I nodded, trying to tell
myself that it was nothing. But I had a hunch that there was
something else there. I know he said snot to worry, but dammit I
was worrying at this point. But I know that he meant well, he’s
just bad with explaining shit.

“
So now what?” I
asked.

“
I guess now we can talk
about other shit. So what made you want to do schooling here?” he
asked.

“
Well, they have a great
nursing program, and I want to help other people out,” I replied. I
mean, I am the type who is a glutton for helping others. It’s kind
of in my blood, and it’s the sole reason for living at
times.

“
That’s pretty amazing. I
love it when someone feels happy and satisfied that they can help
others. It’s a good thing, and I admire it greatly. I try to help
others as well, but I’m the type who likes to be in control,” he
said.

“
Oh, so a dominant type,”
I teased.

“
Yes. You’re correct my
dear,” he said with a dark tone of voice. God it was hot, I had to
admit.

“
Well I like the strong
types like that. It certainly makes things...interesting that’s for
sure. I mean, I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but it
does,” I explained.

“
Oh I know. I can already
tell that you’re trying your best to idea what you’re really
thinking,” he mused.

Did he know that I liked
him? Damn, I was trying to be subtle about it, but I was failing
miserably.

“
Was it that obvious?” I
asked.

“
Oh quite. But I don’t
want you to do anything with me just yet. I feel like it’s more
fitting to get to know one another first before diving into that
whole mess. I mean, there is more here than you think, and I’m not
just the type of guy who thinks that it’s nothing, I know the truth
and I’m scared to tell you,” he said.

I nodded, confused by
that. What was he talking about? What was the truth of the
situation at hand? It was kind of scary to think about it, but I
guess there is something here that he would rather not talk with me
about just yet. I can respect that, but that doesn’t mean that I’m
not interested in it.

“
Well if you ever feel the
urge to want to Tellme, you can,” I said.

“
As do you. But I’ll
definitely be there for you. You’ve caught my attention, and I want
to befriend you,” he said.

“
Same. I don’t know,
you’re kind of a breath of fresh air to be honest. I’ve been
hanging around people that only care about the debauchery of the
situation than anything else, and the fact that you seem pretty
cool overall makes things better,” I said.

“
Well thank you. You’re
pretty amazing yourself. I feel a connection with you that I don’t
feel with anything else,” he said.

I blushed. I mean, I
didn’t want to fall too fast, but damn it was getting harder and
harder to deal with. I felt like he was trying to get me to do
something with him, but it was sure that we would wait for the
right moment.

“
Well it was pretty
amazing to talk to you,” I said.

“
It was great talking to
you as well. I want to do this again. But as friends. I’m a bit
worried about going too fast with this,” he said.

“
I agree,” I
replied.

I’m really bad with the
concept of actually being with someone. I mean, I’m bad with
flirting and awkward as balls, so I guess it’s best if I don’t
tread too deep into those waters yet. It’s for the best.

“
Well let me give you my
number. We can talk again real soon,” he chirped.

We exchanged numbers and
then parted ways, with me going one way and him another. I only
turned around for a second to look at him, but the only thing I
could hear was the sound of multiple footsteps. It was strange, but
it was like he disappeared off the face of the earth.

“
That was strange,” I
mused. I never thought that sort of thing would happen to me, but I
guess it’s what happens when you meet someone strange. I mean, I
guess he’ll explain to me what’s going on later, but for now I was
happy.

I made my way back to the
club, and I told Rayne I was heading home. She did her usual
routine, stating that I was chicken shit and a total pussy for not
staying here, and that I needed a man, but honestly I didn’t give a
flying fuck what she thought. Right now, I had another thing on my
mind, or in this case a person, and I wanted to get to know him
better. I was curious about this man, and I would stop at nothing
to get to know him better. Maybe I did like him, maybe it was just
a friendship, but there was something that intrigued me regarding
Dexter, and there was something that made me want to get to know
him even more.

D
exter and I texted each other almost all the time, talking
about everything. He was very easy to talk to over text, and it was
nice in a way. But there was always that sort of awkward moment
that we had with one another, the kind that made us want to force
the other to spit out the truth. I was trying to hide that I really
liked him, but I don’t know what he was hiding. Was there something
he was refusing to tell me? Something that I would be better off
not knowing? I honestly didn’t know because I felt like thee was a
wall up, and it bothered me a little bit.

After class one day, I
waited for Rayne, who was hung over and needed me to talk her to
the dorm. It was silly, I know, and a part of me wanted to leave
Rayne to the side, but I felt bad. She was my best friend, and
although she was a handful at times, I did love her to
death.

I took her to her dorm,
and she looked at me with a weak smile.

“
Thanks Casey. You deal
with my shit all the time,” she mumbled.

“
That’s because you’re my
best friend,” I replied.

“
Well thanks. I couldn’t
have done it without you. By the way, who was that guy you were
talking to last week at the club? I saw the two of you get up and
walk away so I assumed it was some hunk that you met, but I had no
idea who it was,” she asked.

