Sorry but watt pad deleted this chapter so I had to re-write it so...
I want to dedicate this chapter to: MissyLarsen For voting my every chapter!
Nash's POV
Ug! I can't believe he just pulled that trick! She's been through enough!
My thoughts were interrupted by my mate, looking around frantically.
"What are you looking for?"
She ignores my question and finds her phone, a text message blinking on the screen.
She gasps and hits my arm, trying to get my attention.
"What?"I ask.
She grabs my hand and I pull away, expecting to get pain from her touch. Nothing happens and a light bulb goes on in my head.
I turn into the gas station and stop the truck.
Turning to face Sheylyn I start to talk, "We-we can touch! O my gods! We can cuddle, we can kiss, we can-"
Her lips stop my rant and I respond immediately.
It's full of passion, love, and a bit of lust.
Our make out session was interrupted by a throat being cleared. "Umm...do you want it full or..."
"Full and make it quick"I tell the lady and Sheylyn gives me a look.
"Please" I add and Sheylyn smiles and gives me a peck on the lips.
I pull her back into the kiss to deepen it, but as soon as we were getting into it, the chick interrupted us yet again.
"See you later!" She a screeches and pats my trucks hood.
I glare at her, how dare she touch my truck, this is my baby.
Sheylyn growls and I realize she must have read my mind from the link.
"You are my first baby, and my truck is my second. And until we have little us's then that's not gonna change" I assured her.
She kissed me and we drove off, to the pack house.
Sheylyn was staring out into the trees while I drove and she doesn't do that often, unless she's thinking.
She had a sad look on her face the whole time, even let out a few sighs once in a while.
I shrugged it off and kept driving.
When we arrived I quickly got her door open for her.
She nodded her head telling me a silent thanks. She didn't let me see her eyes.
When we started walking she kept her head down, never meeting eye contact with anyone.
I wonder what's wrong.
Sheylyn's POV
I was happy, I could touch Nash and soon I could talk.
But how did you get there in the first place? My inner voice asks.
She's been there a while now. Ever since J looked into my memories.
She keeps telling me things. Nasty things.
Your not good enough for Nash. Never good enough for anyone. Never!
I looked out the window, deep in thought. What if she's right? Why would mom put me and Nash together? It doesn't make sense- a popular viner and the fat, lonely nobody.
It reminded me of a poem I once wrote not too long ago:
A soft rose,
never defined itself.
Should I be,
as soft as it felt?
For the beauty,
lies within.
Should I be,
as hard as tin?
A rose is soft,
but prickly for a guard.
Should I be,
soft or hard?
A rose has beauty,
and never has to hide.
Should I be,
a beauty, or hide inside?
A rose has nothing,
to hide from.
Should I be,
like all of its sums?
Or should I hide,
what my heart lies inside?
And now I wonder, why should I listen to this voice, the one telling me nasty things?
Because I'm right!
Nash got out of the truck and I snapped out of my trance, but that one line still haunted my memory.
Never good enough for Nash; for anyone.
I kept my eyes on the ground, my anxiety getting to me.
What if she's right and he finally sees that I'm not worthy for him? Will he leave me? Oh gods he's gonna leave me!
I started to breathe shallow but it didn't work. Oh gods he's gonna leave me!
Next thing I know, my world goes pitch black.
Sorry it's sort! That is my poem that I made up so please don't steal!
Meow for now!
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Hombres LoboI'm not like the other girls. I used to be just a girl who just worried about friends and school. But now all I do is read about fantasy and romance. I want to be able to rely on someone who will love me and care for me. I want to be in love and I w...
