Avery's POV He didn't bother asking further questions about Dylan but I could tell he wanted to The ride home was quiet and long. It was exhaustingly awkward. I got out of the car and I followed Put your mate on a leach! The thought of that he said disgusted me. Even if he never really loved me. I know he still considered me a friend. So why say that "Dylan fight every time when it comes to you. Why?" Liam asked, glancing at me. "Why's he always trying to pick a fight when you're involved. Don't tell me you don't know" "I-" "He's in love with you isn't he? Has something happened between you two? How much are you hiding from me? Do you feel the same for him?" he asked "Is that why you fought with Tessa?" "No-" "I can't believe you" I frowned, going up the stairs and ignoring me I sighed, watching him climb the stares So he's mad at me now I groaned He can't know everything... Yet I can't
Dylan's POV I knelt next to my dad's dead body His wounds weren't healing I kept shaking him I didn't say a word, not wanting to attract the person that did this to him He coughed I grinned, knowing there was hope he would survive 'I have to get him outta here' I thought then tried carrying him. It didn't work so I pulled his body I got to the door but before I could open it, I felt a sharp pierce on my back I felt stings follow then felt like I was being burnt I couldn't even react to the pain I was paralyzed I heard chuckles when I dropped on the floor Felt like a combination of voices I couldn't tell which gender I struggled to breathe I tried calming myself so I could focus on my vision which was now blurred I had to see the murder's face I looked at him...or her but saw nothing I couldn't see 'its' face It dropped the knife it stabbed me with then pulled me to a chair then made me sit I couldn't talk, couldn't move, couldn't do anything
Dylan's POV I dressed up quickly. "Hmm..." I trailed while checking myself out No wonder Tessa tries so hard Look at me... Damn I turned to the side to further my self-admiration, ignoring the continuous buzzing of my phone "Look at that ass" I smirked, impressed by myself "What the hell, Dylan" my wolf frowned I rolled my eyes then grabbed my car keys and left to school Finally gonna talk to Avery today I miss driving her to school ~ The drive to school was long and boring without Avery I parked my car but remained in my car "What an I gonna say to her?" I asked my wolf "Hey?" He suggested "After being a dick to her?" "You can just start with an apology" "Hmm" With that suggestion, I got out of the car then strolled to the school's main door Soon I took a step in someone bumped into me, sounded to me like she was mumbling curse words She took a step back, looking u
Avery's POV I hurried out of school, not minding anyone. Ugh. I'm so sick of Tessa! I let out a sigh then continued my walk to I dunno where Flashback I sat ignoring Tessa. "He doesn't even like you. He never even liked you. He just wanted to use you. Luckily, he found me so he didn't need you anymore. Why do you think he changed when we got together?" Sure blabbed I groaned, trying not to let what she's saying get to me She's making perfect sense though "Why do you keep bothering me? I'm not even after him" I frowned "Avery! This is a class!" Ms. Dumpster yelled "Oh! Sorry Ms Dumpster!" I apologized The class bursted into laughter. I smirked at her while she glared at me. She closed her eyes seconds later to calm down then went back to teaching "You seem to piss off everyone. That's why no one likes you. Not even Dylan" she continued torturing me "Do you even have a wolf?" She asked out of nowh
Avery's POV He smiled at me but I didn't know to react. I found my mate, fought with Tessa and never bothered stopping to say hi "Mr. Arthur..." I trailed not knowing what to say. I avoided making eye contact "I don't even know how to start" He remained quiet and watched me as the guilt in me grew "I'm so sor-" he didn't let me finish "There is no need to apologize Avery... You had a lot going on" he smiled I smiled, letting the worry in me flow out "Wanna talk?" he asked I nodded "This isn't the best place to talk though" he looked around "Yeah... but I can't leave. I'm here with Liam" "Its okay... he'd understand" "He might worry" "Fineeee... I'll mind link him and let him know our location. Can we just go. Its been a while since we talked" he groaned "Okay" I smiled I actually missed talking to him "Come with me" he said then wal
Dylan's POV The room was filled with awkward, uncomfortable silence for minutes with Avery lost, looking like she was having an internal argument. I would have said she was arguing with her wolf but I don't think she's had her first shift. "Why aren't you saying anything?" my wolf asked "Well, what are you expecting me to say...hi?" "Anything would be okay to be honest. Just make sure you fix things with her. This is probably your only chance." "I guess you're right." "I know I am" my wolf said, pride filing his voice. I rolled my eyes at my wolf's ego then finally spoke up "Avery" I said the exact same time Avery said "Dylan" I smiled, knowing she was ready to talk "Are you mad at me?" she asked "I mean... Yeah it pretty obvious you're mad... but why" she asked sounding different, she sounded hurt, yes, but she sounded more uncomfortable. She's not the touchy touchy feelin
