Chapter 5

Quinn POV

Fifteen almost sixteen-year-old

As we packed up from the training session that we had just finished, I watched Meg mind-link someone, speak with her father, give him a hug and head into the woods. Where the hell is she going? Why are they letting her walk off into the woods alone? What if she gets hurt? Why the hell am I on the verge of panicking? I know she can take care of herself. Even though I have spent a good part of the last eight months trying to stay away from her. I have still watched her while she is training. I can't count the amount of times that I have had to hold myself back from running onto the field ready to pound whoever she was sparing with. I don't like to see her hurt. I know what I have been doing is hurting her. I just don’t know what else to do. She has had April asking why I was doing what I was doing. She had her brother and the twins ask too. I just wasn’t sure what to tell them all. There was no way I was going to try and explain to my sister that my body doesn’t know the difference between a friend and the other girls. I tried to explain it to the guys and it did go better than I thought it would. Levi wasn’t happy to hear how my body was reacting to his sister, but he and the twins understood too. It seems they have been having some of those embarrassing experiences too. Levi tried to explain to Meg that it wasn’t anything that she did. It was just some stuff that I was going through. He had let me listen in through the mind link. It was nice that she had asked if there was anything she could do to help me. The only thing that I could think of that would help is if she stopped growing. But how do you tell a fifteen-year-old girl to stop growing into a gorgeous, curvy woman? You don’t. The last eight months have not been fun for me either. There have been times that I have walked out of our apartment to have to turn right around and run back to my room with an extremely painful hard-on because her scent was filling the hallway. Or times when she has been in one of the common rooms alone when I've walked in. I want to stay, but I can't. I'm scared about what I might say or worse do if I'm alone with her for too long. It's hard enough to keep myself under control when there are other people with us. I thought that I was getting a handle on my hormones. I've gone on a few dates and everything was fine, no unexpected 'pop-ups', so I thought the worst was over. Then today it didn’t matter where I went all I could do was smell her and all the control I thought I had went right out the window. I couldn’t concentrate on anything I was doing. She had almost caught me. I couldn’t take a chance of rolling around on the ground with her again. I was so desperate to get away from her that I ran right into Reed and just let him take me out of the game.

I was brought out of my thoughts by my Dad yelling for me to hurry up with the cooler I was carrying.  I handed the cooler to my Dad for him to put into the back of the truck. “Dad, is it OK if I walk back to the packhouse? I just want some time alone to think about some things.”

“That seems to be going around today,” Mac says as he walks up with some of the other supplies, looking in the direction that Meg walked off to. I follow his gaze, and there is a slight breeze that is carrying her scent. Without even realizing it, I inhaled deeply letting the calming effect that it sometimes has on me drift through my whole body. I open my eyes to see both Dad and Mac giving me a strange look.

Dad smiles “Go on take your walk. Just make sure you’re back in time for supper.”

“Thanks, Dad I’ll see ya later.” As I jog off into the woods. I catch part of Dad and Mac’s conversation. “Do you think they are?”

“Might be he is acting like you did with Kelly”

“Yeah, I don’t want to have to hurt your kid you know, but I will.” I don't hear what Dad's response is, but I hear the two of them chuckling as I step into the tree line from the makeshift parking lot we are in.

I didn’t even think about it I just followed Meg’s scent. I wasn't planning on talking to her, when I first started to follow her I just wanted to make sure she was safe. But I think I want to try and explain things to her. It was the least I could do. I know it is going to be embarrassing as hell but it can’t be any worse than how bad it is making me feel knowing I’m hurting her. As I reach the edge of the clearing near the stream, I see Meg bending over to lay out a blanket. All I can do is stare at her perfectly round ass that is right in front of me. I feel all the blood as it leaves my brain and goes straight south. What was I going to do again? Oh yeah, talk to her. I stood there with my eyes closed picturing the dead mouse that Dad had me clean out of the gym's storage room the other day using that image to help send the blood back where it should be. Taking a death breath through my mouth so I can’t pick up her scent I open my eyes and... Ohhh Fuck. I’m done. Meg is standing there in a green bikini with some kind of white dot pattern on it. I drift my gaze up her toned calf to her supple thigh over her hip to the dip in at her waist. I can see all of her toned abs. They don’t look hard like mine are. They look toned but still soft at the same time. My hands are itching to touch every part of her my eyes just traced. The thought of how soft and silky her skin would feel under my touch. As I look higher her round globes come into view. I think they are even bigger than they were eight months ago. They would feel even better pressed against my chest now. I close my eyes again and start chanting in my head. She is just a friend, she is just a friend, she is just a friend. When am I going to learn that this doesn’t work? I suddenly catch the scent of someone else. I look up to see Matt stepping out of the woods on the other side of the clearing. I watch as he walks up to her asking if he can sit. I was just about to burst out of the trees because there was no way he was going to sit there looking at my girl in a bikini. Wait, what did I just think? Meg’s is not mine. Fuck, my mind is so messed up. Shaking my head to try and get my thoughts straight I look back over towards Meg. She had put her shirt back on. Good now Matt can’t sit there and ogle her. The sound of her giggles reached my ears, Oh Goddess it’s been too long since I’ve heard that beautiful music. I stood there leaning against the tree making sure to keep downwind so Meg wouldn't realize I was there. I know I have no right to be jealous of other guys paying attention to her, but I can't stop it. I hear Meg's alarm go off. I watch as she stands and starts gathering her things. As soon as Matt walks away I hang my head down and turn to start my walk back to the packhouse. As I keep telling myself Meg is just a friend, so even though I don’t like Matt who am I to stop her from going on dates if that is what she wants? I’ve gone on a few with some of the girls from school. So I guess it’s only fair, but why does the thought of it hurt so much?