[13] Ezra: 'How We Got Arrested.'-1

Dedication: iiBrownBeautyii :) ~ Ezra Harland's PoV: I realize what I'm about to do is kinda stupid. Yes, you don't have to point it out or anything. I'm not stupid enough to actually not realize that I'm being a little-okay, maybe a lot stupid. But still, for the peace of my own mind, I have to do this. That's why I sneaked out of the dorms at 7 in the morning without alerting my friends to my departure. I'm sneaky that way. Like clockwork, just as I'd expected, I spot Nyah's black Nissan GT-R in the distance, weaving in-between the other cars skillfully as she makes her way back to the college. I know what you're thinking. She has the same car as me but in a different color? Yep, something is definitely fishy. For the record, I bought it first. Just as the car nears the parking by which I'm waiting, I start my own car, waiting for her to get a little nearer. When the moment is right, I pull into the road and stop my car in a parallel manner across the single lane, blocking the only route Nyah could possibly take to reach the college after her early morning run in the woods. Now, do you see why I'm smart? If I'd gone and waited by her dorm building or outside any one of her classes to have a quick chat with her, she'd have suspected how I knew all those details and deducted that I must've been paying very close attention-translation: stalking-to all things Nyah. So this way, my story could be that I'd just driven to the supermarket for some milk when I'd miraculously spotted her car in the distance and had decided to talk to her by blocking her path. Okay, now that I put it that way, it is kinda stupider than I thought, but it's too late for backing out now. The low honk of her Nissan blares as loudly as it possibly could as her car comes to an inevitable stop, and I slide down the dark-tinted window glass on my side with the press of a button, turning to look at her with a smile through my reflective Ray-Bans. I see Nyah's jaw drop a little through the front glass of her car. Soon, two or three more cars come to a halt behind her and start honking like crazy, and Nyah slides down her own window in a hurry and sticks her head out, "What the hell do you want, Ezra? Move out of the way!" I smile wider as I remove my sunglasses slowly and fold them, tucking it into the V-shaped neckline of my tee leisurely, "Just a few minutes of your time. I'm not up to anything evil, I swear." Nyah contemplates my question with an utterly perplexed look as she scans my cheerful expression, probably wondering if I've finally lost it completely. More cars pull up one behind the other in the long queue that's forming, and someone yells at us to 'hurry the fuck up'. "Fine, don't try to be overly smart and pull some shit," She says warningly and I nod immediately in agreement, "You have my word." With that I reverse my car a bit and do a 90-degree turn, gesturing for Nyah to follow with a wave through my window. I hear a muffled curse as she slides up her window, making me laugh. ~ "So, what's it?" Nyah crosses her arms under her breasts-not helping, my Mate-tapping her foot impatiently as she leans against the side of her car with a scowl on her face. This action draws my wavering attention to her smooth, long legs exposed in the figure-hugging running shorts she's sporting, along with a baggy t-shirt she'd thrown over her running top. 'Dang, the t-shirt is unnecessary, if you ask me,' my Wolf suggests, and I have to resist the urge to agree out loud. I close my eyes quickly to fight off the tidal wave of lust washing through me at the thought of all that bared skin, focusing on what I'd come here to do instead. In all the hours of sleepless thoughts I'd dedicated to how this scenario might pan out, I hadn't considered her supremely sexy body to be a distraction. That was a gross mistake on my part because now, my unprepared brain is going rampant with desire. Focus, Ezra. Focus. "Take your own sweet-ass time. We do have all day, after all." The comment laden with thick sarcasm makes me snap my eyes open, exhaling quickly to avoid breathing in her scrumptious scent as I take a quick step back. That doesn't go unnoticed. Great. "Yeah, sorry." I mumble, wringing my hands together as I look down nervously, "Listen, Nyah, I . . ." I compel myself to be a man and look into her eyes, but the moment I do, the words get stuck in my throat. It's like it's impossible to say more. "You what?" She asks in an annoyed tone, checking the time on her fitness watch. "I . . . um," She shoots me another look at my hesitation, and I just force myself to get on with it, "Okay fine, I know we've both done some things we're not proud of, but-" Her eyes narrow into slits at the word 'we' and I shake my head, beginning from the start again, "I know that I've done some-scratch that, a lot of things I'm not proud of." "Go on," Nyah raises an eyebrow flatly, her tapping foot coming to a standstill. "It's just that-I regret them. I regret it all and not just now because we're mates. Trust me when I say this, there's not a day that's gone by without me regretting it from the moment I said those hurtful things to you at that lunch party years ago." Nyah opens her mouth to say something, but I hold a finger up, halting her mid-sentence, "I know it's impossible to believe and I have no evidence whatsoever to prove it, but the next time we met about half a year later in that Parksville trip when you were sitting with everyone in those little foldable chairs, I had decided that I would apologize and make it up to you. Really, no matter how unbelievable that sounds, that's the truth."