Two Moons

Chapter Four

May

The bathroom is an amazing hiding spot. If the door is closed, no one will bother you. Well, at least most people. That is not including Jared Loff.

"May, I know you're in there! Open the door!" Yeah, right. I'll totally show you my bloodshot eyes, mascara lines, and the lips you had kissed literally three hours ago. Then I will see your face, and the lips that you had kissed with Maya Walters literally ten minutes ago. Sure, why not. This is the reason I did not want a mate. Heartbreak.

"May, I will break down this door!" He yells, jiggling the door handle. He pounds on the door, until silence overcomes my ears.

"I need to know that you're in there. I need to know you're safe," he says, quietly this time, and through the crack of the door.

"I'm here," I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear me, and quiet enough for him not to hear the choked sob in my voice.

"May, I'm sorry, that wasn't my fau-"

"Get out of my house," I say, bluntly. "Get out."

"May, please. I swear it wasn't my fault, it was hers-"

"The hell it was! Just get out of my house!" I scream, not bothering to bite back my sobs. "Get out, get out, get out!"

And so, he left.

The next day

I awake to the sound of my phone, vibrating in my hand.

"Hello?" I ask, my voice croaking from lack of water. And crying.

"Whoa, hello there. I'm calling to remind you of the date today. It's in thirty minutes."

"Oh shoot." I forgot. And it's 2:30pm.

"Yeah. Did you forget?" Lena asks.

"Yeah," I reply.

"Did you just wake up?"

"Maybe."

"That's a record. Two thirty in the afternoon for sleeping in. Nice," Lena congratulates me.

"Okay, bye, gotta get ready."

"Okay. Bye," I hang up, and get ready. Here it goes, long day ready to go.

Putting the final touches on my eyeliner, I grab my mascara. Finishing up my now longer eyelashes, I take out my curled hair. Slipping on a pair of leggings, a white sweater, and maroon boot heels, I grab my purse and keys as I go out the door. I'll make it by 2:55pm, because it only takes ten minutes to get there.

Walking out of my house, I feel the cool, late winter breeze hit my face. There are many people cleaning up from last night's festivities. Until I see him. Feeling a pang of pain, I stand up taller. It's okay. Breathe in, and out. Breathe in. And stop breathing, and have a mini heart attack called I-just-felt-Jared-ohmygosh-freak-out-I-felt-sparks. I choose to ignore him, walking past him. Adding a bit of sway in my hips, I open the door to my car, and start driving away.

3:00pm

I stand, waiting for this man. It's clear he isn't here, or I would have smelled him. Finally catching a scent, I whip my head to where it's coming from. The man is about 6"4, probably taller, with light brown hair. He has a really nice tan, he's toned, and really hot. He has hazel eyes. Those eyes. Whoa. They're so mysterious, like I want to know more about him. But he looks... annoyed. He's wearing dark washed jeans and a white v-neck. Simple, but somehow looks amazingly sexy. He meets my eyes, then his eyes turn from annoyance, to lust. They seem to hold a fire so intense I almost forget to breathe. He's hot. Like, really hot. I shouldn't be feeling this, but I can't help it. He makes his way towards me, his footsteps rushing. He gazes up and down my body. I silently curse myself for not wearing jeans, and wearing leggings. And heels. Dang it.

"I-uh... I was supp-," I start, my words faltering. He grabs my hand, and brings me into a nearby shop that looks closed, and pushes me into the wall, starting to kiss me. Kiss me. He's kissing me. I start to kiss him back as an immediate response, but then come to my senses.

"Mine," he growls against my lips. I gasp, and he snakes his tongue into my mouth. I try to push him off, but it turns him on even more, as he pushes my shirt up. I squirm against him, trying to push him off, but he's too strong, and I have Beta blood in me.

"Get off of her!" A familiar voice yells.

And all hell breaks loose.

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