#Chapter 44 Not-So-Bad Boy
#Chapter 44: Not-So-Bad Boy
I didn’t want to admit it, but I was relieved that Enzo was here. I accepted his offer to drive me home and followed him out to the police station parking lot.
As we walked out to the parking lot, my stomach audibly growled. I had forgotten how hungry I was due to the fight, but now that my adrenaline was calming down I realized that I was starving. Enzo,must have heard it, too, because he looked down at me with a frown.
“Sorry,” I said, blushing. “I didn’t eat lunch today.”
#Chapter 44 Not-So-Bad Boy
Enzo stopped in his tracks and frowned even deeper. “Why not?”
I shrugged. “I was busy,” I replied…
Wordlessly, Enzo handed me his spare helmet and climbed onto the motorcycle. He gestured for me to get on behind him, and once I was situated, he started the bike and pulled out of the parking lot.
Except… He drove in the opposite direction of the campus.
“Where are we going?” I asked, nervously holding onto his waist as we went around a corner. The smell of his leather jacket mixed with the smell of the cold night air and filled my lungs.
“You’re hungry,” he said over his
shoulder. “I’m hungry, too.”
“But I don’t have any money-”
“I don’t care,” Enzo replied.
Before I could answer, we picked up speed on an empty back road and 1 knew he wouldn’t be able to hear me anyway; not that I would have protested. As the dark forest of tall pine trees on either side of us sped by and I leaned against Enzo, feeling the warmth of his body, I felt like all of my other worries washed away.
No, I told myself as I started to get too
relaxed. We’re just friends. That’s it.
In a few minutes, we pulled into the diner parking lot as it was the only restaurant in this small town that was open this late. I bit my lip nervously as I climbed off the bike.
“What’s wrong?” Enzo asked, taking off his helmet and shaking his curly hair loose like a model.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I replied.
Enzo frowned. “Tell the truth.”
I looked down at my feet, embarrassed to say. “I… Was sort of let go from here,” I said sheepishly.
“What? Why?” Enzo asked, his frown deepening.
Lisa, actuany, I said. She and her friends came in here a few weeks ago and broke some glasses. They made it look like it was my fault.”
“And your boss fired you over a few broken glasses?” Enzo asked, furrowing his brow.
I shrugged. “Technically he said to ‘ take some time off’. But that’s just code for ‘you’re fired’.”
Enzo scoffed and, much to my surprise, walked toward the diner anyway. “You coming?” he called over his shoulder.
I really was hungry, so I jogged after him.
The diner was almost entirely empty, save for a couple of other tables at which sat sleepy students who either had the late-night munchies or who were last-minute cramming for exams. We grabbed a booth in the corner, and my old coworker, Millie, came over.
“Fancy seeing you here,” she said with a smile as she took out her notepad to take our order. “Where have you been?”
“Ask Phil,” I responded sheepishly. Millie seemed to get the message and scrunched up her nose.
“What can I get for you?” she asked.
“I’ll have a coffee,” Enzo replied. “And a grilled cheese. Extra cheese. And fries.”
“Same for me,” I said. Millie smiled and walked away to put in our orders and get our coffees.
“You’re a nighttime coffee drinker too, huh?” Enzo asked with a smirk.
I nodded. “All of the late nights studying in the library have conditioned me to it,” I replied.
Enzo’s face softened a bit, and there was a slight twinkle of red in his brown eyes. “I think it’s impressive how hard you work,” he said quietly, averting his gaze to the table. “I’ve never been all that studious. I wish I could be more like you.”
His words made me blush. I always expected a guy like Enzo to tease me for being so academic, but he was genuine.
“What’s your major, anyway?” I asked.
“Business management,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “As requested by my dad.”
I raised my eyebrows. I had heard rumors that Enzo’s dad was a CEO of some foreign company, but I didn’t know that Enzo was connected to it in any way. I supposed it made sense, but I could tell that Enzo wasn’t interested in that life.
“What would you be doing if your dad
let you choose anything?” I asked..
Enzo’s brown eyes widened a bit, like he had never been asked this question before.
“Um… I don’t know, honestly,” Enzo replied. “I’ve never thought about it.”
“C’mon,” I said, feeling intrigued now. “There has to be something you like. And don’t just say hockey. There has to be more to Enzo Rivers than hockey.”
For the first time since I had known him, Enzo seemed taken aback. He stammered to come up with a reply and his face turned red. “U-Um…” he muttered, running a hand through ms curly hair as Millie brought us our coffee, “I don’t know… I wanted to be at musician when I was little.”
Enzo Rivers, a musician?
“Do you play any instruments?” I asked.
Enzo nodded. “Yeah. Guitar. But I’m not all that good.
For some reason, the thought of Enzo playing the guitar made my heart flutter a bit. “I’m sure you’re better than you realize,” I said quietly. “I’d like to hear you play sometime.”
Just then, Millie returned with our food. I was so hungry that my mouth watered a bit when she set my plate down. We ate in silence for a couple of minutes, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Maybe it was just because I was starving and the food was delicious, but I didn’t mind the silence.
“By the way,” Enzo said, having regained his composure after my personal questions, “I’ll take care of Lisa. I promise she won’t bother you any more.”
I swallowed a bite of grilled cheese and frowned, my heart racing as I thought about what probably happened to the guy who drugged me. K’s words swirled around my head.
They’re all monsters… I’ve hunted enough of ’em to know that for a fact…
“Please don’t kill her,” I blurted out, then immediately regretted my words when I saw the shocked expression on Enzo’s face.
“What?” he said, looking thoroughly hurt. “I would never kill anyone. Why would you even say that?”
I suddenly felt like the biggest asshole in the entire world, and I couldn’t even explain myself. What was I supposed to say? “I met up with a crazy dude from the internet with a giant fucking tooth that might’ve honestly been fake, and he said that your kind are all killers”?
I looked down at my plate, blinking away tears.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just… I don’t know how this whole werewolf thing works quite yet.”
Enzo let out a sigh. “I know the rogues that have been coming around make it seem like we’re all killers, but they’re just that; rogues. Most of us are perfectly normal, and quite frankly pacifist.”
I looked up at Enzo to apologize again, but his brown eyes were soft. He didn’t seem angry, although I still felt stupid for believing some stranger from the internet over him.
We finished eating and Enzo paid the bill, then drove me home on his motorcycle.
When he pulled up to the dorms, I. hopped off his bike.
“Thank you for dinner,” I said quietly, to which he merely nodded in response. I nodded back and turned to head into the building, but stopped a few feet away and turned back to look at him.
“Hey, about the other night-”
“Don’t worry about it,” Enzo said. “I know we’re just friends. And I’m okay with that.”
Right, I thought to myself as I headed inside and watched him drive away on his motorcycle. Just friends
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