His Mates Pretty Little Scars

Chapter 6 - The World Doesnt Owe You A Cent.

We rehears the Freeze your brain scene a couple dozen times this morning. Mrs. D didn't say anything about my absence, which I am greatful for. My energy starts to run low around the third or fourth attempt. She says we are struggling to capture the essence of the characters. Apparently I need to act like I don't trust him, while he acts like a show boat.

I take my mind off of everything that has happened and focus on the skepticism of Veronica. I harness the feelings I had before I got to know him as a friend and use it towards my performance. This seems to satisfy her.

Once we are done, we head off to our first class of the day. I start my usual walk with Dean. I hear the familiar sounds of keys and my brothers voice. My stomach drops and I immediately search for an escape. To my right is the janitors closet. I open the door and slam it behind me.

After hiding for awhile, I hear the door knob jingle. I hide behind a stack of boxes and slow my breathing. The small overhead light by the door turns on, casting a shadow of my hiding place, but not me.

I hear the sound of something crushing up on the floor and a blad scraping the cement. I hear a card scrape the cement. What is he doing? I hear sniffing and it finally clicks. Oh! Oh my goddess! He's snorting something! Things slowly start to click together. He's been acting so gross because he's on something. Even so, that's not excuse for what he did to me.

This continues for awhile until I hear the door open again and hear the familiar sound of the chains hitting the side of Dean's boots. "What the hell are you doing?" He asks Jason.

       "Alphas finest. My father imports them from outside the country. He only gets the best of the best around here. Do you want to try some? On the house this time." He says, slurring some words.

       "Dude, this can't be good for you." Dean says, some hint of genuine concern laced in his voice.

       "Suit yourself, I'll see ya in gym buddy." I hear the sound of a bro hug and the closing of a door.

       "You can come out now, he's gone." I hear Dean say. I shuffle my way out from behind the boxes.

       "How'd you know I was here?" I ask shyly. Dean points to his perfect nose and opens the door, leading me out carefully.

       "The janitors closet, under the stage, I knew everytime. I always know where you are." Okay, creepy.

       I nod my head and look down at my shoes as we walk to class together.

        After class, we have our usual musical rehearsal. It goes pretty well until Mrs. D mentions that we need to start rehearsing dead girl walking. My cheeks flush at the thought. I'm not sure I can do that scene without Dean's mate murdering me for sport. Part of me still thinks that it's weird we are doing the explicit version of this musical. Sex scenes on stage in front of a bunch of highschool assholes seems like social suicide. The genocide of the theater kids, even.

       I love this scene itself, but I hate the circumstances. Dean pushes me against the set wall and I lose my breath. I take a deep breath and look into his dangerously mischievous eyes. His attention is all on me and the world fades around me. His mouth moves but nothing reaches my ears. "Line?" I say.

       Mrs D chuckles before answering my half asked question, "you don't say anything here, London." The rest of the cast chuckles. Dean steps back from me a bit and I look around to see everyone staring at us. His friends have a knowingly look in their eyes. The females hold resentment. The humans in the room look at me with pity.

       I push past the paranoia of being watched and try to remember my lines. He pulls me closer to him while saying his lines. He puts his hands on the wall beside me and pushes his perfect body against my own. His thigh rubs against mine. I can feel the heat radiating off of him as he gets into his own head. His eyes turn black with lust and I am immediately ripped out of my daydream.