Son of Alpha Loves the Music (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter TWENTY-TWO

Chapter TWENTY-TWO

Blair

I had avoided Austin for two days, not speaking a word to him in any classes I had with him, and it felt like Hell - but it was what I needed.

I just needed a break, from the pre-drama I seemed to be already involved with after 3 days of my arrival.

And it all mainly involved two people.

Austin; and Nikki.

Nikki had become more hostile, thinking that something was going on between Austin and me, when it was the complete opposite.

I walked down the deserted hall way, with Tristan beside me, while he ate the delicious double-chocolate brownies we made in Home Ec. His phone sounded suddenly, causing us both to stop as he brushed the crumbs off his hands and looked at it; a short look of confusion swept over his face, before morphing into understanding, and he quickly replied.

“Uh, I forgot something back at class, I’ll just go back and get it... you go on...” he told me vaguely, before bustling back down the way we came.

I sighed, before walking on the original way we were headed, basking in the silence of the empty halls. Everyone had gone to their free period class, which is where I was going, or gone back to their rooms to study.

I kept my head down as I ambled slowly towards the elevator that I would take to get to my music room on the fourth floor – I didn’t use the stairs anymore, because I’m lazy – when I heard his voice call from behind me, “Blair!”

His voice sounded exhausted, and even though his voice sent chills racing through my body, I walked quicker, in hopes of avoiding him.

Hopes denied.

He gently knocked me into the plaster wall, when I was mare metres from the elevator.

“I need to talk to you...” he whispered to me, holding me in place pinned between the wall and his glorious body; he was so close, that there was no chance of my ducking around him and making a run for it.

I took a deep breath, breathing in his delicious - cinnamon? - smell, before saying, “Well, I don’t want to talk to you.” I turned my head away from his penetrating gaze, because I couldn’t be drawn back to his blue eyes – I don't know what I would say, or what I would do, but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from doing it.

His hand caressed my cheek, and turned my head to face him straight on once again – his eyes sought mine immediately, before leaning his forehead against my own.

“Why are you ignoring me?” he asked pleadingly, sounding almost hurt. His eyes portrayed his voice, giving nothing other than sadness and an aching pain away.

My face softened, before it hardened at remembrance of his words two days ago.

“How is Nikki? At the end of the day, did she get what she always wants from you?” I asked harshly, my voice cold and pained.

A look of understanding crossed his face, and he gazed at me with regret in his electric, dazzling blue eyes.

“Blair, I didn’t do anything with her, I swear...” he promise, and I almost believed him.

“Yes Austin, you did. I was right there when you said it, because you obviously forgot” I scoffed, shaking him off me.

His eyes pleaded his innocence, but I couldn’t let myself believe him. Belief would morph to trust. And trusting Austin would only put me in further pain.

I stared back at him defiantly, not willing to push my pride aside and back down, but I couldn’t help the soft tears from rimming my eyelid.

I knew I had absolutely no reason to cry over what he did.

His shaking fingers were cautiously placed on against my cheekbones, and he brought his lips down to mine, for not even 2 seconds, before he pulled back, still holding my face in his palms.

“Be my girlfriend” he breathed, but not as a question. I stared at him in shock, as I heard the words I had been waiting since the first time I met him, leave his lips. I couldn’t think clearly, and I tried to wrap my mind around the simple statement, but I somehow just didn’t find it believe able.

But what surprised me even further was what I did.

I shook my head in his hands from side to side, “No.”

Austin

When the words left my mouth, I felt the heavy weight that had been weighing down on my shoulders being lifted.

Now all I had to do was wait for the ‘yes’. I knew she would say yes, because I knew she felt something – we were mates, and even if she wasn't a werewolf, she would still feel the lust and... and the love.

Her head lay in my hands, and she thought about my proposal.

Suddenly, her head shifted in my hands, side to side, and said whispered, “No.”

Rejection flooded over me, and my blood ran cold instantly.

She... she said n-...no...

My heart throbbed painfully, and my hands clung to her face still, “Blair, please....” I begged, my voice cracking as I did.

I felt like a pathetic wimp, crying over a girl, but I allowed there to be an exception, because I loved her more than anything in the world.

She brought her hands to mine, and pulled them away from her face.

She murmured “Austin...” before shaking her head once again. I felt like screaming at her to accept me as her mate; to be my girlfriend; and to love me. But I couldn’t – no matter how badly I wanted to.

I closed my eyes before sweeping my lips over hers once more, and twined my fingers between hers.

I opened my blue eyes to find her blooming green eyes, finding hurt and deliberation, before she continued to say,

“I don’t do open relationships”

Then she dropped my hands, and walked over towards the elevator, before getting in it and immediately pushing the button to close the door. I never took my eyes from the spot she had previously been, so I was now looking down at the wall she had been leaning against.

I still couldn’t reel my mind around it, until I finally felt the anger and frustration of my mate’s denial.

She was MINE! So she technically had no say when it came down to her being with me or not.

The irritation seeped through my muscles, and my arm ‘spasmed’, shooting my clenched fist into the wall – I broke through the plaster easily; I withdrew my fist from the wall, leaving a semi-large gaping hole in its place.

My fingers roughly dragged through my short spiked hair, and my teeth clenched.

I ran up the steps located beside the elevator, jumping every third step, until I finally hit the floor my room was located on, which just so happened to be the seventh. I sprinted to my dorm room, and unlocked it quickly, throwing open the door behind me.

And the first thing that I touched, I tossed to the other side of the room aggressively. It just so happened to be the sofa. I went through most of the dorm, knocking things over angrily; when I finally ended my rampage, I went to my bedroom, and lay down on my bed, exhausted, angry... and heartbroken.

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