Her mother hadn't been the nicest of women. She always told her she was barely cute. That no guy would ever show interest in her because she took after her father and wasn't blond like her mother. The demeaning comments went all the way back to when she turned ten. When she lost the baby fat and started developing true looks. That only seemed to get better. The closer to teenhood she got the more her mother told her she would never be as beautiful as her. She looked up to her supermodel mom and to hear that every day was crushing. So to hear a good looking guy like Will telling her otherwise made her shy and doubtful.<br/><br/>Her mother told her guys only complimented girls when they wanted something. Also he was the first guy to tell her these things so it was hard for her to believe it. Yet she wanted to. Oh she so wanted to believe he meant those words. Time with her dad would help remedy what her mother had told her but as of now she felt she met cute quota at best. Even though she in all honesty was an extremely attractive female. She just didn't believe it. Time with her father would remedy her doubts...mostly.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but fidgeting. A guy who was most likely one of the cool guys, was good looking, and other things was talking to her. He was calling her pretty names and telling her in various ways she looked good. Her mind told her two things...cool guys didn't pay girls like her attention and she was liking he was paying her attention. She knew there was danger but didn't know if it was just because she was afraid of being played or not. She hadn't noticed him put the back pack beside the door. She kept glancing toward the howls. She hadn't yet met his gaze.<br/><br/>She felt his eyes and her cheeks flushed pale pink again. His words didn't help the pinkness and in fact increased it. His words registered yet didn't make much sense. Glancing to him as he spoke but didn't meet his gaze just yet. Gasping faintly as she hadn't expected the touch to her cheek. Her gaze moved up into his eyes in confusion. Why did he call her such nice names? Why did such a simple touch make her want to trust him? She saw the look in his eyes and it inspired trust. For some reason it made the intense wariness take a chill pill and die down a bit. Yet she was guarded.<br/><br/>He started coaxing her and she nodded her head. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She was starting to relax. She wasn't used to the wolves. There was no wolves that she knew of where her mom lived. She watched him with confused wary eyes but her jitteriness had slowed to a normal movement. Nodding her head. Blinking her eyes and looke down. Just noticing her book bag. "Thanks for helping me with my back pack." She looked back up at him. Finally deciding to ask. "Can we be friends Will? You can say no but I just needed to ask." She said. She needed to know where they stood. If there was a possiblity he would be friends with her or not.<br/><br/>Though what did he mean that the conflict she heard was part of a world she didn't need to be concerned with. Wolves weren't people so they couldn't bring trouble to someone's doorstep. Could they? Her cheek would be quite warm against his hand because she was still blushing a lot. Why was he touching her? She felt a level of trust for him yet this trust was strange. She just didn't open up that easily and trust. Maybe she should stop questioning this if it was just an attempt to be her friend. Yet she asked the question. She wasn't sure what the answer would be. Now she could only wait. She didn't pull away from his touch even though she registered it as cold against her hot skin. Then again maybe he just had cooler skin then most people. Some people did.