One mate and a Rejection

Chapter 20

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Sleep has been beyond absurd.

It was almost silly to have expected a night full of peace and rest.

Listening to the endless choked sobbing of my mother as she pleads my dad to return,only to have the

voicemail limit cut short.

It hurt me that she was in this much pain,and it hurt even more knowing I couldn't do anything about it.

The everlasting times my mother has called my dad,only to receive no progress tells me that he won't

pick up even if I call.

Jason is gone,careless to whatever is going on here,while being captured by Amanda's hypnotizing

allure.

Although the shattering pieces of my mother's heart imprisoned my every thought,my worry for Blade

lay fresh at the side of my mind.

I still wondered what happened at the meeting.

Are they running Blade's pack to a different territory? Maybe his pack is our look—out now,acting as

our protectors as punishment.

Surely keeping the enemy safe would be torture enough for them.

I listened to the last words that left my mother's lips before she fell into yet another tearful mess.

A voice mail later,a possible bottle of wine and two or more hiccups every couple of seconds.

The stress was constant in my mind.

The morning rolled around as slowly as possible and for the first time I had witnessed everything that

happened outside in process.

The moon went up,then it went down.

The sun went up,and lit the whole sky.

Simple as that yet more slowly than anything.

I got up,extra early and put on anything that smelled clean.

I washed my face,and brushed my teeth, making sure everything was...presentable before heading to

school.

My eyes roamed over the parking lotsscanning every face,passing even Jared's and not hesitating

once.

I couldn't help but notice the absence of Blade.

His pack was here,but where is he? The rest of the school day passed by fast and I was met with

disappointment every time I looked past a face that wasn't Blade's.

I couldn't understand why I had to see him so much.

It's sillyreally,developing feelings for an enemy.

I had no feelings just...stirrings.

Possible pleasure when I'm near him that may or may not be because of him.

Just...silly little emotions that would have never developed if he never saved me from that guy in the

closet.

Besides,I have a mate.

Lunch rolled around fast and I found myself already in Dramalistening to Mrs. Spencer's smooth,wise

voice.

Today,she was dressed in an odd suit,the colors of soft bamboo striped with creamy white,fingering an

old umbrella polka dotted light pink and brown.

Her bright orange hair was set in a French braid,tight and painful,as usual,but with no doubt,flawless.

I watched as two people performed their dialogues,relieved that it wasn't one of love.

I noticed that by the time they were done,I was dreading the next group.

It was Jasmine and Jared,and no doubt it would be something disgustingly romantic and bright.

Although I knew that if I had been up there with Jared,I wouldn't have hated the theme as much but I

couldn't help the knotting of my stomach as the lights dimmed and focused on them.

As Jared opened his mouth to utter the first words,! shot out of my seat.

“May I please go to the washroom?"

I shouted out.

Ms.

Spencer stared at me,"

Can it wait?"

"Not really can't.

I feel sick."

She sighs,’ if you must."

I practically darted out the door,avoiding the annoyed,knowing eyes of the students around me.

When I reached the washroom, made sure to remain frozen until the painful lunges of knots eased

down in my stomach.

I stared at my reflection.

There were the fading bruises and cuts that Amanda had given me,and the long scratch on my

forehead from the time I banged my head against the window.

It seemed as if that scar was never going to leave.

It will forever be a reminder of how dangerously reckless I became when freshly heartbroken.

I exited the washroom ten minutes later,only to find Jared standing there,awaiting my exit.

"What are you doing here?"

I practically snapped.

“I just came to make sure you're okay."

An image of Blade saying that popped up in my head.

"I'm fine,"

I snapped,aware of how uncontrollably angry I was becoming,"

You don't always have to be checking on me.

I'm not yours to worry about anymore."

"I didn't mean to—"

“I know you didn't.

But I can look after myself.

You have your mate,and I have mine."

"What?"

he grabbed my shoulderstopping me from taking another step,’ You said you don't have one.”