Jake had stayed respectful of her space. He knew that crying and begging for her forgiveness when she wasn’t ready- might never had been ready- to give it, was selfish. What was important was that she was safe, that she was loved even if it wasn’t by him anymore. Couldn’t be. Jake just wanted her to be happy so he bit his tongue, he stayed away on the full moons but he could still feel her those nights, close but never close enough. They’d made progress even if things weren’t how they were supposed to be.
Things definitely weren’t how they used to be especially on a night like tonight. Back when they were in high school, on prom night, well. That would have been something to smile about. Alice Wilson, his kickass girlfriend who he loved, who he wanted to be with forever ‘cause she was his soulmate. Maybe he’d jumped the gun there (obviously he’d thrown the damn thing out when he’d gone and bit her). Still, catching sight of her now, on this night… He couldn’t walk away.
Of course there was one other tiny thing: that spell. That stupid spell that drove all the wolves in town fighting mad. They’d picked one with each other and well, they’d blamed that kiss on it too. Shit. He should leave.
“Alice!” Crap. “Hey, uh— You manage to avoid all the corsages and big ole limos driving around here like they’ve somewhere important to be, or what?” And after all that, all he could muster was some embarrassing small talk. Help. ( @alice-andthemoon )
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Alice had done her damnedest not to think about anything werewolf -and, by default, Jake- related for the past however-long. Obviously that was a little more difficult during the full moon, and feeling Jake no matter how far away she had been keeping from him was messing with her head more than she liked. That stupid kiss was practically eating her alive.
She hated Jake for it. And, quite frankly, hated herself for it too.
Yes, they were under some sort of spell or something, everything had been outwith their control, but hadn’t everything in Alice’s life been outwith her control until this point? She wouldn’t have kissed Jake in a fit of passion if she hadn’t been under that spell (or so they told themselves), and she wouldn’t have been under that spell if Jake had not bitten her in the first place.
Hell, she wouldn’t have missed her prom if he hadn’t. Not that she would have been excited about going or anything, obviously. And she most certainly was not bitter about it now, watching the prom cars and garish dresses go by. (But she was still bitter about that kiss. If Dylan ever found out that would be another good thing thrown into the firepit.)
Alice had gone a walk to clear her head of some stupid thought that she shouldn’t have been thinking. So far, she had done a stellar job staying out of the way of the prom-mod as they filtered off to their secondary locations. It was working so far.
Until the thought happened to sound way too real behind her.
“Mother of fuck...”
Alice turned, smiled by accident and quickly dropped it. “God, you’re like a fly around a rotting apple, aren’t you Jake?” she sighed, but admittedly the animosity was feeling a little off. She smiled faintly again. “I haven’t thought about jumping in front of one of the limos yet, if that’s what you’re asking.”
