Secrecy (Wyatt Lykensen x reader)

Chapter Fourteen: My New Therapist

        I walked away from Zed, Eliza and Bonzo. I was slightly annoyed with him... first of all, he's trying to push towards the wrong crowd and he's not listening to me. And second, why do people, including him, keep insisting on me having a crush on Wyatt? It made me mad. But what made things worse, is that it might be true. I didn't know what I felt, that was where part of the anger came from: confusion. I could be wanting to pound his face into the ground, but then the next minute be thinking about how sweet he's been in our few conversations. 

        But I don't want to like him. I worry that becoming close to him, will inevitably draw me closer to the rest of his pack. Sooner or later they'd find out my heritage, and who knows what they would do with that information. And on another note, I have to remind myself that he, and his pack, want something with Addison. That something I told myself was an excuse to get closer. To find out what. But sometimes I feel like it's because of-

        I stumbled to the ground, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

        "You okay? You bumped into me" I looked up to see none other than Wyatt. He held his hand out to me, another one of his stupid smirks on his face.

        "Uh- yeah," I mumbled. Not quite in the mood to talk- after my annoyance with Zed. He seemed to pick up on this rather quickly.

        "You sure? You seem.. off. Not quite as snappy as usual."

        "Yep..I'm great. Just dandy," I gave him a wide smile, fake and overly dramatic.

        "Well-"

        "No. I'm not fine.." I interrupted. He raised a brow.

        "Oh what's-"

        "It's Zed!" I blurted out, interrupting him again. I wasn't wanting to necessarily tell him, but he was there. I couldn't stop the rest from flowing out, "he's going to lose the election! It doesn't seem like a big deal, but to me it is. Zombies have constantly been thought low of for no reason- they're not even dangerous anymore. They're just people with green hair at this point. They're treated like garbage! Only now have they been treated 'okay', but after you werewolves came they're been thrown away again! And Zed finally has a chance to maybe change that, and he's throwing it away recklessly because he wants to 'fit in' and basically be human."

        He seemed to hesitate, not expecting me to haul that into him. "I understand your frustration. If it makes you feel any better, he wasn't going to win anyways." 

        I gave him a blank stare.  "You are the greatest comforter ever, remind me to leave my therapist for you," I exclaimed sarcastically.

        "What? Its true. And you have a therapist?" 

        "Well, no, but I was just- nevermind."

        "I mean, I do understand I wasn't lying. You're a good person for wanting change. We all want change, but it's scary. People aren't ready for that, especially when it comes to things, like zombies, who are historically a danger," he pointed out,

        "You're right, but I just wish humans would see the potential," I said. He narrowed his eyes.

         "Yeah.. anyways, I'm about to meet up with pack. Wanna come? You've got nothing better to do, I'm gathering," he suggested. I pondered for a moment. He was right, I had nothing better to do. And Addison was about to run cheer, so couldn't hang out with her.

         "Actually, sure. That sounds nice." He smiled at me, a genuine smile.

        "Great."

        We walked in silence for a bit before I said, 

        "Look, what I said- I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

        "No- it's fine. I said I understand. And I don't mind talking to you, it's nice getting closer from something like that."

A/N: AAH! It's been...ahem...a little while. I appreciate all of you and your patience with me haha.... Thanks for 1k reads! Love you all! Expect very slow updates...