Thread: Claiming The Wolf (Hatchet & ScarlettRose)

Silence. It worked perfectly well for her. She wasn't going to say hello if he was barely going to acknowledge her existence. He made it clear she was nothing more then like a fly in the heat pestering him. The big and bright -15 was as clear as day. Her pout turned into a frown at the sight of it. It made little difference she decided and started on it. The ticking of the clock and his heavy fingers on the keyboard were accompanied by her pen tapping on the desk after twenty minutes or so when she had completed the paper and was reviewing her answers. Quite happy with her work, she glanced at him from under long lashes. Her head leaning on her palm, the long curly locks covering most of her face. What the hell was his problem?! She wondered. Hell! Why did she even care? Turns out she didn't. She figured she was just irritated with his attitude. He'd definitely make a wonderful Nazi she thought. Too bad he was born a century too late. With Professor Locke on Hitler's side, she would bet the little money she had that Hitler might have won. She sniggered to herself. Her amusing musings were broken when the timer went off. She straightened up not sure whether to get up and hand the paper to him or not? Just when she decided to finally get up he came and snatched the paper from under her. She narrowed her dark brown gaze on his for a moment before slowly pulling her coat on. Suddenly she felt overwhelmed by his large presence. It wasn't just his build, that was large enough but it was his aura. Dark. Commanding. Alyssa pulled her bag over her shoulder as he finally spoke to her. A frown burrowed between her brows as she heard his words. It infuriated her. As if she had chose to be late on purpose! Didn't know you'd miss me so bad Sir . Her mouth spoke before she thought through what she was saying. Shit! Stopping at the door across from him Alyssa subconsciously look a step back. Everything about Professor Locke she realised was overpowering. He wasn't a man you wanted to mess with but she was not wrong and she wouldn't back down. Nevertheless he was her Professor and she still had to get through a class with him. Look, She sighed, lifting her chin and straightening her back as he seemed unmoved. About yesterday Professor, I know it's no excuse and maybe I shouldn't have called you an asshole . . . She looked down for a moment. Or a douche. She laughed shortly without humor. Though you were a bit- I'm getting off the point. She declared shifting her weight on her feet as she realised she was about to once more decree he was a douche bag. What I mean to say was . . . I was having a bad day, not that I expect you to care about that and I shouldn't have called you those names and just . . . thanks! She laughed again nervously. For letting me take the exam again that is and err . . . you know I work Gio's down the road, you know the Italian Restaurant? Well, as a way of showing you my gratitude I would be happy to buy you lunch- Oh God! This was all coming out wrong! It was like an unstoppable train wreck that couldn't be avoided and yet you couldn't stop it. Err what I mean is, Alyssa laughed again gesturing with her hands. NOT like a date. I mean I would NEVER date you. She added emphatically. You're so rude and-and crass! This bout of verbal diarrhea was getting worse by the moment. Not that there's anything wrong with that-you! Wow! Had she EVER found herself digging such a deep grave?! Taking a deep breath she started again. I work at Gio's. She stated almost like bullet pointing. If there was a fly on the wall, it might have been dying with laughter. You let me take the test again. As thank you. You and any friend of yours. Free lunchdinner. On me. But only when I'm working. Obviously. She added. So . . . Thanks. Again. She said with two thumbs up. I think I should go now. Might be safe for everyone. Alyssa cringed inside, dying of mortification. How hard was it to say thank you and leave?! Clearly far too simple and difficult a task for her. Idiot!