Time Will Tell

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P.O.V: Levi

I didn't show up the next day. I phoned in saying I was sick, I couldn't go. The school gave me shit, seeing as it was only the second day, but I still managed to get the day off. They asked because if the short notice if I could find someone to go in for me, so I sent my sister Violet in without thinking. My wolf felt rejected, and I spent the whole day moping around the pack house. Max was the only one who knew what was going on. He hadn't found his mate yet, so he didn't quite know what I was going through but he didn't bother me for answers either.

It was a little after 8, and I was sitting in the kitchen, at the island, when Max came up and sat beside me.

"If you need anyone to talk to, you know you have me, right?"

I looked at him and smiled. "Of course I do."

"Good." He smiled.

"Well I'm going to bed, have to go to work tomorrow." I sighed.

"In case I don't see you in the morning, good luck dude."

"Thanks. I have a feeling I will need it."

Haven's P.O.V

I left after the incident. I wasn't sure of I could focus on anything. I went home and went to bed. Well I tried, but my thoughts were swarmed by him. But eventually I dozed off.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to school or not. I went anyways, because it was my second day there and I don't think It would look good if I missed half of my first day and the second.

I got the bus to school, and went to my locker.

"GOOD MORNING STAR SHINE, THE EARTH SAYS HELLOOO!" I jumped as someone yelled in my ear, and I turned around to find Isaac grinning behind me.

"You're crazy."

"I know." He said smiling innocently.

"So. Where did you disappear too yesterday?" he asked. 

"Went home. Got a bit stressed." he nodded and we started walking to history. I was unsure if I should tell him about what happened yesterday. Shit, I haven't even told Chelsea yet.

I sighed, feeling frustrated. Isaac gave me a funny look and smirked to himself. 

I stopped and looked at him.

"What was that?" I asked suspiciously. 

"What was what?" he said, faking his innocence.

"That look."

"Oh nothing..."

"Didn't look like nothing." 

"Fine. I know that look. Boy problems. Or girls. Not sure which way you swing."

To tell him or not to...

"You're right about the problem. And yes, it's a boy problem."

"Do you have a problem with gays?" he asked curiously.

"Oh god no!" he just nodded and looked away. Hmm.

The bell rang, distracting me from my thoughts.

My and Isaac made our way to history, and I watched out for him. And by him I mean my math teacher whose name I would rather forget about.

We made it there without a problem. Well, an occasional glare here and there from both guys and girls.

We walked in and sat down, and my nerves were growing worse as second period approached. I knew Isaac could feel my discomfort and kept bothering me to tell him who/what was causing it, but I refused to say anything.