Mathilda
I know I shouldn't be doing this. I should've stayed at home and shouldn't have taken a cab to head to school. But I couldn't help it, I have to see Brandon and explain things to him as soon as possible, knowing how terribly he'd be hurting by now.
Picturing myself to be in his position makes a dull pain spread through my chest. I would be unable to bear it if Brandon married someone else and it's now him avoiding me. I know it would hurt a great deal, to the extent that I would be unable to breathe properly.
All of the timing and people in the world, it's now and it's me who has to suffer such a cruel fate of leaving my mate and marrying Cahill. A man I don't even have any feelings for. A man I cannot even picture myself loving, because he's the exact opposite of my mate.
"Stop here," I say to the cab driver who immediately flashes me a weird look through the rearview mirror. He's been looking at me this way ever since I boarded his cab. I take it that it's because of the way that I am dressed.
Obviously no sane girl would put on such masculine clothes on her small, petite frame. So I don't even bother that he sees me as an odd person.
"You said Eastfield college, miss, we're just ten minutes away from there," he gruffly responds, sliding his toothpick to the other side of his mouth.
"Yes, we're nearing there already. Eastfield college doesn't mean you have to drop me off at the school gate," I reply, but he doesn't even listen to me and continues driving.
This stirs up immediate anger inside of me, he's possibly acting this way because he takes me as a small vulnerable girl in weird clothes. "Will you stop the car?" I growl.
"You said Eastfield college, and that's where I'm gonna drop you," the cab driver replies stubbornly. And this has me scoffing incredulously.
If only he knows that I am the Luna of the Blackwood pack, he'll fall down on his feet and worship me. Not threaten me like some homeless street panhandler.
"Pay me my money, and I'll do as you say," he replies, making me regret why I took his cab anyway.
Back at the Nolan's mansion, there are hundreds of cars in the garage, even enough guards for me to take me anywhere I want to go. But I didn't want anyone to notice I was sneaking out, so I didn't bother to let them know.
"Well, stop the damn car here." My raised voice abruptly makes the cab driver stop the car.
My chest is rising and falling aggressively because I am getting too upset with the cab driver. He has no right to treat me this way, and I believe his behavior is because he thinks I'm running away from someone.
"Here's your money," I barely finish handing him the money before hopping out and slamming the car door shut with a loud thud.
I cannot believe I hopped into the cab of a driver who has no matter. My brothers would beat him to a pulp having been they were here to witness this.
I throw one last glance of disgust at him, with the words 'You wouldn't be a cab driver if life was fair to you,' at the tip of my tongue. But I fight against the urge to say it.
The cab driver hollers some curses at me for being stupid, before driving his car away.
I decided not to think about the insulting cab driver as I snap my head in the direction of the Eastfield campus.
Students with fancy cars are driving in, while some are making use of their feet to walk.
It's Monday morning, so the majority have frowns and scowls on their faces. Because nobody likes Monday.
I cannot help but envy them, wishing I can go back to my normal life. Sadly it changed when Genova chose to run away on her wedding day.
I blow out a big puff of breath and start walking at a fast pace. I do not want anyone to recognize me in front of the campus, or else there'd be whispers flowing around of me marrying Alpha Cahill and being the Luna of the Blackwood Pack.
News always spreads like wildfire in town and doesn't skip the Eastfield campus. Girls will kill to be in my position because Cahill is someone who is always being talked about. He's one very powerful, wealthy, Billionaire Alpha who is envied by so many, including men from other packs.
So if they by any chance see me, then I'll be unable to go see Brandon because there'd be a series of questions, endless hateful words from the girls, and lastly glares.
Despite the hoodie I have on, I still keep my head down to avoid the eyes of the students, mostly the ones from my departmental block. The clothes I have on are clothes that I stole because I arrived at the Nolan's mansion in just my wedding dress. Well, Genova's supposed wedding dress.
No doubt my life is fucked up, and even though I am hiding from everyone today, they'll still see me another day when I come to attend lectures. And then, I won't have any more privacy. Because I am married to Alpha Cahill, and now, I am the Luna of the Blackwood Pack.
Something no one would've thought because I am the geeky type. I spend my head buried in books at the library during times when I don't have lectures. Or I am seated on the bleachers, watching Brandon do laps around the field with his football teammates. Then lastly, my job as a waitress.
