::Gabriel Cross:: Stumbling Towards You

[Isabella Anne Matthews]

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She was not amused by the fact that she had to go get the principal or ‘headmaster’ as he preferred to be called’s opinion on getting a volunteer paper signed. She hated asking for things, preferring to do things on her own however since she was informed that it was a requirement in order to volunteer at the crisis helpline that she was trying to volunteer at for her community service project that was assigned in class. Something about since it was a different type of environment that the headmaster had to sign off on the specific students who were allowed to spend their time there.

It was weird but something that was required so here she was, walking down the hallway towards the office of the new head of school.

Isabella was a fairly casual girl at school, wishing not to garner attention from anyone around her. She liked to blend into the shadows, preferring to have a book by her side rather than a breathing talking person.

She passed several women in miniskirts and heels and pretended not to notice the sneers that she got as she did. She herself had on a gray tank top with a bit of embellishment on the top, a pair of black skinny jeans, a pink sweater to cover up her arms as the full moon had been the previous weekend and she still had a few cuts and bruises on them and a pair of laced flats. Around her chest was a Paris centric messenger bag that she always had with her as it was the closest thing to a 'book bag' that she would wear. Even though she tended to be more casual she still did love clothing which was something that people did not seem to grasp about her.

Knocking on the door she heard a deep voice telling her to enter but unfortunately her not so graceful self (something that was strange since she was a werewolf three days out of the month as well as she ran all the time) stumbled into the room, catching herself on the door as she did so. A pink blush stained her cheeks as she tried to recover what was left of her self esteem though there wasn’t much there to begin with.

The one day she decided to wear her dark hair down and now it was all over the place. Brushing it out of her eyes she looked up and met the eyes of the headmaster who she had heard was a beautiful man but she hadn’t seen him in the flesh until now. “Uh...Hello Mr. Cross.” She stated, her voice soft, nervous and her eyes after glancing at his once fell to the floor, looking anywhere but him.

Why couldn’t the earth ever open up and swallow her when she wanted it too?

Word Count:: 492
Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
Outfit:: Click here for Isabella’s Outfit
Note:: <3 <3 <3

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Classes were as usual, the same as it had been every day. Day after day, after day. Nothing really seemed to interest him.. there was nothing that even remotely fascinated him. It was the same concrete jungle, with a splash of green now and then, and streets littered with roaring crowds of people rushing from one place to the next, the sound of those inflicted with road rage echoed across every road. So much for adventure..

Currently he sat in the office, the office he has so recently claimed as his own. Yes, he was the new headmaster.. (so he preferred to be call) and he had utter and complete control over the school and all of those who both went their and worked their. The complete sense of power was thrilling, and for a Alpha it came so very naturally. Currently his back was turned towards the door, with his fingers steeped at the top as he gazed out of the window, down onto the mass of students that wondered the school grounds. He had perfect viewing and was able to watch most if not all activity that occurred.

Glancing to his watch, he was noted that his next client was due to arrive within the next 15 minutes. Of course, in the terms of client he meant associate. The plan was to expand a section of the school and with it, install yet more camera's. He of course had the funds available to do so, it was just a question of getting planning permission. Yet with the right connection and strings pulled. There was no if about it. He hoped for her sake that she was punctual. He did not look to those who were lousy at time keeping. Within the next moment his intercom buzzed, swiveling back around in his chair he hit the button, only to hear the receptionist state that his next appointment was here and on time.

"Send her in" was all that he said, and all that needed to be said; there was no please or thank you, nor would there ever be. He demanded respect, and it suited him well that others feared him. That was the highest form of respect. Adjusting his tie he waited, within a moment there was a knock "Enter." He called as a woman, petite in size with coppery hair cut into a small bob, entered. She wore the most disgusting form of clothing he had ever seen, a red top low cut in order to reveal an eyeful with a skirt that was perhaps a fraction longer than a belt, and boots that reached her thigh. The very sight of her was disturbing. So for the many hours that followed the conversed all the while the female would falter over her words and blush as crimson as her top. Hopeless.

Dismissing the woman with a wave of his hand he glanced to his watch, 1:15pm he certainly could take no more of this. Pressing the intercom button he summoned for his body guard to prepare for transport. However, the reply he got altered his plans. There was yet another female, a student by the names of Isabella Matthews, whom according to his secretary requested permission to see him. With a frustrated grunt, of annoyance he acknowledged it and told her to send her in.

