The Revenge of the Geek Betrayal.

Chapter seven; his background.

The sun was hiding timidly behind a large cluster of cloud, it's glow radiating off from the edges. The park was shadowed, the trees didn't allow much sunlight in hence giving Jackson a pale look, which contrasted well with his weirdly bright eyes.

I was situated at a seat on a bench, trying to collect my thoughts and wrap it up in a ribbon. It was clear what had happened to him, I knew that much so far. But I still had some unresolved questions nagging at me.

Jackson was my mate; I was destined to be with him. But before we dived deep into that ocean of subject, I needed more information, and this was the perfect time.

"So, when did you move here then?" I asked.

He was a new student at my high school, seeming to fit in well with the crowd. It didn't appear to be such a problem for Jackson. Whilst this was a fine issue, people moved all the time, but due to what he had recently told me, I'm sure there's more to it.

"The rogues hadn't been killed yet, there's still the leader. His name is Damian. And my brother was warned that he was moving in closer, much closer than we had hoped."

This was so interesting. I felt as though I was in the position of an interviewer, able to ask all kinds of personal questions and he would answer.

I nodded, signaling that he should proceed on.

"You see, I used to live in Florida. That was where I was brought with a perfect family. It was my home. But the rogues found us there, threatened our pack." He continued, his black pupils taking power over the more fluorescent hints in his eyes.

Whilst feeling very eager to ask questions, maybe even note them down, I knew I was touching upon a sensitive matter. It's not everyday that you have to move across the country because some people are putting your family's life at a serious threat.

I wasn't sure why, but Jackson seemed to trust me. It was like we had known each other for years, like I was actually a friend who he always confided to. Maybe it was because we were mates. I didn't find being mates special, with Jackson, but at that moment of time, I was glad we were.

"We had to move to Minnesota then. It was all fine, I liked it there. My father was still with me, and my brother too." He managed a smile, and I knew that very slight of emotion held a secret euphoric happiness to it. Even if it was just the smallest amount, it was of a large value.

"I was getting good grades, I was the cheesy nerd at the front of the classroom, eager to learn and soak up as much education as I could. I was happy."

It made my wolf let out a suppressed chuckle just imagining Jackson in glasses, a sweater over a flannel shirt and trousers which split his manhood in two.

I silenced her, because I didn't want her making fun of my Jackson.

Before I was going to turn the color of my nails, a crimson red, for calling Jackson mine, he interrupted. It was good too, it didn't leave my wolf and I in silence for her to tease me.

"It was the third year of starting school that I had we got the news, my father and I." Jackson announced, his eyes darkening to the point where I couldn't figure out where his pupil was situated.

Slowly, yet effectively, everything caught this spark of intensity.

Cue the suspension music.

"When we were in Minnesota, Damian and a few members of his pack moved to Wisconsin, whilst a few others surrounded us in South Dakota and Iowa." He asserted, summarizing each flashback in a sentence for me.

I couldnt help avoiding the way Jackson spat out the name Damian as though he was something that Jackson had to pull off from the back of his brand new shoes.

To be frank, I imagined this guy to wear suits on a daily basis, with an Al Capone hat on his gelled back sleek set of midnight colored hair. If Jackson shows me a picture of him, and he doesn't resemble a 1900's gangster, I'm going to be sorely disappointed.

"So you had to move to California to get away from them?" I asked quite a rhetorical question, because of course he had to, otherwise Jackson and his family would be in coffins right now.

"My father forced me and my brother. He sent out his pack, along with two others to help fight them off so that we could at least escape."

"When did you move?" I questioned, although answering it in my own head.

Jackson became a new student a couple of weeks back, so with my amazing mathematics skills, I'm deciding that he moved a few weeks ago.

I couldn't be more wrong.

"Four years ago."

Time went by, but the scenery remanded still. The cool breeze didn't nudge the branches on the trees, but the strands of my hair. Nature secured Jackson and I with it's roof, guarding us away from the outside world, but still giving a scene of being connected. I felt alive, but like I could live forever.

It felt like I had spent eternity with Jackson anyway.

As the imaginary clock in my head striked another hour, Jackson managed to fit in his whole life in that time. He went on further describing in minor details whenever I asked about the different schools he moved to in California, not forgetting to tell me what he though of my school.

In just an hour, sixty minutes, three thousand and six hundred seconds, I knew enough about his brother, father and mother to be able to write an essay about each one individually. I also kept notes about his childhood and his love for his mother in some file cupboards in my head.

Jackson also moved swiftly in the topic of love too. He mentioned that he had a few human girlfriends here in California, and he had fallen in love once, or so he thought he did. And whilst I was listening intently, my body felt colder than it had before.