These are the three things my life has always revolved around. There wasn't much to it, but I was still satisfied because I had Brandon. But now, everything in my life has taken a sullen turn, which throws me into the position of being Alpha Cahill Nolan's little wife. Substitute Luna, if I may add.
I couldn't sleep last night after my experience with Alpha Cahill. I tossed in bed all through, having it at the back of my mind that the man is dangerous and seeing more reasons why my sister chose to run away, even if he didn't show her any ugly side of him.
Cahill was so much in love with my sister, showering her with gifts, and taking her along with him on expensive business trips. Everyone knew her as the woman he wanted to marry, it was the whole talk to Eastfield, and suddenly made my family the talk of the Town. Sometimes we did hide when we went outside because there were paps always lurking around, wanting to take pictures and asking silly questions.
And there was never a time Genova came complaining that Cahill was mean to her. Which gives out that she's partially the cause of Cahill's ruthlessness.
The two would've made a nice couple because they looked perfect together. Genova is slim with the perfect body and classic beautiful face, she was the ideal Luna despite coming from the Omega Family of the blackwood pack. And would've borne Cahill's adorable blonde hair children, but she never loved him. She is still very much in love with Jack Snyder, even though everyone sees him as a complete loser.
That's the main reason she ran away yesterday. Putting the life of the Brewer family at stake. And ruining my supposed future with my mate, Brandon.
Earlier this morning, I sneaked into the guard quarters and stole one of the bodyguards' clothes simply because I couldn't arrive at school wearing the same wedding dress that I wore yesterday. People will laugh and call me insane.
Not like I would've done it anyway. I just don't have any clothes with me, and I am not in the mood to contact my mother and brothers to send me clothes because I am still mad at them.
But the urge to come to see Brandon was great, that's why I sneaked out.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I carry on walking, avoiding the weird gazes that are being thrown in my way. I am too focused on seeing Brandon to even care how I look at people.
"Watch where you're going!" Someone who I accidentally bumped into, yells at me.
"I'm sorry," I mumble because I wasn't looking, I was trying to hide my face from everyone in order to not stir up gossip and questions.
I stop walking for a moment to catch some breath, there's this sharp pain in the pit of my stomach, reminding me that I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday morning when I shoved down some brownies and milk down my throat. That was the last happy breakfast I had because I had no idea my life was about to tumble upside down. Rather I was gladdened because my sister was to get married to Cahill and my family would be out of debt.
Fighting against the urge to shed tears, I made the decision to push these thoughts to the back of my mind, so I can think about them and make the tears flow later. Because I have to see Brandon right now.
I don't plan to stay long at school, I just need to find Lancelot before he attends his first class, and I assume his first course today is Astronomy, so he'll definitely head to the lab.
My heart is kicking in my chest and making my mouth hot with this salty taste. Because I don't even know what Brandon's reaction would be if he sees me here.
Will he yell at me?
Push me away?
Or call me a bitch for marrying Alpha Cahill?
Several disturbing thoughts are flowing in my head, which makes me foggy for a few seconds. I have to hold onto the wall for support, so I won't lose my balance and fall off.
I feel weak though because it's been over twenty-four hours since I've had food in my stomach. The worms are biting the wall of my stomach, greatly in search of undigested food to feed on.
But I try as much as I can to help myself because I have to see Brandon.
What I plan is to tell him why I ignored his calls, and explain things to him. I'll do this with my eyes looking anywhere but him or else I'll completely lose it because Brandon is someone who my body invigorates with love for.
Even if I will have to reject him at the Blackwood pack's council hall, it will never put a halt to the way my heart beats for him. He'll remain my first and only true love.
Several people are laughing at my clothes, as I head to Brandon's departmental block. Of course, it's the popular girls and frat house boys wearing matching frat house cardigans. Thankfully they don't know it's me, so I ignore them.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I start making my way towards the lab alongside students who are heading there.
I look around for Brandon, but I cannot see him. I feel sick at the thought of him not coming to school today because he might be at home, depressed, and letting his anger out on a punching bag.
Praying silently in my heart that he should be here, I carry on with my search for him, but I still don't see him.
With my head sagging down in sadness, I give up on the search for him, because it seems he didn't come to school today.
Just as I am about to turn away to start taking the dreadful walk back, my heart skips in my chest when I spot the blonde hair of Brandon, but before I can call out his name, he quickly enters the lab.