Dylan's POV My heart pounded as I watched Avery, thinking of ways I could tell about my nightmare without completely messing up the whole mood. I couldn't think of any way I could say it without making her worry but it was important, she needed to know as soon as possible. "Don't tell her about your dream yet.", I frowned when I received the mind link from.my dad, my lips twitch at his stupid proposal before I gave my own response through a mind link. "Why?" "We just relieved her from the thought of you hating her. Its not right for us, to stress her immediately after by tell her about that dream of yours.", he had a point. She needed to rest but it's dangerous nit letting her know. Anything could happen. "This is a risk." "She's been through a lot. She has to rest.", was all he said. My dad cared about Avery more than he cared about himself, I always found it a bit annoying. There was not point of furthering the discussio
A week later Avery's POV It all comes down to this day The day Dylan would become the Beta officially while Liam, the Alpha The day I meet my father and wake that sleeping wolf up Maybe... The day the truth is revealed "Where are you going this early?"I shook when I heard Mr. Arthur ask from behind me "Nowhere far... just wanted to get some air" I lied. I can't tell him I'm going to meet my dad I dunno why that devil's forcing me to come this early "By three in the morning?" he tilted his head "Why are you up so early?" I tried changing the topic "Well. I decided to wake up early to make sure a particular girl doesn't go and get herself killed" he said with his hands behind him "Huh" I tilted my head to the side "You left your phone on the counter last night" "So you decided to read my texts?!" I frowned "Nope. Your phone was unlocked when you got a text from someone t
I laid on Dylan's bed, waiting for him to come out of the shower. No one had said a word since Mr. Arthur came to pick us up. Mr. Arthur himself hadn't even looked at me. I felt more uncomfortable than ever but there's nothing I can do about it. I had to stay since that's what Dylan said he wanted. The part of me that felt I had something to do with why Dylan and Mr. Arthur were in a bad mood was dead. Now I'm just worried about them. I already picked up a hint of what was going on. "Sorry to keep you waiting.", Dylan said as soon as he came out of the bathroom. "Don't worry about it.", I said, sitting up and turning to him.? He was fully dressed but his hair was still a bit wet. "Uhh...", he trailed, proceeding to sit next to me. "You can ask me what's wrong. I don't know how to start explaining if you don't." "Oh... Hehe.", I laughed awkwardly, sighing after. "So what happened?", I finally asked. He forced a sm
Mr. Arthur didn't give Dylan and I the chance to talk yesterday. He kept asking questions about school and why Dylan didn't want him to come and pick us up. Most times Mr. Arthur over thinks but that's cool. He never fails to show how much he cares. "Tch.", I hissed, struggling to inhale the next breath. Waking up with pains was normal now. I never go to bed, I pass out. The mad man can't learn to give me a break. "Shit.", I swore, glancing at the clock then standing up immediately and stretching, enjoying the sounds of my cracking bones and letting out a loud sigh as soon as I was satisfied. "I'm late.", I said, rushing to clean up the mess my dad made last night and then to the bathroom.? I had to have a long bath though if not I wouldn't be able to wash of the dried blood on my hair. I always feel disgusting everytime I wake up but I could get used to it. After I had made breakfast, I rushed out. I didn't want to keep Dylan and Mr. Arthur
"Remind me to never let you sit never let you sit next to me in class again.", I frowned, pushing my books to the side as soon as the bell rung. "And why should I do that?", Dylan asked with a smile playing on his lips. It's been there for a while. "Cause I learnt absolutely nothing.", I sighed, glancing at the board, wondering when they wrote all the science stuffs they did. I didn't even know the topic. "Oh...", He trailed, leaning on the chair and slouching a bit. Dylan literally talked through out school today and I couldn't tell him to stop. I didn't want to stop hearing his voice. It was comforting, but then again I wanted to listen to the teacher as well. I was hoping at least one teacher would tell him to shut up and one did, but he completely ignored him. It went like, "Dylan, please if you could just lower your voice.", the class let out a gasp when the teacher said that. "Avery I've told you to try putting yo
"C'mon, he's not that strong. Give me a break.", I rolled my eyes, increasing my pace so Dylan wouldn't be able to keep up but he's not as sluggish as I thought. "What do you mean he's isn't that strong?!", he wouldn't let go of what I said about his favorite anime character while we were in the car. I didn't intend to piss him off this much. His face was red and he kept yelling.? "Why can't I think what I want to think about him? It's my opinion anyways.", I said, ignoring the attention we were able to draw already. "Because we're talking about Saitama!", watching anime became a hubby for us ever since our first try out. We always had different opinions and always argued about every little thing. He just doesn't know how to let go. I can be the same most times but still. "Your opinions are always crap.", he argued. I stopped by my locker, opening it and noticing as people around left without thinking twice. I was used to it and
