What the hell was his problem? He was getting to me, and normally, no one would. Besides, what were those tingles I felt at his touch? I could swear I’ve read about that somewhere. Sadly enough, I couldn’t bring myself to remember.
“Hey, ready to go?” Seth’s voice cut the trail of thoughts I was drowning in. I hummed and headed directly to his car, he was striding along silently and that was not like him.
“What is it?” I asked him when we were finally on the road.
“What?” he asked innocently, still looking straight ahead.
“Don’t what me. Spill!” I shot him a sideways glare and he squirmed in his seat a little. Boy, I loved the effect a simple glare could have on him. I just knew him too well.
“You’re not going to like this,” he told me gravely.
“Just tell me already,” I commanded in a harsh tone. He knew that the best way to tick me off was to keep something from me; yet here he was delaying the supposedly bad news.
He slightly winced at my tone but, knowing he was in the wrong, said nothing about that; instead he finally blurted out, “The new guy is a werewolf.”
My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat. No way, how was that possible? There was a pack here already, so it was not likely that he had moved along with his pack. He might be a rogue, but that would mean that he had crossed the Sunshine’s pack’s territory without permission.
That can’t be it! They were nowhere near careless werewolves; they would have noticed him soon enough.
Maybe he was simply a loner?
My shoulders tensed and my spine went rigid all of a sudden when I remembered where I had read about those tingles – grandma’s ancient history book. It had covered all of the mystical creatures. There was a full page, in the werewolves’ chapter, speaking about mates.
I groaned, and Seth glanced briefly my way silently asking me what the matter was.
“I think I’m that jerk’s mate,” I told him, my voice clearly showing my frustration.
His eyes bulged, and we were soon parking on the side of the road.
“No way!” He exclaimed looking like he was about to hyperventilate.
“Yes way,” Probably not the best moment to be sarcastic but hey, bear with me, will you? I was trying to process the news.
“You can’t be compatible,” he breathed out in a whisper.
I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to keep the anger at bay; it wasn’t of a big help. “I know,” I stated flatly, giving him a pointed look.
“What a mess!” he sighed getting frustrated.
Yeah, tell me about it, I wanted to scoff but refrained from doing so and kept silent.
“We could cancel with the guys,” he offered softly after a deafening silence that had paralyzed us for nearly ten minutes.
“Nah,” I even gave him a wave of hand in dismissal. He looked at me quizzically therefore I continued, “The mess will be here tomorrow, we’ll deal with it in due time. Besides, I miss them.”
He nodded understandingly, put the ignition key back in, and we were soon heading to our previously arranged meeting place.
Chapter 4
Oh Boy!
I entered the classroom barely seconds before the teacher, and I breathed out a sigh of relief. I’ve never had a detention at this school, now wasn’t the time to start!
I was heading to my desk when I froze. My gaze met those annoyingly captivating, electric-blue orbs. Quickly dismissing the shock, I forced my legs to move and compelled my senses to go back to their normal routine.
Why is he here? I couldn’t help but wonder. He didn’t have 1st period with me yesterday. What the hell man?
I had successfully ignored him all first period, even managed to escape and avoid him all morning till our fourth period finished. Since I was daydreaming, I was kind of left behind to gather my things... And as expected, he stayed behind to talk to me. I was dreading what he had to say. That didn’t mean, however, that I was putting the arms down.
“Can we speak?” He softly asked me when I had straightened up.
“What is it?” I might sound rude, but I wasn’t in the mood for small talk –admittedly, I was never in the mood to deal with a werewolf.
“Are you dating that blonde dude?” He went straight to the point, looking at me intently, probably trying to decipher my reaction or something.
“What if I were?” I countered back, defiantly cocking my right eyebrow, not giving him a satisfying answer.
“You can’t!” He barked at me, starting to get irritated.
“Is that so?” I couldn’t help but taunt him, smirking ever so slightly.
He growled low in his throat, but I just kept my gaze steady and fixed on him. “You can’t!” He repeated, taking deep breaths; trying to calm himself, I’d say.
“And why is that?” I inquired in my most bored voice, drawling the last word.
His face seemed to pale a little at that and I almost gave in to the temptation a knowing giggle presented. He was probably trying to figure out what to say in order to convince me without revealing his nature and telling me I was his mate. “You’re mine!” He finally stated in such a possessive way, I would have winced had I not been prepared for the macho display.
“Let me tell you something, buddy. You are free to carry on with your man-whoring ways,” I jabbed a threatening finger at his face, “whereas I am free to flirt with anyone; to date and to fuck whoever the hell I want, if the desire arises.” I spat out at him.
His eyes were starting to darken and that was my cue to leave. But, for the life of me, I couldn’t bring myself to do that without taunting him some more.
“Just because I’m your mate, that doesn’t mean I’m yours,” I told him smugly while leaving the classroom.
I know I have been extremely rude with him, but I did not want to be his
