If Only It Were A Dream

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 10

"Mariana, I need your uh help"

I look up from my bowl of cereal, milk dripping from the side of my mouth.

I still felt like shit, but it wasn't as bad as yesterday, thank god

"Why do you need my help for exactly" I questioned suspiciously

"Well" Greyson iched the back of his neck. He looked uncomfortable as if he didn't want to get into detail about what he wanted help with.

"If it's about Xander, don't count me in, I don't want anything to do with that narcissist" I answered annoyed

"Please just hear me out Mariana.."

I cut him off, "No, shut up! I don't fucking care, if he wants my help then he's got to come here and ask it himself!" This fucking dude actually thinks Imma be his little puppet and come to his rescue, ya big fucking no!

"Please Mariana, he needs you" he begs

"H-he's in great pain, but he's so fucking stubborn he thinks he can endure it himself, but it's killing him. I can't lose him. Please"

I looked at him, watching as he begs me to go and somehow help his mate

I had a strong urge of wanting to cave in and go help him. But I ignored it.

"No I'm sorry, I can't do this" I told him, getting rid of any emotions that could show I thought otherwise.

Greyson looked down at me discouraged.

"I understand"

I walked away not wanting to hear more. I knew he would try to convince me more and I'd end up breaking, so leaving was the best thing to do at the moment.

Wow aren't I good at avoiding my problems

I hadn't seen Luka all day, so I was guessing the boy was with Xander.

Everywhere I turned Greyson would be there waiting for me. It honestly became so hard to avoid him, but I'm a hunter so I got some skills.

Supper finally came, I hurried to get my plate, and quickly made my way back to my room trying to avoid Greyson.

Can't they understand that it's Xander's problem, and only Xander's. He's the one that decided to be a bitch to me. So if he's got to be in pain to learn his lesson, then so be it.

It was 10pm, and I was exhausted. I went to bed in hopes I'll recuperate all the energy these supposedly mates drained from me.

...

I was once again woken up by my door squeaking open.

I now knew that the only person who would willingly come into my room was Luka

"What the fuck am I doing" I heard a deep voice grumble

My eyes shot open, but my body stayed still.

Ain't no way he's in my room right now

Ain't no god damn motha fricken way is that egocentrical narcissist is in my fucking room

His foot step got closer to the foot of my bed, but then froze, not getting any closer.

His hard breathing now seeming to slow down a bit

"I know your awake" he said in a fake hard tone

I went into a seating position

"Why are you here" I asked blankly hiding my shock and anger