I blushed. It was a bit
harder to explain to her who he was than I expected, but I knew
that it would be best to tell her.

“
He was a guy that I met.
Name’s Dexter,” I said.

“
Ahh. Do you like him?”
she teased.

I immediately flushed
crimson when she asked that. “N-no. It’s not like that,” I
mused.

“
Ah ha. I knew it. So you
do like him,” she said.

“
Well I do. But it’s a bit
harder to explain than just that. I mean, I feel something with
him. Something that is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt
before,”

I explained.

She looked at me, nodding.
“Honey I just think you have it bad for him,” she said.

“
It’s not that though.
Like I feel like there is a connection there, but I’m scared to
admit it. And I feel like he wants to tell me something, but he
keeps hesitating on that,” I explained.

“
Well tell him to quit
being a pussy and tell you his feelings. It’s not that hard,” she
said.

I laughed at Rayne. Even
though Rayne could be a total piece of shit at times, I did
appreciate her humor.

“
Thanks girl. But it’s a
bit harder than that,” I explained.

“
Well don’t think that
it’s just as hard as you think it is. Maybe just getting it all out
there could do you some good. Or maybe not. I don’t know the
bastard,” she said.

I laughed at Rayne. “Well
don’t worry about me right now. I’m going to talk to him, and I
will ask him about this later on,” I said.

“
Good luck. I just hope
he’s not trying to lead you on,” she mused.

I didn’t think it was that
at all. I mean, he was a nice guy, and he didn’t seem to be the
scummy type like others were. I guess I’ll just have to wait and
see. But of course, I felt like there was something off about this,
like if I asked the question he would get mad. Maybe he was just
uncomfortable with his feelings, or maybe it was something
else.

After dropping off Rayne
at her dorm, I walked over to the common room. I dialed his number
and within a couple of minutes, I heard the familiar
voice.

“
Hey there,” he
said.

“
Hey. I was wondering if
we could meet up. I wanted to ask you something,” I
said.

There was a pause, and
then a sigh.

“
Sure. Where at?” he
asked.

“
Some place a bit more
private than a coffee shop. How about the park?” I
asked.

“
Perfect. I’m right over
there anyway,” he said.

“
Good. I guess I’ll see
you in about fifteen minutes,” I replied.

The phone clicked, and I
knew that it was going to be hard to talk to him about this. I felt
a weird feeling start to pool up in my stomach, and I already could
feel something bad about this. There was something that might go
down, and I hope it wasn’t anything bad. Of course, when I got to
the park, I saw him there. I sat down next to Dexter, and he looked
at me.

“
How you been?” he
asked.

“
Okay,” I managed to
reply. I looked at him with worry on my face, and I could tell that
he noticed. Dammit, I didn’t want him to worry about me, I knew
that it was only going to get worse.

“
What’s wrong?” he
asked.

“
It’s nothing,” I
replied.

“
It’s something all right.
You’re acting strange,” he stated.

I blushed. Was it that
obvious? I hated to admit it, but I felt like he knew me better
than I knew myself at times.

“
Fine…it’s just...I feel
strange when I’m around you. Like I feel like there is something
there that you’re refusing to tell me, and it honestly kind of
bothers the living shit out of me. Like I want to get to know you
better, but I feel like you’re not telling me everything that is
there. It bothers me, and I feel like I can’t be trusted with your
secrets. I’m a little worried because I thought that we were
friends, but you’re acting like it’s okay to be hiding whatever it
is that you’re feeling from me instead of coming out and saying
it,” I said.

“
What do you mean?” I
asked.

“
Well for one, I feel like
at times there’s a wall up between us and your refusal to
acknowledge it annoys the living shit out of me. Seriously, why
don’t you just tell me the truth?” I asked. I know that I was
probably sounding like a complete and utter brat, but honestly, I
didn’t give a damn anymore. I hated that it was happening this way,
that I had to express my feelings like this. But, he stared at me
and I looked at him. We both knew that it was only going to get
worse with time.

“
Well to be honest, I
don’t want you to think that I’m just going to tell you right away.
It’s my personal business, and not yours,” he said.

“
Why don’t you just admit
it though? What’s so bad about telling me?” I asked.

“
Nothing, it’s just I
don’t want you to get involved,” he explained.

“
Bullshit, you know that
I’m already involved, and there is no way I’m going to let you
brush it off like that. Why don’t you tell me?” I asked.

He started to get
flustered, and I could tell that I was getting to him.

“
Why don’t you get out of
things that aren’t your business,’ he said.

“
Because I care about you.
You’re my friend, and the fact that you won’t tell me everything
pisses me off like no other,” I said.

“
Well I’m going to tell
you right now that if you know what’s best for you, you stay the
fuck out of my life,” he said.

“
I’m not going to. You’re
my friend, and I care about you. I’m not going to just let this
be,” I said.

He was about to get mad. I
could tell from a mile away that he was pissed, and I braced myself
for the butthurt. But then, he stopped, looking at me with a glance
that screamed that he wanted to tell me but he was
afraid.