Seconds later, there was a soft knock at the door. "Enter" he called, his tone short of a bark. He hoped for an afternoon run and meal. Suddenly the door swung open, a lot more violently than it should have, in it's wake stood Miss Matthews as she held onto the door for support. His first thought was to sigh at the lack of co-ordination that females appeared to have. However, with the breeze that entered the room, Gabriel felt his back straighten, the hair along his back rise. He naturally grew taller, the scent that surrounded him and the female was.. un-human. A werewolf to be exact. How curious, arching his dark eyebrow he looked towards the girl.. there was something.. about her. Something that captured his interest. She blushed a deep shade of pink as she quickly corrected herself, he too noticed how she looked everywhere but at him.

How.. very interesting. He could see that he would get on well with this girl.. As the girl spoke, her tone sheepish a slow smirk crept across his face. She knew her place.. that was yet another first. There were simply so many students these day's who had no manners, but this.. this (as his gazed trailed over her) girl, had potential. "Afternoon, Miss Matthews is it? " he questioned, his tone was smooth and soft yet held that edge of authority. "Well? what was it you wanted?" He corrected her to continue.

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[Isabella Anne Matthews]

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Isabella might not have been the center of attention at the school since she had never wanted to be, but that did not mean that she did not hear or see things that others did. She did have a few close friends and because of them she had heard rumors of the new principal. She had never laid eyes on the man though she had heard from day one that he was “beyond gorgeous”…this was of course something she heard from several cheerleaders to which Isabella simply rolled her eyes at them, as if high school girls would ever have a chance with someone as distinguished as their headmaster was rumored to be.

She had also heard the rumor from several of the more, well should you say, risqué group that stated that Mr. Cross was very harsh in his punishments. She didn’t really know what they meant by that as there was really only so much a public school principal could do to punish a student but then again she wasn’t one that often listened to idle gossip or rumors. The one thing that seemed to be the consensus around the school was that Mr. Cross was not someone that you wanted to go against as he would always win. So it was with bated breath that she asked the receptionist to let Mr. Cross know that she was there.

Stumbling into his office seemed like the perfect way to make an absolute fool of herself in front of said principal though it was a classic ‘Isabella’ move as one would say. She was the most graceful person on the planet when she was running or swimming, yet simple walking seemed to be a bit of a stretch for her. Her older brother used to always say it was because she was trying to get somewhere quicker than her feet wanted to allow her to go so she ended up tripping and stumbling over them in her hurry to get what she wanted. She doubted this was still true as she had become much more withdrawn over the years and was never in truly a hurry any longer unless it was a fool moon and that was for others protection as well as her own.

As she righted herself she could sense rather than see (as she was still looking down) that he had straightened up as she walked in. Her baser instinct was to bow to this man who she still had not truly laid eyes on but she fought said instinct, knowing that it was just her nature and it was not something she could see herself actually giving into. She finally brought her eyes up to meet his and was taken aback by the beautiful, attractive man she saw in front of her. The first thing she noticed were his eyes, eyes that spoke of power and control, yet inside she wondered about the sadness that she could see, though she doubted that anyone else could.

She could also sense his control in other ways and this made her nervous. His strong jaw line spoke of the way that he preferred power and liked to intimidate. The way that his voice had barked out that she enter also spoke of his love for dominance and she didn’t know if it was the wolf inside her that bellied at the suggestion to let someone speak to her in such a tone yet at the same time her inner self wished or someone to talk to her like this all of the time. It was a war within her, until all of a sudden as she brought her eyes up to his once again, it all stopped.

The wolf inside her stopped howling and simply stood still. She knew most people didn’t believe that the wolf was in her at all times but that wasn’t true. Sure she couldn’t transform other than on a full moon though rumors had it that some had mastered that, yet she could feel the inner animal at all times. It was an odd feeling, as if she shared her body with a wolf and yet at the same time the wolf was her.

His tone was harsh and yet almost amused as he asked what she had come into his office for. “Uhh…” She started out before realizing how much of an idiot she sounded like and cleared her throat. “Sorry sir, I needed your signature on a volunteer project. It’s a crisis helpline manned by students under twenty one years or age and because of the sensitive nature of the work the headmaster’s approval is required.” She replied quietly, her eyes falling to the floor once again, not wanting to be intimidated into not asking for what she really wanted. She needed to do this, to help people, yet she wondered if she would be given the chance.

