My Unexpected Mate

Elijah's POV

I had ended up falling asleep short after Lucca did. When I woke up he had his hand through the bars combing his fingers through my hair.

I didn't want him to stop. It was better than him not talking or looking at me at all.

"I know you're awake," Lucca said, startling me. 

I chuckled, of course he would. 

"Do they do that to you too?" His voice had softened. 

I knew what he was talking about. I didn't know if he was asking but he truly cared. For all I know this whole, 'find the girl behind the fence' is an act. He could be using me or end up being a rapist and beating me as well.

I didn't know if I could trust him, all we did was knock to eachother. I wouldn't exactly call that a best friend kind of relationship. I wasn't going to sit here and pour my heart out to a boy I barely knew. 

I guess that's not eactly what he's asking for but one thing leads to another. That is why I will forever refuse to drink when I'm older and out of here.

"I understand if you don't want to tell me," Damn this boy. 

I sighed, "I barely know you Lucca. But yes they do," I frowned when his hand stopped moving in my hair. It was relaxing. 

"Does it hurt?" No shit sherlock. 

"You learn to get used to it," 

Hopefully he wouldn't have to though. He didn't deserve to stay down here. Sure, he tried to trespass into my fathers lawn, but what are you going to do?

I was being selfish I knew that. Of course it was huge that he did something like that. But I could care less because he didn't in order to get to me. Just thinking about it made my heart swell.

I had never felt happiness before and Lucca was giving me a small sliver of it. But I knew it would eventually end. He had beta bood, they would take him out of here in a couple days and I would be alone again with no one. 

"What's your favorite color?" Lucca asked, seeming genuinely curious. His question took me off gaurd.

I never really got too see colors. Our house was dull and the outside was just green and blue. I lived in a place where everything was black and grey always dark. I wanted something bright but simple.

"White," Perfect. "How about you?"

"Red, favorite number?" 

The rest of the day just went like that. We were only disturbed once when the man came with our water and such. We learned a lot about eachother, book worthy even. 

We stayed away from personal questions this time. But i'm sure we'd get there some day.

"Isn't your birthday tomorrow?" I could tell by the way he said it, he was angry.

"Don't worry. Tomorrow I turn eighteen, meaning I shift for the first time. They decided to leave alone this time." Thank god, I don't know what I'd do if he saw that. 

"Good," He muttered.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Holy. Shit.

My birthday's tomorrow. This is not good. No. What am I going to do? At least now I'm not alone. But what do I do after I've shifted? 

On the other hand, I can't wait. I'll have so much power. I'll feel free and fast. Too bad I'm locked up and won't be able to run.