The Bite

Chapter 17: I Couldn't Do It

Tuesday [1:51 pm]

   I walked along side Harley to our next class. We strolled in silence, she was staring down at her phone while I got lost in my mind for the umpteenth time today. "Your thoughts are incredibly loud, you know that right?" she sighed in annoyance.

   "You can read minds too?" I asked, "No dumbass. I just meant..—never mind." She sighed before looking back down at her phone.

   I just shrugged her off and looked straight ahead. "Hey cam." Lizzy's voice broke me from my train of thought. "Hmm. Oh hey Liz." I smiled shortly, dozing back off as I fumbled with my fingers. "You ok?" She asked, her smile slightly faltering.

   "Yeah, just haven't been feeling well the last couple of days." I said. That was putting it lightly. It felt like every part of my body was being torn apart into tiny pieces, reassembled, just to be ripped apart all over again.

"Oh no. I hope you feel better." She tried cheering me up, rubbing her hand up and down my arm.

   My body moved on its own, accidentally side stepping into Harley. "Really dude! Watch it." She grunted, shoving me in the back. I halted at the girl before turning back to Lizzy. "I'll see you later." I said before speeding off, leaving the two girls behind.

   The next day started off ok, well ok as it could get. I was still in immense pain, so much so that I winced with every step. Harley at some point had gotten tired of my small pain filled grunts and had asked what was wrong. I shrugged her off and told her to leave it. And she did. I wasn't really surprised, I didn't owe her anything and vise versa. We weren't friends or anything so it was only natural her reaction being 'I couldn't give a shit'.

   Though in each and every class, Iris was missing. In fact she didn't show up until Friday, having missed two full days of school. I wouldn't have been surprised if she was sick.

   The thought alone angered me, it pissed me off to no end. Especially knowing that I was the cause of it. I was hurting her and all I cared about was how I felt. I may not have gotten along well with the girl but I never wanted to hurt her, not intentionally.

Friday [7:51 pm]

It was safe to say I was sick to my stomach. I missed her, I missed her voice, her laugh..her touch. I missed it all.

   I wanted— no, I needed her here with me. Even if she doesn't speak to me, just being in the same room as her is enough to soothe the throbbing pain in my chest. 'I fucking told you, dumbass.' I hear Meo curse, hit tone suggesting he was pissed.

   'If you had just listened to me.' He said.

   'Yeah I know. I get it.'

   'No, you really don't. Do you realize how selfish you're being!' He exclaimed. 'That girl is here, falling apart because her mate is rejecting her!'

   'So answer this, was it worth it Cameron?' He asked. 'You don't understand!' I cried, leaning back into my desk chair. 'Then enlighten me. Tell me why you're hurting her and yourself.'