Ashley May and The Werelion

Ashley May

“How long have you been waiting?” Drew stood there looking at the melee of students as they ran out of their classrooms to catch a bus home. Other’s had their expensive cars, or parents who came to pick them up dutifully. His back leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. Today he wore his leather jacket, his dark blue jeans, and black boots. His white t-shirt peaked from the cracks of his leather jacket. His blond locks of hair, curls of beauty, fell across his eyes. Those eyes, the most bluest I’ve even seen kind of like staring for hours at the ocean in the morning. When he caught me staring he smirked seductively, staring me up and down with hungry eyes.

I shivered. Looking around making sure nobody was looking, I walked towards him and grabbed in a fierce kiss. Our tongues locked, twirling around my own. A moan escaped our lips and as we separated, a seductive tight smile appeared on his beautiful face.

He pulled me into a hug, and as he leaned in towards my ear, his lips grazed the crust of my ear. “I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to see you.”

I pulled away. “Now?”

“Now.” It came out as a growl as he took me again in another fiery kiss. Drew could make me forget about the world around me. It was dangerous being that my parents hated him. If they knew what he was, and if it was I who told them, they would most likely lock me up in a mental institution. “Come on, let’s go home.”

By home he meant his place; an abandoned church in the badlands of North Philadelphia. Nothing surrounded this building, almost as if all of the people who used to live around the neighborhood of this church had forgotten about it. Windows were boarded up, doors were blocked. Not for Drew. Nothing stopped him. Ever.

We left the school grounds. Drew and I went separate ways as we weaved through the mad crowds of people who gathered around the mall, shopping even before hitting the stores. I smiled as I saw Drew pass by in his black Hayabusa, a huge black helmet that fit him well. Watching as his broad shoulders disappeared around the corner, I bumped into a girl who hissed at my touch.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you blind?” I was blinded by the glow of her beautiful golden hair. Her eyes were same blue as Drew’s eyes as she glared at me. I couldn’t speak, she was intimidating. Red lipstick painted her perfectly formed pout as she looked down at me. “Did the rat bite your tongue?”

I shook myself. Something about her whole being scared me shitless. “I wasn’t looking.” I stepped back ready to take another way to the abandoned church. “I’m sorry.” But she would have none of it. She was fast and she was furious. Grabbing my arm with a fierce grip, she squeezed until I whimpered. The girl came very close to my face, looking down at me, she whispered words I thought I’ve never hear.

“I know who you are and I know where you live, Ashley May. I’ve been watching you for a very long time now.” Everybody was looking at us. My pleading eyes didn’t faze them to help me. I guess the same effect she had on me she had on everyone else. Drew rode by in his Hayabusa, suddenly noticing my distress.

The girl noticed him too. She didn’t glare at him the way she glared at me. In her eyes there was something I knew all too well; love. She was in love with Drew.

She looked back down at me. A fierce smile flashed my way with bright white teeth. Pointy white teeth. “Stay away from him or face the consequences.”