After they gushed out a truckload of apologies and promised an extra week of sandwiches and milkshakes, they finally left and I was left to seethe and douse my anger all on my own. I had to give it to them for how unexpected things went and how they completely took me by surprise. They wouldn't even tell me who they paired me up with. Only that it was with an Alumni of the school and we were to spend the entire day together with them, taking them on school tours and finally ending the day by coming along with them for the dinner, and of course, it was someone of the opposite sex. I really wasn't looking forward to that, and I was bent on expressing all my displeasure and letting them stew in guilt while I figured a way to cope with the unconventional manner of it all. Every night since their confession, Charles brought a sandwich and milkshake along whenever he came to take Lola and I have to admit I was getting the better end of the deal, I almost felt like a leech. It still felt
The alarm clock went off for the fifth time in the past two minutes, and it took a whole lot of self-constraint not to knock it down and kill the annoying noise from plaguing my ears. I groaned and rolled from side to side, wishing for an extra two hours of sleep. The Alumni Day crept upon us all, and we met it readily. I was happy to be ready when it came and a bit grumpy that I had no idea of who I was paired up with, yet my entire portfolio had been sent to him, or that is what I was told at least. We were supposed to be at the hall very early to get paired up with the Alumni’s and I set the alarm because I had gotten so adjusted to the suspension of classes temporarily that waking up early had no effect on me. I had become a late waker officially. I could hear the impatient shuffling of feet and preparation by Lola, she had woken up even earlier than I did, and I managed to sleep back after her quick shower. “ Wake up, Fi, you have just like thirty minutes to get ready” I heard
I felt the entire room grow cold. It felt as if they knew the implication of what I said and suddenly a feeling of nervousness washed through me. my heart hammered, my hands started to feel sweaty but I didn't break my gaze from Mac’s deepened scowl, I watched as his nose flared and I felt a huge triumph flutter in my chest. He stared at me with so much zeal and fierceness but there was nothing but a blank canvas etched on his face, I wanted to draw something on that face, I wanted to see his anger or disgust or anything but it was a blank and empty canvas that he left me to paint my thoughts on. Shakily,I fought another small smile on my lips. I passed the microphone to the person who stood beside me as he called out who he was paired with. Immediately as he began to speak, I looked down as I tried to calm my racing heart. I felt proud. How does it feel to be rejected for once Mac? The question floated in my mind and with my head bowed I finally let out the small smile that had be
I don't know how long we stood there staring deeply into each others eyes like the whole world had faded into nothing but a blur, it was crazy how we got entirely lost in each others eyes. For someone looking from the outside it must have looked like something obscene, to be so caught up in a bubble that was somewhere in our orbs. I heard someone clear their throat loudly, I didn't have to look back to know who it was but it was enough to break us out from our trance. I stepped back immediately, blinking furiously because I felt a bit hypnotised from all the staring, what was it that drew me to this man? What did I see In his eyes that made me want to keep looking? I really don't know. I should have been on my feet, I should have been running from all the horrific stories I have heard, but somehow I was pulled in to him without any struggle on my end. It was wrong on every side, I knew, especially for someone who wasn't my mate. I suddenly didn't know what to do with my self, I shuf
We stared at each other in silence after he answered, we seemed to be doing a whole lot of that and it felt crazy that I didn't shy away from his gaze most of the time like I normally would. From the way his eyes burned I could tell he was waiting for me to ask, hinting me, chiding me, telling me to open up and speak, to say what is on my mind. But what did I know? He could be more dubious than Mac, a wolf in sheep's clothing, he could be everything I think he's not and everything I think he is, but I was too scared to find out, to take a leap and trust whatever he said. So I didn't ask, I looked away, and immediately I felt him step away from me. My heart sank. I cleared my throat "Now, we'll go to the Library, its somewhere along this path" I started walking nervously without waiting for him, but I heard his footsteps even though they were as light as air and I knew he was following me. I was nervous, I had questions, I needed to gather something on him today but so far I had do
The first thing I saw when I opened my eye was bright illuminating white light. There was a chandeliers hanging over my head, the brightness of the tiny lights on it made my head hurt, it blurred my vision for a while then finally it settled and the world stopped spinning. I remembered exactly what led me here, what made the whole world black, I held my breath for too long, I was scared but I also felt passion like I had never felt before, not for anyone even my mate. I asked Luke the questions that had been bugging my mind without asking the one I really wanted to know, the one that determined how things went and how they ended with us. He knew and he was furious, how did he know I wanted to ask if his pack had been the one to attack us? Did he know for a certain or could he just perceive my hesitance to ask what's on my mind? He had run out of patience but still he never treated me like Mac did, He didn't hurt me. I was scared he would hurt me but somewhere all along I knew he w
I stared at the door as it closed shut, today seemed like a week in one, so many things had happened that made no sense at all to me, so many things I had done and said that made me cringe in remembrance. My face still burned from the memory of it all, it didn't help that he was leaving, I felt like a hungry wolf, my wolf was really showing her sexually starving side with him, and even the thought of using the same shower gel and skin products as he made my heart beat in an obscene way. I placed my shaky hands on the table and immediately felt like I could breathe a whole lot better with the knowledge that he wasn't around. Everything about this screamed wrong the entire situation was weird, it scared me, and it terrified me. What did he mean by his fondness for me? When did he grow fond of me? What was going on between us and what was this terrifying electricity propelling us to one another? If Mac was aware of all that had transpired between us today, I wondered how he would feel
By the time it was thirty minutes to the dinner I began to fidget, I worried if the dress he got would fit me, agreed the one I was putting on right now was gotten by him but was a loose fitting style so it would have fitted anybody. Also there was the worry of where was I going to dress up? Certainly not in the same room or space as he, I had hoped to curl my hair and apply something little to my face because I wanted to look good, but what was the probability of that occurrence right now? The both of us were still seated at the table we ate, for different reasons I would like to assume. His reason was he had some work to do I guessed, from the way he was staring at his phone with intent, it made a lot of sense. On the other end I was just too full to move, I had eaten so much that the thought of standing at the moment scared me, so I waited for it to all digest, but right now after one sweaty check of the time it felt like all the air in the room couldn't satisfy my lungs and curb