Big Bad Wolfie

"Fine," he responded to my 'don't expect hopeful looks' statement. "But you're gonna do as I say."

  "Why?" I questioned.

  "You're on thin ice with what you've already pulled." His grip slid down to my throat as he remembered how I screwed things up for him.

  My mind went blank for a split second.

  When it came back it was in defense mode.

  I suddenly didn't care his hand — the hand of the man who's meant to be the love of my life — was gripping my throat.

  It's useful having a switch that can do stuff like that.

  "Don't wear it any thinner," he brought me closer and held my neck tighter.

  But I'm also realizing, even though he just tightened it, his grip's not enough to do any real damage.

  He's not trying to hurt me.

  The urge to smirk came back.

  Softy.

  "You are going to walk back in there with me and pretend you didn't know what you were talking about. You were just babbling on a hunch."

  I snorted, "Yeah, that may be a little hard, considering I identified what it was he was trading and all that fun stuff. Also, I'm not the type to 'babble on a hunch', and people know that."

  "Well, you are now." He looked me in the eye, saying — without even really saying — there's no argument to be had. This is it.

  And I decided to throw him the bone and keep my mouth shut. This time.

  His stormy eyes calmed down a bit. He's back to iron man with the silver eyes.

  I can't decide which are more attractive.

  Or maybe my favorites can be the ones that light up with the boyish grin. Or the ones that freeze what they're doing to look at me with sparkles in them.

  The thought of any of them makes me melt.

  And it's freaking terrifying, but it's okay, they're still REALLY pretty, and they're all attached to his really pretty face.

  "Next, you do not speak unless you are spoken to. And when you do, keep it short."

and bored look as a

out of line." He bored his

limits like a toddler, but I'm not actually

ever so careful not to harm me, but tight enough to cause discomfort, "Well, the last time I assumed something and instructed you normally, you screwed it up, so now I've learned from

stare off to see who

Then I got bored and smiled a clearly strained

usual place on the back of my neck, then yanked me out of the car

have

with dragging me

"Hush! Just fix yourself," he let go and waved

see my hair all frizzy and out of place. I must have been leaning on my braids

scrunched up my nose at the sight. I don't know how to fix

My makeup is still caked on. Haven't had time to slip away to take some off. But it's still in place. Nothing smudged, almost nothing wiped away(unfortunately), and

my head to the right, tilted it to the

have to

actually looks cute this

out another discouraged huff. I'm gonna need whoever did this to

it up

brought my hand up to the hair tie that's holding one of the braids in place and started undoing it. "Goodbye old friend," I kissed the braid farewell as I undid the whole thing. "Until next

I ran my hands through my hair and took another

hair's all lose and wavy, not the same, but still pretty, I

I turned back

shook his head. "You are such

"You haven't

After saying that, I grabbed Wolfie's arm and

When we entered everyone had already gone to the dining hall for dinner, so we headed

  "Hey! Red!"

see who called me by my nickname and grinned. "Hey boys, Candy, Grace. How's it

the rest of them, was the first to respond. "Great, how

you been holding up sense you lost your title of best junior fighter to yours truly?" Braxton smirked cockily while ruffling my hair. The

They obviously

rolled my eyes, but the grin didn't leave. "Shut up Braxton, that doesn't count. I had to forfeit to actually get something important done. Not that I expect you to understand that.

all you

get a

mock contemplation. "Hmmm. . . No

  "What?! no!"

We

  "You can't do that! Can he

  "I'm the champion, I can do whatever I want,"