20: Chills
**Jasmine**
"Ooh, I'll take one scoop of chocolate chip, a scoop of fudgy brownie and then a scoop of choc-mint!"
I could hardly contain my excitement as I stared through the glass at the assortment of ice creams on display. I thought to myself what a good idea this was, to come to my safe place−the ice cream shop. Not only that, but I brought Timmy along with me after his mom asked me to fetch him from school. It guaranteed good, responsible behaviour from me, and slowly allowed me to forget about what happened earlier in the day.
"What do you want Timmy?" I asked taking the boy by the hand and crouching down to his level as we both gazed at the flavour names.
He stood there for a moment; eyebrows creased as he contemplated. I knew the feeling all too well.
"Miss Emerson..." he twiddled his fingers, nervously and looked up, "can I have two scoops?" He asked this showing me two fingers and I smiled at how precious he was.
"Sure, what flavours."
After hearing his choice of flavours−butterscotch and peanut butter−I decided that Timmy had to be the strangest child I had ever met. I didn't say anything and instead just nodded, placed the order and then paid. Once we received our ice-cream, we spent our time walking around town, passing the little shops here and there and occasionally window-shopping. Then, we finished off our little outing by stopping by a nearby hotdog stand.
"Miss Emerson, you really do eat a lot!" Timmy said as I handed him a small packet of fries and then took the hotdog and large fries, I ordered for myself.
"Well, I am hungry all of the time. I think it's good to eat a lot." It was here that I began to reminisce over my childhood as I explained to him the reason for my love of food. "When I was a young girl, my parents didn't have a lot of money, but they always made sure my sister and I were properly fed. Food was really important to us, so I guess when I eat, it kind of reminds me of them."
I was now lost in thought, lost in the memories of Jasmine Spectra before she even was Jasmine Spectra. A time in my life where I truly was innocent, pure and had no care in the world.
"Miss Emerson, where are your parents and sister now?" And this little question is what broke me out of my nostalgia and had me crashing back to reality. I looked down at Timmy, who waited in anticipation for my answer, but could not even begin to form the words to answer his question. So, instead I changed the topic.
"How's your older brother Timmy, are you guys going to visit him anytime soon?"
I was relieved when he didn't press on with his previous question and instead answered me saying that they would go to Daisy Home for disabled children over the weekend to go and see his brother. Richard was always a happy topic for Timmy and after each and every visit he'd make it a point to visit me straight afterward and tell me all about it. In a way, I could relate to Timmy. He was alone most of the time with his brother living in a disability home, his mother constantly working and his father never home. I found comfort in sharing my loneliness with him.
After we had left the hotdog stand, Timmy and I decided to go to the park to enjoy a little bit of fresh air and finish off our hotdogs. We chose a gorgeous little spot under a beautiful cherry blossom tree, basking in the sweet scent emitting from it. And that was when I saw him: 187 cm, dark brown hair reaching his large, broad shoulders, dull, grey eyes−resembling a thunderstorm−and sharp, handsome features. He looked exactly the same as in the file Loren gave to me, only now he was more than just frozen within the photographic paper. He was real, and in a matter of seconds, I realized that he was approaching Timmy and me. I quickly grabbed at my hotdog, and grabbed Timmy, ready to get the hell out of the park, when I heard a husky, smooth voice call out behind us.
"Hey, how are you?" I froze, realising that if I took a step further, I would only be making myself more suspicious than I needed to. Slowly, I turned around, placing Timmy behind me. He peaked curiously at the man from the side of my waist which he held.
"Hi, I'm great." I said. He looked at me intently, staring into my blue eyes beneath my baseball cap, before saying in my mind, "*A she-alpha, how very rare.*"
"*I'd prefer it if we spoke out loud*," I commented through our mind-link. He nodded curtly and then motioned to Timmy before asking if he was mine.
"I could only wish. No, he isn't my son."
Andrew's eyes lit up suddenly and he extended his hand, as though Timmy not being my son gave him permission to engage in an actual conversation with me.
"Well, hi there, I'm Andrew Walker."
I took his hand in mine, they were warm and sweaty and made me feel uncomfortable.
"Quinn Emerson."
He held onto my hand just a little too long, before Timmy smacked it away, and said sternly, "Miss Emerson doesn't really like it when strange men touch her."
I gulped and held onto Timmy just a little tighter. I wasn't sure what would happen if Andrew were to retaliate now. I had no clue whether I could protect him from myself, let alone Andrew.
"Well, I'm sure she doesn't like little boys who think they know what she wants, and what she doesn't." He said as he flicked Timmy painfully on the nose. It was then that I snapped. A low, threatening growl erupted from my chest and my eyes turned bright red. I grabbed Andrew's wrist in my hand and squeezed it painfully, almost crushing his bones. “Don’t touch him.”
He pulled his wrist back as soon as he heard the first crack and then held both hands up in surrender. "Okay, I can tell when my presence is not wanted." He then took a sniff and stared at me pointedly with his eyes a luminous silverish white. "Well, you tell me when you're tired of being tied down to this little brat... and your mate." With that he swiftly turned around and walked away. Once there were a few steps distance between us, he cast a glance at me over his shoulder, smiled chillingly and continued walking. I could barely breathe as chills ran up and down my spine. He knew my face; he knew my scent and it was apparent that he had now taken a strange interest in me. This job just got significantly more difficult, not to mention, I'd now need to keep an eye on Timmy. Werewolves were particularly vicious when it came to anger and revenge, and after what Timmy did for me, I didn't think Andrew was all too happy with us.
"Miss Emerson, what happened to your eyes?" Timmy asked, gazing up.
"N-nothing Timmy." I said blinking them back to blue.
"But they−"
I looked down and slowly shook my head at him, "Nothing Timmy," then winked. He knew not to push me too far, and that I had a good reason to keep things from him−like always. So, he nodded, curtly, and tugged at my hand, motioning for us to go. As I walked with Timmy, I could not get over the chilling look Andrew gave me. I knew it well, and that's what made our encounter all the more chilling.
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