It has been two weeks since I had the encounter with my mate, two weeks since he embarrassed me in front of the whole school, two fucking weeks since he denied being my mate. Sleep has not been coming easily and my wolf has been more restless and silent than ever before and it did not help make me feel better. Everyone in the pack house that knows what happened have been walking on egg shells around me and it makes me want to yell at them and tell them to act natural. In everyone's eyes I was the Alpha's broken daughter, fragile and ready to break beyond repair. It was harder when my parents found out, they have been more cautious around me and to say the least, I do not like it at all.
It is actually harder than I thought to move on and forget about him especially when he is always around at a close proximity. Two weeks, I have seen him every turn I made within the building made me want the ground to open and swallow me. The building felt suffocating since most of the time I would pick up his scent in the hallways and then see him with his friends and those females that never bothered to keep their hands to themselves. It was not a wonderful sight for my wolf and I and it killed me more that I could feel his eyes on me, every move I made- I could feel eyes on me. His eyes.
The pain of seeing him every weekday, in the food court, basketball court and sitting behind him during the Chemistry class that I unfortunately did not share with Allan or Lydia. I keep acting strong everyday but it's killing me inside. His scent pushes my wolf off the edge when we are in the same room I wonder if I make his wolf yearn for me like the way mine does for him. He has a strong wolf, I will give him that, most alphas would rather claim their mates immediately they set eyes on them and then start acting possessive willing to keep them away from any other male but he did not. There are times when our eyes would lock in a trance in the hallways or the food court but he was always the first one to break away. It hurt.
My wolf does not make it easier for me because she is always yearning for our mate's affection but unfortunately we are not getting any of that affection. In the midst of having difficulty with my wolf and her needs, is all the freaking humans judging me every time they see me in the hallways. Seriously do they not have anything better to do because I am sure as heck tired of them saying shit when they do not even know the fucking truth? It has been two weeks but none of them seem to want to throw away the topic.
At first everyone in school used to look at me whispering and murmuring words like 'slut' 'bitch' 'asshole' and 'desperate slutty bitch' but now it seemed as if the insults were starting to simmer down. Allan kept telling me to stay strong but that just kept getting on my nerves on the other hand Lydia kept trying to get answers as to why I was shouting at the arrogant jerk or as everyone might know him as the Playboy, sex god, to me all these titles mean an asshole who is technically a slut if I can put it like that. Lydia obviously did not get her answers because even if Allan and I are now close to her, we have not built a bond that is strong enough to tell her a secret that could put the whole pack at risk. Not now and not when I still had my unsettled problems.
It honestly disturbs both me and my wolf to know that our mate would adhere in such immoral conduct when he knew that one day he would meet his mate. He had only given me half the blow and I the pain was unbearable.....what if he had actually given me the full blow and rejected me fully. I am not ready for such pain.
Walking through the hallways of a human school when everyone is against you can be pretty cruel and not in the slightest of okay. Once I thought it would just be better if I lurked in the shadows of the school so that people would not notice me. I wore big black jumpers almost every day, hoping that I would just go through the hallway before someone commented something like 'the devil's advocate' or 'the vampire girl' I really hate the latter comment I'm not a vampire but a wolf, but wearing all those dark jumpers didn't work out.
I am in class right now to be specific geometry. I am seated with Allan and Lydia is seated behind us. I really don't want geometry to end because my next class Chemistry and well we know the situation. Sitting behind him is like being cornered by his scent and his back view is pleasing but I what I would like is waking up with my face buried in his chest and having a close view of his godly made face every day, waking up to his kisses, knowing that all is fine with him around but it seems as though my dreams aren't going to happen.
The bell rings and it's time to go on to the class I wish was no longer on my schedule, I now wish I had added biology among my classes. Do you know the sad part is that Allan and Lydia have biology together which means I always head on to Chemistry on my own? Why was the universe after me? I quickly grab my things from the table and put them in my back when Lydia's voice startles me-
"Good luck." She says. She always wishes me good luck when I'm heading for biotech, it's become a trait of hers now. She did not know the details yet but I could always see the worry on her face. "I do not know what is going on but I can see the hurt in your eyes." She murmurs softly.
"Thanks." I reply with a small smile. She was a contrast to her looks, she seemed like one of those bad ass girls especially with her dyed hair and long legs that stretched on when she was in jeans but her attitude was the absolute opposite with her looks.
I watch as she walks away now towards the hallway. Then Allan places his hand on my shoulder-
"You're gonna be okay, just don't let your wolf relax to his scent." He says with a frown on his face. I nod and then Allan walks off catching up with Lydia. I could ship those two if only wolves didn't have mates and all that.
Allan and Lydia could come across as a couple to any one especially with the way they had a conversation going so easily and I could take a good guess, Lydia had an itty bitty crush on Allan. The way she blushes and smiles endlessly whenever we meet or when Allan smiled at her. Ah.
I cross over into the hallways that are filled with a few people grabbing their things from their lockers, preparing for their next classes. I walk over to my locker and open it to grab a text book when a heavy scent of Vanilla and perfume attacks my nose. I scrunch up my nose and close my locker to face the blonde haired girl in front of me. Her clothes left nothing to the imagination and her dark haired company gives me a glare that I return. I know that none of them are interested in being my friends and honestly, neither am I. they both look like they were photo shopped from a horrible chick flick movie. I am not a fan of long clothes but these two made me feel like covering them with a nun's clothes.
"I would stay away from Isaac if I were you." Says the one who looked the sluttiest while pointing her long and manicured finger at me. "Better know your place around here, Isaac is mine." She adds almost like a threat. Her heart beat makes the threat feel like mere words.
"I sense fear." I say straight to her face with a small smile. I was so not ready for this dramatic cliché scene.
"What?" She asks with furrowed eyebrows and a confused look on her face.
"You're intimidated by me." I declare with a full on smirk. I am not one to push around
"Huh? Are you okay up there I think wearing all this black is getting to you." She says trying to sound as brave as possible.
"You should be scared." I let out my canines for show and her gasp gave me the satisfaction. Her friend looks much more scared and I smile evilly as I step away from them and climb up the stairs to the next floor where my next class is.
I know that what I have done could be risky and I should be worried but I do not think anyone could take her seriously if she decided to say a word especially with those clothes she has on.
I walk off to my last class already five minutes late. I stumble into class and apologize to Mr. Harris. I quietly take my sit behind my arrogant mate. I sit there preparing my things as Mr. Harris begins the lessons. After a while of Mr. Harris teaching and students responding the bell rings and I start packing my stuff. I handled my wolf better today because today my desk wasn't trembling or shaking as it normally does due to my wolf going nuts. His presence always bothers me but today I was less aware than usual as I busied my mind with other thoughts.
I stand up preparing to leave. The class is already empty due to the excitement of leaving the school premises, it is Friday after all, and everyone has those dates to attend tonight and those chaotic parties. As I am about to head on outside to meet up with Allan, a strong arm holds my wrist and I Know that it's Isaac. It sends butterflies down my stomach, this is the first time he has ever held me like this with a grip that does not want to let go. I let myself dwell in the sensation of his arm around me.
I turn around to face him and the look on his face bothers me. He seems as if something is bothering him, he seems calm but yet he's eyes show tiredness and panic. He looks at me through his blue-green mysterious eyes with a troubled look. He finally speaks-
"Am I the only one suffering?" He asks sternly.