I need to know should I fight for love
Or disarm
It's getting harder to shield
This pain in my heart.
That Should Be Me - Justin Bieber
The night was lively with the sound of the crickets chirping. The air was chilly against our skin. The moon reflected brightly off her thick golden hair as the gentle breeze blew a couple of strands out of her face. Her green eyes shining beneath the moon's light. A bright smile lit up her face as she looked up at him. He had no clue just how lucky he was. No, he was too busy looking up at the starry night that couldn't even compare to the dazzling smile of the girl beside him. He had no clue how much I wished she'd look at me that way. I noticed the goosebumps forming on her arms as she shivered from the cold. I took off my black leather jacket.
"If you're cold, you should say something," I replied dropping the jacket over her head. "Instead of standing there shivering like an idiot." She pulled the jacket off her head. She turned her eyes away from him for a moment and glared at me frowning. The pressure of her gaze made me look away from her toward the woods as the want to kiss her only grew.
"At least act like a gentleman around a girl, would you?" She complained. I turned to look at her smirking.
"Sure, just let me know when there's one around," I retorted. Her green eyes now focused on me as her eyebrows knit together with anger. The left side of her mouth was doing that small twitch it did when she was mad. It was really cute.
"Do you have a death wish right now?!" She shouted stepping toward me.
"Guys, come on," Mikey complained from behind her, "it's such a nice night. Let's not ruin it by fighting." The sound of his voice immediately stole her attention from me. She turned around and walked toward him. She wrapped her arms around his pulling him close to her. She rested her chin against his shoulder. How I wished to be the one in her arms? How I wish she'd grant me her attention without me having to piss her off for it? Why couldn't she see me in that way?
"I'm not ruining anything, Miguel," she frowned looking at him, "it's his fault. He's the one always starting it. I told you not to bring the third wheel." Mikey turned his gaze off the sky and looked down at her. I hated how close their faces were from each other. I hated how affectionately she looked at him. Why couldn't it be me?
"What do you mean?" Mikey replied, "it's always been the three of us."
"I recall a couple blissful years with a certain someone not around," She replied before throwing a glare at me.
"You're just jealous because I'm his number one," I retorted sticking my tongue out at her.
"That's not true!" She argued.
"Hello?" I said, "haven't you heard of 'bros before hoes'?" The look on her face made it clear that I did it this time.
"Peter, that-" Mikey started.
"You are so dead, Stryker!" She shouted interrupting him as she started coming for me. I smiled as she came swinging at me. I dodged every one of her hits. "You bastard! Just let me at you!"
"Okay, come at me then," I replied standing still. She stared at me standing in place unsure for a moment. After finding her resolve, she stepped up toward me swinging her fist. I caught her wrist and pulled her forward into my chest. She didn't expect it causing her to lose her balance and crash right into me. I wrapped my arms around her small body closing my eyes enjoying having her in my arms so close to me. Sadly, it was short considering that she recovered pretty fast and began fighting my grip. I smirked down at her as she glared at me trying to pull away from my chest.
"Will you let go of me?!" She complained.
"What's a matter, sweetheart?" I smiled, "can't break out on your own?"
"Don't call me that!" She said annoyed, "Miguel! Help me! Get him off me!"
"Peter, just let her go already," Mikey replied, "we got to start heading home anyway or your mom's going to be on our case again."
"Whatever," I replied releasing her. As soon as she was free, she got me by surprise punching me in the gut. I bent down clutching my stomach that was now in pain.
"Jerk!" She grumbled walking away from me and back toward Mikey.
"Was that really necessary?" I grunted. She laughed.
"Nope, but I did enjoy it," she replied.
"Honestly, guys, it's been ten years," Mikey sighed, "when will you guys finally get along?"
"Be happy we haven't killed each other in these ten years," I heard her reply. The physical pain subsided, but the emotional pain didn't take long to follow as I watched her wrap her arms around him and push up on her tippy toes and kiss him on the cheek.
"Xime..." Michael replied pulling away from her. "We've already talked about this."
"No, you talked about it," she replied. "But I know in my heart, we're mates. I can't imagine loving anyone more than you." I walked toward the truck not acknowledging their conversation getting into the driver's seat. I unintentionally slammed the door a little too hard that the window cracked. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I tried to contain the hurt and anger. She had no clue and I didn't have the heart to tell her. I didn't want to be the one to tell her...that...
Her mate was actually the one person she hated the most.
