The Revenge of the Geek Betrayal.

Chapter six; him, again.

I had suffered through 2 whole hours of pointless sitcom drama as an attempt to get my mind off what I had recently witnessed. Commercials came and went, and yet that iPhone which I had buried (into the back of my jean's pocket) still burned a hole in my skin.

It had been 2 hours, until I couldn't bear it anymore and I had to get answers or else I'd start pulling my own hair out. I swiftly emptied my pocket and with fast fingers, I tapped away at the screen, assembling a short message to Jackson telling him to meet me at a park close to my home. It was small, and secluded but it was famous for it's tall trees which gave visitors privacy.

A quick look in the mirror, and slight change of hair style was all I had time for before I left the house. With andrenline, I ran to the park, my ponytail bouncing along with me. There were no citizens of society roaming the streets, so I felt free to sprint as fast as my legs would take me. Speed was one of the advantages I appreciated as a wolf because I had arrived at the destination within twenty seconds.

Funnily enough, Jackson was there, already waiting with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his back facing me.

"Jackson." I call out sternly, hoping that my mind wasn't playing tricks on me.

The figure quickly turned around, and his eyebrows burrow in confusion after analyzing and interpreting that my father is not the one confronting him.

"Avery? What are you doing here?" He questions, taking a step forward.

I take out the iPhone which I had guarded carefully throughout the evening. I wiggle it from side to side directly in front of him, spelling out a response unworthy of having to be actually said.

"So you sent the message." He said, almost to himself more than me.

I wanted- no I needed to get straight to the point. Just a reasonable, simple answer was all I was looking for. I didn't know if Jackson would give that to me right there and then, but hell, I had to at least try.

"Look, Jackson we need to talk," I said to him, giving him a serious look.

He nodded and his hand offered me to sit down onto a bench. I was glad he understood.

"Yesterday, you told me that I was your mate, and you were mine. I tried pushing that thought to the back of my head because it doesn't make sense. Mates are supposed to have that special connection where they want to be together instantly," I blurted out, not sure whether he was listening contently for his gaze was fixed on the ground.

"So, if we're mates, why can't I feel that connection with you?"

Jackson's eyes didn't break his gaze, he didn't respond either. At that point, I felt as though there was no purpose. Maybe, he still carried that slight grudge with me earlier for stopping our kiss? But how can I trust him? Is he really my mate?

"Jackson?" I call out, frustrated that he's not bothering to conversate with me.

"Don't worry Avery, I'm hearing you loud and clear."

"Well, would you like to explain it to me then?" I ask, with a little hint of plea in my voice.

He took his hands out of his pockets, and intertwined his fingers as his elbows rested on his knees. I thought that he was going to definitely fill me in after his sigh. I waited. And I waited some more.

But it wasn't his voice that filled the silence tension between us, but the buzz of his phone. Without considering how I would feel, he took it out in front of me, even smiling at the message too. I wanted to ask who it was, so that I could personally give that person a crown for picking such a perfect time to text Jackson.

I smack my lips and say, "I guess I picked the wrong time," before setting off to leave this text-message-mesmerized boy in peace.

"Avery, hold on."

A firm grip grasps my wrist and holds me back. The touch did something to me, though. It didn't give me butterflies, but set loose a whole zoo inside of my stomach.

Was it when we argue when Jackson seems to be able to make me feel like a love bound teenage girl?

"Alright. I'm willing to tell you everything."

Score one to Avery. I have never persuaded a guy to give in to something. But boy, does it feel good. I sense a bit of domineerence showering over me, even if it was just half an ounce.

"The reason why you can't feel this instant connection with me," he says, putting air quotes and emphasizing the word 'instant'.

I stared at him, my heart on edge but ready to hear what he wanted to say.

"Is probably because I'm not full werewolf right now." He blurts out the sentence in such a haste that I have to make sure that what I heard wasn't just gibberish.

"Probably?" I ask.

"Definitely."

"Well, what are you then? Half vampire, half wolf? Like Edward Cullen and Jacob Black bound together?" I question him, now very intrigued.

"What the fu-? No, why would you even think of that?"

Oh God, I had really creeped him out. Why did I say that? Now he knows that that I've read Twilight. Maybe if we keep talking, I can explain that it was just a one off thing.

"I don't know, Jackson. You've been pretty much a big mystery to me. First you kiss me, then you avoid me. And now you're telling me that you're not a full werewolf, neither do you have a bit of vampire in you? Are you supposed to be a gremlin?"

It was true, I was stuck in a tunnel of bewilderment and in this case, I think I'll be out of fuel before I reach the light at the end. There's not a Shell nearby, is there?

"Relax, Avery. I'm not going to reproduce every time you add water to me, neither am I going to grow and sharpen my fangs." Jackson reassures me, and whilst that news is rather good to hear, I'm still anxious to know the full story.

JACKSON'S POINT OF VIEW:

This little character sure stores a hell of a lot of possibilities in that imagination of hers. I mean, Twilight? And gremlins? A normal person would've thought a sane thing when being told that their mate is not full wolf. They would've thought that the other part was human. But Avery doesn't belong in that category of normal beings, she's out of the ordinary.

I let out a chuckle and seized her wild thoughts with one explanation. Well, I wanted to just give her the simple and plain fact, but something told me that Avery didn't trick me into this forest just for that.

"When I was six years old, my mother was killed by a rogue who swore vengeance on my fathers pack. Ever since then, I haven't seen much of my father because I've lived with my brother who has brought me up ever since." I began to explain my life story to this mate of mine who displayed the expression of a person who is keeping up, but I was sure that inside, she was burning with questions.

We walk along the pathway, the abandoned pathway, and our strides match each others pace, which is slow.

I continue on.

"So that the rogues don't smell me and my brother in this neighborhood, we have to inject ourselves with a cure which erases our traces of being a werewolf completely. Of course, it is temporary and our senses start to kick in after a few weeks but it has helped a lot. When I take the cure, I am human, when it wears off I am a werewolf once again."

I look at her, and her nod signals to me that she has understood...so far.

"Because I am an alpha, I am stronger than the cure so that is why you would sometimes feel, well sparks when we touch and on other times, you wouldn't." I say, and silence roams the air.

I would imagine screws to be winding slowly in her head, trying to work so that she could grip onto those facts. Nevertheless, I had my answering armor on, because I knew that I was sure to have to fight a battle of questions and trivia soon enough.