Word Count:: 834
Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
Outfit:: Click here for Isabella’s Outfit
Note:: <3 <3 <3

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It took a while for the girl to look up, and although a part of him quite enjoyed the effect that he held over the girl, there was another part that wanted to demand that she looked at him. So when she finally looked up, he felt a strange sort of shift within his chest, and pit of his stomach. He couldn't be certain as to what that shift was but it was foreign to him, one thing he knew for sure was that this.. girl was a werewolf, he could sense it, smell it as it coated her very being. He wondered just how long she had been one... then again he didn't rightly care. There was something.. something different about the female before him that interested him.

Second to that.. he could feel the wolf within him, growl.. in need to demand respect. He was an alpha after all, that was a part of him that he would never shed. He waited as patiently as he could for the girl to speak, and when she stuttered his eyes narrowed a fraction. It was then he took note as to what she wore.. it was so plain, yet it fitted her frame perfectly. Unlike many of his staff, and students who wore perhaps the shortest of clothing available, to which left very little to the imagination. This girl.. left him wondering, left him wishing to see more.. Controlling his gaze despite the fact it flickered over her frame he added.

"Well. Spite it out." he commented his tone was again demanding, just then Miss Matthews finally managed to speak.
Sorry sir, I needed your signature on a volunteer project. It’s a crisis helpline manned by students under twenty one years or age and because of the sensitive nature of the work the headmaster’s approval is required. So it was permission she wished for? He was beginning to like this visit more and more, she was shy.. he could see that quiet yet observant know doubt perhaps even easily led? Most fascinating.

At this, Gabriel's dark eyebrows rose, his gaze softened somewhat, when he noticed her gaze drop he smirked. Yes.. there was something about her.. there was potential there.. he could see it. "I see, let me see." he stated without so much as a please, Gabriel had never been one for manners nor would he ever be. That simply was not him and he preferred to keep his appearance up. As she handed him the paper, he took them; his hand ever so slightly glazed over the top of her fingers, there was a current.. and it was strong. Enough to cause his eyes to narrow a second time towards the girl in both surprise and dislike. What was it about her that.. fascinated him yet irked him all the same? retracting his hand quickly, Gabriel glanced over the paperwork.

For a long moment he flipped through the pages as he read them. "I see, and just how long will this project take? Will you be missing lessons?" he stated, half demanding to know the answer, his tone now was colder than before and his expression impassive. There was something about her, that he couldn't quite work out and it bugged him, yet captivated him. He wished to know more.. to speak with her more..

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[Isabella Anne Matthews]

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She wasn’t surprised when he ordered her to spit out whatever it was that she needed, which was the reason she did just that. Outside she was calm, collected, yet still very shy. Internally she wasn’t that way at all. She didn’t want to stand out yet that didn’t mean that she was a weak minded individual. It was a blessing in disguise that no one could read her mind as while she did prefer others to make decisions and she would go with them that didn’t mean that she had her own opinion as that was just the way that she was.

She quickly handed the paper to the headmaster, or principal as most people called them though she had learned through the talk in the hallway that this man was much more dignified in most respects which meant that he much preferred being called a headmaster rather than a principal. She looked at the man quickly, getting a quick glance of him before her eyes made their way down to the floor, not wanting to be caught staring at someone in authority over her. Something inside her was almost howling yet she ignored it, not really understanding exactly what it was.

Feeling his fingers touch hers she gasped at the feeling before dropping her hand and letting it fall down beside her. She wasn’t sure what that feeling was, almost electric, and for a moment the wolf inside her stilled. Until she let her hand drop that is and that’s when the howling started again, though this time stronger and louder. She wanted to cover her ears the wolf inside was howling so loudly yet she knew she would be carted off to the loony bin for sure so instead she simply stood as she was, her eyes resting on the floor, waiting for the headmaster’s approval.

His words caused her to look up in surprise, not expecting him to say much else and yet for a moment she caught his eyes. Something inside them showed her that while he was in control and seemingly cold and detached, a sadness was behind them. A small part of her, one that she doubted she would ever act on, told her to comfort the man that she knew nothing about other than he was in charge of her assignment at the moment…yet something told her that she needed to be near him…no matter what the consequences.

A question, that she could handle. “I’ll miss my seventh hour yet that’s the point of the class sir.” She answered. “We are supposed to find a volunteer project and then use our last class of the day to fulfill it. The only time I would miss any other classes is if there would be an emergency that someone would have to handle. If that was the case I would let whoever was the instructor for that class know and of course make up my assignments.” She answered, having already gone through this with her parents earlier in the week when she had approached the helpline about volunteering.

