A Girl In Love

In Mateo's bedroom, on a chair near to his bed sat Amy. It had been a full month since Mateo had attended to his final calling. In the span of a month, the planet that seemed to be on the verge of achieving peace had been thrown into chaos once again, by a phenomenon that affected even Mateo.

24 hours after answering the third calling, the bodies of those who participated became encased in a golden defensive pod. This egg-like structure was impenetrable and impermeable, to the point not even air could pass through. How the people were alive for a whole month without sustenance, nobody knows, but general speculation was that thry were being sustained with mana. The source of information- a member of the OTAKU FACTION who claimed to be able to see mana and mana flows.

Sitting alone in a room, it was normal to start speaking to one's self, sometimes aloud, and Amy was no different.

----AMY'S POV----

My heart throbbed as I watched Mateo lay there helpless looking, the reason, probably because of the budding feelings I started developing for him.

I don't know when, I don't know why, all I know is the butterflies I get every time he looks in my direction, and the faintness I feel when he casually smiles but that is not all I know.

Whether the smile is meant for me or not, my heart doesn't care, just like it doesn't listen to reason everytime he is touched by Amber, Carmen or even Ayleen.

Countless times I've told myself that the later two are his family while the former is mine, and is already interested in someone, but like any heart in love, it listens not to reason, but to itself and its feelings in the moment, the same feelings which forced me to lean forward, eyes closed in an attempted kiss, something my brain told me was doomed to failure from the very beginning because of the barrier's presence.

But it was this same barrier that led me to be in the room alone with my beloved, on "watch duty" while the others moved about, either training, resting or tending to the inhabitants of the recently constructed Survivor's Den, an idea proposed by the one lying peacefully before me.

Seizing this rare moment of solitude, I leaned forward, listening to my heart and not my brain as I kissed the barrier around his head area.

Well, it was the barrier I was aiming for, but it seemed Lady luck was on my side, since instead of the barriers cold texture, it was a pair of lips, not the softest in the world, but they still belonged to my love making them the sweetest thing I had ever tasted.

Believing it to be one of my other fantasies, I indulged myself, satisfying a small portion of my carnal desires in an attempt to quench my thirst for him, or at the very least reduce it, that is until I heard a muffled voice beneath me, something that had never happened in any of my fantasies before.

Startled, I opened my eyes only to meet a pair of warm brown eyes staring back at me in confusion. Feeling the heat creep up my neck and cheeks, I jumped off him with the speed unbefitting a literature student such as myself and made a dash for the door, wanting to inform everyone about his awakening first before looking for a hole to bury myself inside later.

Before my palm could reach the door handle, he appeared before me with unnatural speed, unintentionally positioning his hard abs in a way my fingers grazed them. I could clearly see the mischief in his eyes as he watched my face go full "tomato mode".

With bated breath I watched as he leaned forwards just like in my favorite romance novels, cock his head a bit until his lips directly aligned with my reddened ears, each breath he took sending marvellous sensations throughout my whole body, until he finally spoke in a voice I believed only belonged to Werewolf Alphas when speaking to their fated mates.

"Yhw era uoy ni ym moor, Amy". Not understanding a word he said, I only focussed on one thing- he said my name, only it didn't sound like the other times he did so, this time it sounded so husky and manly that it made my legs go weak.

Though that could easily be from the distance between his lips and my ear, or from the pheromones in the air mixed with my imagination.

As my killjoy brain was rationalizing the cause of his husky sounding voice, I felt a pair of hands rest at my collarbone. They were his hands. His palms, rugged from years of exercise and mountain climbing long before the world descended into chaos, hands that proved that he was not like any other rich boy.

He was different and it was a kind of different I liked.

Secretly wishing I had worn a spaghetti top, I looked into his eyes, only to hear him repeat what he said earlier with a bit more added to it, "Yhw era uoy ni ym moor dna erehw era eht srehto".

Seeing the serious look in his eyes I knew he wasn't playing. He wasn't speaking differently on purpose, heck, I doubt he even knew that I couldn't understand him.

Overcome with fear at the possibility of him loosing his speech before reciprocatingmy feelingsfor him, I peeled his palms of the fabric at my shoulder and rushed out shouting to get attention, obviously holding his hands.

By the time I had gotten down the stairs with him in tow, my screams of help had gathered a crowd of the youngest generation in both families with Ms. Maria being the only recognized adult and hopefully my future mother-in -law.

Seemingly unbothered about the reason I cried for help, everyone present rushed to hug Mateo after a month of fearing the worst, a time period where my heart ached the most after not seeing movement for a month.

The adults who were absent earlier had arrived midway into the hugging session and partook in it, clearly ignoring the tasks they had prior, showcasing the love they had for the one after my heart, a love he reciprocated unto them and someday unto me.

After a bit more hugs, Mateo was finally given the space to breathe and talk, something I knew would cause problems. With a charming smile he asked, "tahw si gniog no, yhw seod enoyreve kool os yppah dna deveiler??"