One Month to Find Your Way (BoyXBoy) ON HOLD

Chapter 3

**James' POV**

I blink my eyes open in the harsh light. My lips felt dry and cracked as I ran my tongue over them. My body ached all over too. Where am I? In a panic, I try to sit up, but am forced back by a blinding pain in my abdomen.

"Ughhh." I groan, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to force away the pain.

"Honey! He's awake!" I heard my mom scream from the kitchen. Suddenly, I was surrounded by people. Their scents were mingling and irritating my nose. I knew they were in the pack, but I didn't know their names. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"James? Are you okay?" my mom's frantic voice called out to me. I gave a weak nod in response, I couldn't seem to get my vocal chords to work. I felt the tension and worry ease a bit in the crowd.

"Okay, everyone out now! I need to talk with my son!" my father's voice said loudly, and a few moments later all was quiet except for our steady breathing. Eventually I opened my eyes again. My parents were peering down on me, worry etched into their facial features. I struggled a bit as I pulled myself into a sitting position. I leaned back against the couch I was on, trying to calm my nerves. They were all jittery.

"Wh.. what.. h.. h... happened?" I managed to stutter out. My parents gave me sad smiles.

"Sweetie, what do you remember?" My mom asks quietly. I shake my head.

"N..not much. I r..remember running. Then passing out." I say, my eyes growing wider at everything that happened before that. My death sentence. I mean, my disease. And... finding my mate. I look up to see my parents exchanging worried looks.

"Is that all?" my mother said, a hint of sadness in her voice. I gulp, and give a slight nod.

"What happened afterwards?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. By the way they were acting, it was like finding out about my disease all over again.. Except maybe less sadness.

"James, you've been unconcious for a week." My father says, after several moments of silence from my mother. I feel my eyes widen, and my mouth gape open.

"A WEEK?" you could hear my surprise and my shock. They nodded. I shot up to my feet to find my phone. I needed to talk to Emily. She is probably really worried. Almost immedietly, my knees gave out and I crumbled to the carpeted floor. My parents helped me back up to the couch, and I gestured to the room.

"Phone." I say simply, and my father nodded and went upstairs to get my phone. When he comes back, I snatch my phone out of his hands and scroll through my texts. Great. 47 new messages from Emily. I quickly scan them.

Hey, where the f*ck are you?? - Emily

Jamiee answer your god damn phone!! - Emily

James Bryan Maxwell you pick up right now!!! - Emily

If you don't answer now, I will chop off your balls and hang them on the school's flag pole. Love you! -Emily

Every single one of them was either her wondering where I was, or threats. I rolled my eyes. Yup. That was my crazy BFF in a nutshell. Didn't she have any other friends to bother?? Oh wait, of course she didn't. SHE'S F*CKING INSANE. God, she was such a drama queen. I had only disappeared from Earth for a week, nothing to fuss over, right? As I scanned the rest of the texts, an unknown number caught my eye.

Hey James, are you ok?

That was all the text said. I decided to text whoever this was back, how would they get my number?

Who are you? And how did you get my #?- James

I waited a few moments, before my phone vibrated, signaling me that I had a text.