Of course, after that day, Dylan and I started talking more but then we were never fully comfortable with each other. Most times, we avoided talking about personal issues, probably because we feel like we don't trust each other or whatever but to me, all that didn't matter. Even though I can't say I had someone to share my pain with, I at least had someone I could talk to and that's okay. Dylan was a good distraction. He's annoying, funny and can be off. He takes my mind off things. It feels good to feel something other than pain and burden. At first, Dylan didn't seem to care. After the day he called me best friend, he barely looked at me or even talked to me. I was always the person walking up to him to say hi and start a discussion or something. Later on, Dylan got used to my presence, not really used to it but he actually started talking... a lot. "Don't barge in you idiot. Learn how to start knocking.", I groaned, rolling my eyes as soon as I heard my door slam ope
I woke up the next day, with new clothes on. I was cleaned up. I felt comfortable but that was only for a second. "Shit.", I swore, remembering the later I show up home, the more the beating. I had to get out. After bouncing on the bed a few times, I rushed to the room's door, opening it as fast as I could. I rushed to the sitting room where Dylan sat with his mom. They both turned to look at me, surprised a bit like they forgot I was around. "Sorry.", I whispered out of embarrassment, then headed for the door. I wasn't embarrassed about startling them. The PJ I had on was what's was embarrassing. A onesie with kitten faces everywhere. I could remember the day Mr. Arthur got it for me. I was the one that chose it myself. It was so soft. I knew it'd be comfortable.? Now that I'm in it, yes it feels as comfortable as it looked but then I was sure I looked like a baby. "Where are you rushing to?", I heard Dylan ask as soon as my hand touched the
Because of school, I found excuses I could use to avoid staying at home. Life was more bearable now but then again, it was still unbarable. What do I mean? Right now I'm kneeling beside my dad's couch, being forced to watch his lousy team play while bleeding non-stop from my arm and lap. My dad was sitting comfortably with his eyes fixed to the television, grumbling everytime his team made a mistake. He held his knife tight, like he was excited to use it on me again. "You better pray my team doesn't loose.", he said, boys bothering to look at me. Everytime the opposing team scores a goal, I get cut pretty deep. At the moment, I was in so much pain, barely hanging on to consiousness.? I was more terrified than I've been in a while. Not only did my whole body hurt like hell, my injuries were taking too long to heal. Watching blood gush out of my body was terrifying. I no longer felt excited feeling myself slowly loose life, things changed after my talk with Dylan. I c
"Don't hang out around me. Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. We don't know each other.", were the instructions Dylan have to me as soon as we got to school. "And don't you dare try to get popular with my name. Don't lie to people that you're buddies with the Betas son", he continued. "I had no plans to.", I shrugged, walking out on him. "Hey! I wasn't fine talking!", he yelled, sounding like his dad whenever I say or do something stupid. "I don't want to be seen talking to you." I said, not to loudly but loud enough for him to hear. He was quiet for some seconds like he was trying to process what I had just said, after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke up. "WHAT?!", he definitely wasn't expecting my reply. His last yell earned us a lot of eyes, making me shrink and release a low hiss. I increased my pace so I could get as far away from him as possible but then he ran up to me. "What do you mean you do
I got kicked out of my sleep, sitting up immediately and rubbing my cheek to calm the stinging pain I felt. My dad woke me up with a slap today. "Dress up and head over to Dylan's house. Arthur'll be the one dropping you off at school.", I simply nodded, already forgetting about how I was woken up.? I hopped out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. I was excited. I couldn't wait to be away from this mad man and his house but then I wasn't ready to be in the same car with Dylan. I didn't know the school's location so I couldn't walk there. I didn't bother being picky with clothes. I had nice ones because Mr. Arthur kept buying me some but I didn't want to stand out. I wanted space. After making my dad breakfast, I hurried to Mr. Arthur's, hoping I wasn't late. I was glad to see he was the one that opened the door today. Anyone else would have been awkward.? "You're up early. I see you don't want to be late on your first day of school.", he smiled, moving aside