She jumped suddenly at the bell and let out a small giggle at the fact that she had gotten freaked out by the bell. “Sorry sir.” She whispered, trying to hide her giggle. It was 4:00 and the day was over. However an alarm vibrated on her phone, though luckily didn’t make any noise since she had a feeling that the Mr. Cross wouldn’t find that amusing. As the headmaster looked at the paperwork she quickly pushed a button on her phone to stop the vibrating, knowing what it was for. Tonight was a full moon so she had three hours to get home, eat, and make her way to her safe spot so that she could transform without anyone getting hurt.

This was her life…her lonely and quiet life.

Word Count:: 661
Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
Outfit:: Click here for Isabella’s Outfit
Note:: <3 <3 <3

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Despite the fact he knew this girl was a werewolf, and it was confirmed due to the power he felt swell inside him form the wolf that he shared a body with. There was still something about the girl, she was young and nothing at all special, her clothes were plain and simple even her features. Had she been any other female Gabriel new he would not of spared her a second glance. Yet, as it was now.. there was something about her that bothered him and he still could not place his finger on it. The one thing he was certain over, was the fact that he NEEDED to know her, he'd even go s far to say have. It was an odd sensation that he felt one that filled him with dominance and a protective instinct that came only to those who he had 'owned'

What amused him the most was her unwillingness to look him in the eye, that only confirmed his previous thought. She was a a natural submissive, born to be dominated over. This excited Gabriel somewhat, and he found himself even further drawn to her, with that animalistic need to have her. He had never felt like this towards anyone.. the fact that he now felt like this irked him somewhat..what gave her the right to waltz in and ruin everything he had worked on and built up around? and why? Why had he not seen her before??

Flipping through the pages a second time he nodded as he listened to Isabella speak, she had it planned out which was more than he could of said for the other several students whom had entered his office and requested the same thing. To which, Gabriel had out rightly denied them. They had shown no signs of organization among other things, which had naturally led to the question, if they were not organized and mature, then what reputation would that give the school? Therefore he had not allowed it.. yet Isabella seemed confident in her plans.

"I see," He commented, picking up his pen he held it poised only to hear Isabella giggle. Glancing towards her, he arched his dark eyebrows before he then heard the soft vibration of her phone. Returning towards the task at hand with a quick flourish of the pen and an elegant signature the paper was signed and dated. Folding the paper he held it out towards Isabella. "I have granted you permission, I have also added contact details should they have a problem." He stated his tone matter of fact. Glancing to her, his lips curled up into a slow smirk like smile, his eyes faintly sparkled with a hint of mischief. "I do hope you enjoy your run tonight Miss Matthews, it is a full moon after all. I have a feeling we will likely meet again. Many times I hope." He stated, his tone now, a soft hum.

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[Isabella Anne Matthews]

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She finally looked up at him, though only for a few seconds in order to convey her thankfulness when he stated that he had approved her request. “Thank you sir.” She stated, this time a bit more loudly, as to once again convey how grateful she was. She had been worried upon hearing all her classmates remarks against him that he wouldn’t approve her request and the fact that he had took a large weight off of her shoulders. She couldn’t imagine being with a large group of people picking up trash like many others were or being a camp counselor in charge of people. That was now what she wanted to do, but being behind a phone and helping people? That was definitely something she would do.

She quickly took the piece of paper from him and slid it into her folder and then slid the folder inside her messenger bag, making sure that the paper was secure so that she could turn it into Ms. Robertson and allow her to make a copy for her files before turning the original into the head of the crisis helpline. She straightened her posture after sliding closing the messenger bag only to have her eyes widen as she heard his next statement.

He knew…how he knew she didn’t know. Until she realized that ever since his fingers had brushed with hers that the wolf inside her had stopped howling. It was because she was in the presence of someone that her wolf even knew she could not defeat. He was an alpha…another werewolf…and her wolf immediately knew that she was not in charge in this room. The comment about the full moon would have been enough to tell her that but the fact that inside her was quiet for the first time all day really was the icing on the cake.

Usually she would cower at the fact that someone knew her secret but not with him. Sure he was intimidating and while that usually would be even more of a reason to run the opposite direction there was something about him that screamed out safety while at the same time screaming out danger. She didn’t know what it was but she knew eventually she would figure out. “You enjoy yours as well sir.” She whispered before turning around and walking out of the office, taking a large breath once she was out of his gaze.

She really needed to get away from here, he was much too entrancing.

Word Count:: 481
Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
Outfit:: Click here for Isabella’s Outfit
Note:: So I figured I would end this here and then I’ll start a new one maybe the day later with Izzy all bruised from her night? She doesn’t have much control and since she locks herself up she tends to get a bit bruised and mangled the next day.

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