As I walked away from Liza I felt cold and empty inside. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and never let go.
And my wolf was screaming at me to go back and drag her to my car so we could spend more time with her.
But I don’t think she would like that. I mean we just met and she’s human. She wouldn’t understand our bond.
So I ignored my wolf and soon he went away.
By the time I got home, I couldn’t get my little mate out of my head. I would be talking to someone and find myself smiling and thinking of her beautiful face.
But at the same time I felt empty inside because she wasn’t here with me.
I missed her so much and I barely knew her.
Becca came bouncing down the stairs, humming. I stopped her when she reached me and said “Did Liza say anything about me to you?”
“Nope.” She told me, popping the p.
Great. She didn’t like me. What was I suppose to do now? How was I going to get her to like me? I didn’t want to screw this up. What if she rejected me?
That last question haunted me and my wolf was howling in pain. I couldn’t let that happen. I don’t know how I could live without my mate.
I snapped out of my inner babble when Becca half yelled “I answered your question. Now can you let go of my arm?”
I quickly let her go. I forgot I was even holding her arm. I muttered a quick sorry and started to walk away when Becca called after me.
“Why do you care if she talked about you or not?”
Becca and her questions. I didn’t want the pack to know I had a mate.
Not yet anyway. If Liza rejected me it would be really embarrassing.
I just shrugged my shoulders in response and quickly walked away.
My last thoughts before I fell asleep were of Liza and all night I dreamt wonderful dreams about her.
When my alarm clock went off I was disappointed. In my dream I was in a meadow with Liza, having a picnic.
I reluctantly got out of bed and slowly got ready for school.
First I took a shower, then I pulled on a grey T-shirt and a pair of jeans.
Next I ran downstairs and ate a massive bowl of Reece Puffs. For some reason I loved this cereal. I wonder if Liza likes them.
There I go again thinking about her.
Will I always think about her this much? I kind of liked the idea of constantly having Liza on my mind.
I got to school early and searched the hallways for my mate but I didn’t find her so I headed to class and sat where I did yesterday.
Soon students started flooding the classroom but no Liza. Even Becca was here but not my mate. I was getting worried.
Just before the bell rung my little mate ran into the classroom. I was so relieved. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Today she had on a grey hoody with the hood over her head, practically covering he face, and a pair of dark skinny jeans. Nothing fancy. But I liked her simple look.
She said something to the teacher that I didn’t hear and faced the class to look for and empty seat.
When she saw that the seat beside me was the only free one she slowly walked over and plopped down beside me.
I tried to make small talk with her but she pretty much gave me the silent treatment.
What did I do? She wouldn’t even face me. It looked like she was hiding something. But what?
I was about to ask her when the bell rang and Liza jumped to her feet and ran out of the room.
I called after her but when I got into the hallway she was gone. Now I had to go through two classes without her.
I ran into English just before the bell rang and asked the teacher Mrs. Wilson if I could keep my hood on.
Of course she asked my why, but I was ready and told her with the most convincing tone that I was mugged, and to prove my point I lowered my hood so only she could see all the bruises.
She gasped and quickly told me I could keep the hood on. I was grateful and for a moment relieved.
But it was short lived when I saw the only empty desk was beside Asher.
I didn’t want him to see me with bruises all over my face. He would be disgusted with me. He would never talk to me again. And for the first time I actually cared what someone thought about me.
I had feelings for him and it scared me. I couldn’t help but fantasize about Asher and I hand in hand walking down the beach or in a meadow.
I know it sounds stupid. Why would a guy like him go for a broken girl like me?
All class he tried to talk to me but I didn’t say anything. I just looked straight ahead and tugged on my hood.
And when the bell finally rung I packed up my stuff and ran out of the room in record time. But not before I herd Asher call my name.
For a second I contemplated turning around and walking back to him because he sounded hurt. I didn’t want to hurt him but I was selfish and I didn’t want to lose him because of Jason.
I just shook my head and speed walked to my next class.
When the bell rung signalling lunch I got really nervous. I knew I had to face Becca and Asher.
I couldn’t take being away from them any longer.
I walked into the cafeteria and I swear everyone paused what they were doing and stared at me.
I blushed and walked to Becca’s table. Making sure not to make eye contact with anyone.
By the time I reached the table everyone went back to what they were doing and I was left with a frowning Becca.
“Where have you been?” She asked.
I just shrugged in response and sat next to her.
Before I could even think about pulling down my hood Becca did and everyone at the table gasped and looked at me with wide, horror filled eyes.
I looked down at the table like it was the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen.
“What the hell happened?” Becca screeched.
“I was mugged.” I calmly replied, making sure to make eye contact.
It’s a good trick when you lie because most people that lie can’t make eye contact.
“Oh.” She muttered, stunned.
And that’s when Asher came over and sat down across from me.
Once he took in my bruises he started to shake and through clenched teeth he growled “What happened?”
Before I could answer him Becca said “Calm down she was mugged.”
He didn’t say anything but he started to shake harder and I swear his eyes flashed black.
Then he got up and stormed out of the cafeteria.
That was weird and scary.
I didn’t see Asher for the rest of the day. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about him and his strange behaviour.
What’s up with him? And why was he so mad when he saw the bruises?
“Maybe he cares.” Something inside me whispered.
Ha ha very funny. Why would he care about me?