The same car pulled along side me and she asked me if I needed to catch that bus, 'I answered that's why I'm running, 'she said hop in smarty, I'll gi...e you a lift.' We caught up to the bus in about two blocks, I got out and said 'thank you so much,' she smiled and drove off. The next night, as I left work, she was parked in the parking lot. As I exited the restaurant, she flashed her lights at me, I walked over to the drivers side she said, get in I'll drop you home.' She introduced herself. All rights reserved.With a crash, the thunder rattled the windowpane. As that noise faded, the patter of raindrops again took the stage. The rain wasn't going to break any time soon and I accepted that Saturday in the park with Carrie wasn't going to happen. That really sucked because we had gone to separate colleges after high school and it was the first weekend that we were both back for the summer. I was still sitting at the window, watching the rain fall, when the ringing of the phone made. Perhaps ... NO, I trust her, he thought, even as doubts circled like vultures above his head. I will not doubt her, he told himself."She lied," the Wolf said, "she's not to be trusted, and those we cannot trust we hunt." He sent the lust for the hunt, for blood, surging through Sa'at's viens, smiling as the young man growled low in his chest. "Find her, and we will have her blood," he said softly.She did not lie, Sa'at told himself. He recalled the last time they lay together in the hay loft of. "Kachunk" Went the Coke machine. Brandon grabbed his soda and took a drink. Then the bell for second period came. Brandon headed for Mr. Mucoy's science class. He loved that class because Kara Mead was in that class. He thought that she was perfect. Shoulder length blonde hair, beautiful blonde eyes, perfect pert nose, perfectly kissable lips, nice canteloped sized breasts, wasp waist, long luxurious legs, and her trademark, the most perfect ass in the school. Brandon wasn't too bad.