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Chapter 8: A Mess

Chapter 8: A Mess

Words could not describe just how hurt Tiffani looked when I shoved her away from me. I could see Widmore out of the corner of my eye taking a step forward, ready to stop an argument if it was to break out.

Tiffani's eyes were tearing up from the rejection and her body slightly curled in a protective way. It was obvious to me that her insecurities were raising their ugly heads and prancing around in her head and most importantly her heart; making her feel unworthy and stupid I was guessing. Her eyes, whilst teary, were questioning my actions. In response, I looked behind her and into the wonderful eyes that I had once loved, and was sure that I could love again.

My face must have shown more than what I wanted to portray because soon Tiffani burst out into tears and fell to the ground... a terrible mess that I had just created. Her shoulders shook, and her hair - that I am guessing required no sudden movements to stay as perfect as it was - had fallen to the side of her face and stray strands fell so that they were curtaining her face. On her knees, and sobbing at the betrayal, Tiffani may as well have been heartbroken for the very first time... though I suspect, it was the very first time.

She wasn't a slut who slept around, but she did attract males with the way she dressed and it was, if anything, the boys who got heartbroken.

I knelt down beside her, my palm brushing against her bare shoulders. She shivered at the contact and murmured, "Go away from me."

I took my hand away but decided that I wasn't about to give up, despite the fact that my mate was right there watching. In fact, the whole room had stopped whatever they were doing and were now watching.

Trying again, I said, "Tiffani, I-I'm sorry."

She moved her hands from her face and looked up at me with her big doe like eyes. The make up that she took so long to put on was smeared and the eye liner and mascara I presume were running and smudged around her eyes. I was right, she was a mess. A mess that I created.

My heart was also chastising me for the way I had treated and selfishly taken her and her purity, the one thing she was saving for her mate, and hurt her. Tiffani might have been a little bit of a snob, but when she cared about someone or something, she put her whole heart into cherishing it.

"What are you sorry for?" She asked me through deep sobs.

I didn't know how to respond to her question but decided that maybe if I could delay the explanation.

"Can we talk about this later?"

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say because soon enough I saw rage fill her eyes, along with new tears. She stood up and I stood with her. As I watched the anger swirling through her brown eyes, I couldn't help but also notice that the tears were leaking out of her eyes and I was truly worried that she was on the verge of doing something stupid.

I was right. After the few moments of staring and determining one another's feelings through our eyes, she turned and stomped over to Isobel. I followed close behind, to make sure that no arguments would break out but mainly because she was threateningly advancing on my mate.

Isobel didn't have any fear flashing through her eyes like I was expecting but I did notice her take a common fighting stance. I wasn't sure just how far she would get in a physical fight, but by the determination radiated so beautifully off of her, I was certain that verbally, she could take on anything. My wolf seemed to be happier than I was that our mate was strong-willed, a trait that a Luna should have.

"Who are you?" Tiffani questioned.

Her tone was definitely the opposite of polite... impolite, and it wasn't just me who thought it was rude. My wolf as well as a few people sneered at how she was talking to my mate. Even Isobel looked at me expectantly. Seeing as I did nothing, the disappointment in her eyes practically tore me apart, making me wish that I had said or done something.