Revenge

Chapter 6

Waking up Monday morning was one of the hardest things I've done in a long time. I rolled out of bed and put on my workout clothes. I took off running my ten miles and it was a good stress reliever. Ever since Zach's visit my wolf wouldn't talk to me. She's been buried down inside me and I couldn't get her out for the life of me. She thinks that I'm the one treating Zach badly. I have to remind her that I'm not the one that rejected him.

Today I decided to wear a black tank top that had a swooping neck line and thick straps. I was wearing a blue jean jacket with spikes on the shoulders over it. I was also wearing medium colored blue jeans with my combat boots. I wasn't looking to impress; it's not like I want gain everyone's attention. I was just tired of wearing my normal jeans and ugly t-shirt. I rather liked dressing up just a bit.

"I feel like I barely even talk to you guys anymore," I said at lunch that day.

"Well you do barely talk to us. It hasn't exactly been the same since you left," Marcus said.

"Oh Marky! Don't worry, it'll always been the same," I cooed and ruffled his hair. He slapped my hand away and grumbled. Kara laughed and glanced across the room. She stopped laughed and her eyes widened. I was just about to look but she grabbed my arm, gaining my attention.

"So anyways, maybe we should hangout," Kara rushed out as fast as she could. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"That wasn't suspiscious at all," I said sarcastically. I went to turn around but Kara grabbed me again. Her eyes were practically pleading with me to not turn around. I shook her off and my eyes zeroed in on on him from across the room. My eyes would always be able to find Zach if we were in a room together. In this case though, I wish they wouldn't. Zach had a raven haired girl pressed against the wall while he attacked her lips. My stomach churned and my blood boiled. Why the hell is her sucking her face off when he practically told me he wanted to be together the other day? I definitely made the right choice in accepting his rejection. 

"I hate this school," I said as I shoved my chair back and left the lunchroom. There's only so much I can take before I will break down. Although if I do break down, it won't be from him. I am too strong for that. I will not let him control my life. I decided that I would go ahead and get my books from my locker since I couldn't go back to the lunchroom. I reached my locker and leaned against it. Having a mate is so draining.  

"Dammit!" I yelled and slammed my hand against the locker beside me.  

"That's not nice," a deep rumbling voice sounded from behind me. I didn't turn around because I knew it was him. 

"What do you want, Zach?"  

"I think I enjoy seeing you like this." I whirled around and gave him my hardest stare I could muster. 

"Why can't you just leave me the hell alone?! Can you not get the fact that I don't want to see you? If I left, then why did you follow? Can I not have my own space for five minutes?"  

"You just looked pissed off when you left and I came to see if you were okay since no of your friends seemed to mind."  

"Do you want to know why I was pissed? Maybe it had to do with the fact that you were sucking some girls face!" 

"It sounds like someone's a little jealous," he said in a teasing tone. Jealous?! I'm his freaking mate!  

"Why don't you get that I don't want you!"  

"Do you think that I want you? I've never wanted you and I still don't. You mean nothing to me except a member in my pack." 

"Then why did you come to my house and kiss me?"