Playful Mind (boyxboy)

Chapter Nine - Justice

Say hello to Marcus c;

Private school has horrible.

More horrible than public school. At least at my old school, I could skip and teachers would actually listen to your excuse of why you skipped. But no, at this school you just get detention.

No pencil? Detention.

Forgot your binder because your locker was jammed? Detention.

Use the restroom but get back late because the one close to the class was out of order so you have to walk to the one on the other side of the school? Ha, at least you got excersice, but detention.

Like seriously. It was nauseating.

Now if you add in Charlie's constant complaining because of Kit teasing him, my parents not returning any if my calls and Bryce ignoring me, I was doing horribly.

I stared out of the window on the ride home while my mate chatted away on his phone about setting up new patrols and fixing some of the barriers. Once the limo pulled up to the Pack house, I rushed out and inside, up to my room and slammed the door shut.

Groaning, I threw my bag across the room and dove straight into the fluffy comforter on the bed. Thank god it was Friday.

I used to enjoy Fridays because it meant I got to spend time with Bryce and meet new people, but that wasn't the case anymore after I ruined everything.

See, a couple weeks ago, my depression got the better of me and I ended up saying Bryce loved his deceased mate more than me. Of course instead of reassuring me that wasn't true, he got mad and left, leaving me to cry in my sleep. Ever since that day, I now fully believed that Bryce truly didn't love me.

I heard the door open and pretended to ignore it. "Allister?" Looking over, I saw it was Charlie and my heart clenched at the fact it wasn't my mate.

"What's up?" I whispered and watched as he closed the door and walked over to me with a frown. "Why are you here?" I asked.

"I was worried. You haven't been your usual sarcastic self and I know I'm the dumb one that tries too hard to be funny, but right now I have a feeling you don't need funny," He stated with a frown and I sighed, closing my eyes.

"There's nothing to talk about," I told him and I knew he knew I was lying, but I didn't care. I was pushing him away like I was doing to everyone. The sooner he realized it and finally left me alone, the better I could be.

Because I only deserved to be alone.

After not talking, Charlie finally left and I decided to get up and strip out of my uniform and into some sweats and a hoodie. I pulled the hood up, drawing the stings so it crunched around my face. Crawling back into the bed, I waited to see if Bryce would show up, but when he didn't, I decided to just sleep and hopefully never wake up.

"Look at him Lysander! I told you changing the phone plan was a bad idea and you did it anyway," I frowned at the voice of my Dad filtered into my ears. Was I dreaming? God I hope not.

"Kolya I didn't know! I've apologized countless times and besides, they said it would take a week, not almost an entire month!" Papa fired back and I decided to open my eyes and see Dad glaring at him.

"Non osare usare quel tono con me!" Dad snapped and I saw Papa gulp in fear. (Don't you dare use that tone with me!")

" Bebè calmati . Siamo sotto stress a causa dello stato di Allister . Abbiamo bisogno di essere qui per lui , non combattere ." Dad looked at him and sighed, knowing he was right. (Baby calm down. We're under stress because of Allisters state. We need to be there for him, not fighting.)