Hidden Fantasy-A Werewolf's Obsession

Chapter 8-Alessia

I felt something for Logan grow up inside me as I walked towards the restroom. A friendship-like sensation that wasn't deemed, love. It made me glad to just see him assisting me as a stranger. I immediately rinsed my face in ice-cold water as I closed the door behind me, praying that the dizziness would go away. My mind wandered into its own ideas as I changed my clothes. It took me right back to the Initiation Assembly, where I was destined to encounter and kill an alpha. Part of me believed this was my fate, but another part of me disagreed. I didn't want the life that had already been planned for me, and it enraged me that I couldn't change it. As soon as I opened my eyes, the lights in the restroom began to flicker furiously. In my mind, a little too excessive. I tried my hardest to remain cool, but it was futile. As I struggled to keep my emotions in check, someone emerged.

"Are you alright in there?" Logan inquired as he pressed his hand against the door.

"I'm getting dressed right now and will be out in a minute!" I said it in a phoney tone. I attempted to think about what would happen if it was discovered that I was a Guardian. Suddenly, the lights began to dim and return to their previous state. I quickly changed into my clothing and restyled my hair to its former condition. I opened the door with one deep intake in the mirror, Logan standing there apprehensive. He snatched me up in his arms right away. I felt I was going to drop dead because he gripped me so hard.

"I was afraid something had happened to you," he expressed his concern. I grinned as I drew him away.

"I'm fine," I responded, an optimistic tone in my voice. He suddenly held me again, this time for a longer period. I just stood there, unsure whether or not to return his embrace. I came to a halt and pulled away, just as I was ready to do so.

"Let's put our uniforms in our lockers and then locate somewhere to stay," I said as I hurriedly walked to my locker and stuffed my belongings inside. Logan then proposed that we stay at the cafeteria, which I thought was a fantastic suggestion. Logan told me about his past as we strolled through the various Divisions.

"I'm from New Zealand, but the Hunters Academy drew me to Canada," He paused.

"It was wonderful there until my family was murdered by werewolves and I had to leave." It was becoming unsafe to stay there, so I decided to come to Hunters Academy to ensure that they don't hurt anyone else," he continued, and I felt pity for him the entire time.

"I'm heartbroken to hear that. I can see your point of view. My parents died when I was a baby, and I never really knew my family," I lamented as a tear streamed down my cheek. Jordan suddenly came to a complete stop and leaned forward.

With a smile, he continued, "Don't waste your tears when you already have people who adore you." I wiped my tears away and returned his smile. We headed up to Floor 2 for beverages as soon as we arrived at the Cafeteria. Jordan had a brilliant idea all of a sudden.

"How about I pick your drink for you?" He stated his case. I answered after some consideration as he hurriedly rushed to get us both drinks. Except for a few individuals studying in the distant corners, Floor 2 was virtually deserted when I searched it. I took a seat in front of a table and sipped some water from my backpack. Micheal approached me as I was doing this and sat next to me with a hideous smirk.

"Hey, Alessia, where have you been all day?" Micheal inquired.

"Perhaps because I don't want to talk to you, so disappear," I yelled aggressively. I felt like burning him to a crisp as a fire surged up inside of me.

"Slow down! Try anything, and I'll inform your dad as soon as possible. Why don't we start now? You know how you're going to marry someday soon, so why don't we start now?" He requested as he reached out to grasp my hand, but just as he was about to do so, I punched him so hard that my hand trembled. Micheal's face flushed crimson red, and he began to flame.

"YOU LITTLE-" As he was going to touch me, he yelled.

"WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Jordan screamed as he approached us, holding drinks in his hand.

Micheal yelled, "I'm talking to my fiance, so move!" Jordan set the drinks down on the table and turned to face me.

"Does that hold true?" He questioned. Micheal fixed his gaze on me as if there was only one correct response.

"NO!" I shrieked right in his face. Micheal was about to respond when Jordan approached him with a determined expression on his face.

"You heard what she said, didn't you?" He yelled aggressively, "Now move before I put you in a condition worse than that face of yours." Micheal stepped back and began walking away, but he turned us as he did so.

As he proceeded down the steps, he bellowed, "Just watch you little pigs!"

Jordan received a grateful smile from me.

"Are you all right?" He inquired.

"Yeah, I'm just a little overwhelmed by the potion before, but thank you regardless," I explained.

"No problem, and let's get you upstairs," He replied as he collected the drinks and started up the steps to Floor 3. I couldn't breathe halfway up the stairs and decided to take a pause. I began climbing the stairs while holding the glass railing and inhaling as much oxygen as possible. As soon as I arrived, I approached Jordan, who began placing the beverages on one of the centre tables. I approached him and took a seat.

"OK, this one's for you," he added as he placed a refreshing drink near me. I took a glance at the beverage that had been placed in front of me. I took a tentative sip of the drink and was instantly invigorated by the cinnamon flavour.

"What is this drink?" I inquired as I drank a large gulp.

"It's an Iced Chai Tea Latte," he stated as he sipped his beverage, which had boba chunks. I fell in love with my drink all of a sudden and finished it in under two minutes. I felt rejuvenated after completing the drink.

Jordan stated as he sipped his drink, "I knew you'd like it." As soon as an idea came to mind, I began looking through my bag for my sketchbook.

"Can you tell me what you're looking for?" Jordan inquired.

"My sketchbook," I explained as I looked around. I grabbed the book and placed it on the table on the page of the individuals by the night's river with a single touch. Jordan gave me a knowing grin as if he knew precisely what I was thinking.

"Would you like to paint?" With a cheerful tone, I remarked.

He smiled and answered, "I'd love to."