Chapter Eight

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My mood went from bad to worse. 

                The dams broke as soon as I arrived at my apartment.  I had skipped school, not that anyone cared.  I knew if I had ever returned to this god awful place I would be more miserable than ever before.

                I kept thinking about how much of a joke this has got to be.  I mean, what are the freaking odds?!  The boy I hate most in the world is destined to be my…lover?  Sick!  It’s just damn sick!

                Ryan’s face just wouldn’t leave my mind.  His midnight black hair looked unbelievably silky and soft, his eyes like green crystals, and that smile—holy hot damn.

                But, then the frown.  The frown he showed me when he recognized me.  How…unbelievable!  I mean, come on!  I can’t shift, I’m an outcast—what’s more to use as negativity?!  I was unfit for…Luna.  Holy shit, I’d be Luna!

                I heard a knock.  “FUCK OFF!”

                “Jesus, Lauren, it’s Trevor!”  He called.

                “I DON’T CARE!”  I countered.  Suddenly, the door opened and he came strutting into my bedroom.

                “Be quite, or the neighbors will complain!”  Trevor hissed.  Then he sat down and rubbed my back.  “I’d ask what was wrong…but I know.”  He sighed.  “Is there anything I can do?”

                “Kill me.”  I said with no emotion.

                “No, I would never—“

                “Just choke me or something!  There are knives in the kitchen!  You have CLAWS and FANGS, so why not just rip out my—“

                Before I could finish my rant, Trevor clamped a hand over my mouth.

                “No more.”  Trevor said coldly.  “Do not be that way with me.  You are stronger than this.”

                I shoved his hand away.  “No I’m not.  I’m a coward.  I’m not worthy of life.”

                “YES, you are.”  He shook my shoulders.  “Just because some eighth grade boys said something to you, you’re going to let it carry on forever in your mind?!”

                “He was my MATE, Trevor.”  I shouted, then whispered, “He was my mate.”

                This time, Trevor had no response, but I did.

                “He’s going to reject me, Trevor, and then that will be it.  Everyone will finally turn against me, and I’ll kill myself!!”  I cried.  Trevor wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled into him.  The sound of his heart beat calmed me.  After a minute, he wiped my tears.

                “What if he does want you?”  He said, slowly.

                I was astonished.  “He—“

                “He was broken hearted when you ran.”  He pointed out.

                “How do you know?”  I sneered.

                “He told me.”  Trevor shrugged.              

“Oh, really?”  I said annoyingly.  “So, what are you now?  Best friends?!  Having a little bromance?!  Are you just here to spy on me?!  What?!  Did he bug the freaking room, too?!”  I tugged free of his grasp and started throwing pillows and swiped everything from my night stand.  My rampage came to a halt when Trevor grabbed both my wrists and shouted my name until I stopped thrashing.

“He didn’t bug your room and we are not bffs!  I only wanted to you to consider it.  I’m not saying he’s a good guy—in fact, he’s an ass wipe—I’m just saying don’t let it kill you.”

“So…if he does want me…I should try dating him?”  I questioned.

“Kind of,” Trevor paused, “Mates are there for a reason, and the bond lasts forever.  It will only grow stronger over time.  The longer you are unwilling, the more self control he loses.  I’m warning you; he might get restless.”

“Like, if I resist him, he will eventually rape me?”  I said, cringing.

“Pretty much.”  Trevor said grimly.  “But the bond is double sided.  You will eventually love him, too.”  He pointed out and I laughed at how ridiculous that sounded.

“Me?  Love that heartless bastard?”  I said, sarcastically, “Sure.”

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”  He put his hands out in defense.

“Hey, Trevor?”

“Yeah?”

I hugged him.  “I’m getting you a free hugs shirt.”

He chuckled, and made me forget everything that had happened.  All I could count on was that I really wouldn’t have to make a decision till tomorrow.

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