Fighting For Samson (Boyxboy)

Chapter Six

Bailee Madison as Avery O'Conner:)

Brandon's P. O. V.

Friends. That was my only solution. It was the only thing I could come up with. Friends. Can't be so hard, right? I mean, I will have him close to me, but we wouldn't be close.

I can be friends with Sam. At first, I wanted to ignore him, ignore the mate bond all together. I wanted to reject him, but after constant fights with myself, realizing that my wolf would not be whole if I were to do that, I thought the least I can do is be his friend.

It's better... for both our sakes.

But fuck! Why does he have to smell so damn good? Just bumping into him earlier, I just wanted to mark him right there and then. I have to admit, he looked absolutely adorable. For a guy, he is freaking beautiful. Knowing what it felt like to be in contact with that boy, gosh I almost lost it!

Seeing him here in the hospital, my heart literally dropped thinking there was something wrong with him, he is human after all. After that, I knew this just being friends thing was going to be hard. He was so cute the way he was stuttering and babbling. He even pointed out that fact that fate was trying to bring us together, even though he didn't mean to. Watching him fidget nervously as he talked to me made me completely joyful, only because I know that I am the reason he is getting so jittery about.

Ignoring him is utterly impossible, I learn that every night I am not with him or am in distance of him. At school, knowing that he is somewhere in the building makes everything a little bit easier to deal with. But when he leaves, going back to his home I have know idea where it's at, kind of puts me on edge. What if he got hurt or was in danger and I wasn't there to protect him?

It took everything in me not to follow him home after school today. It's just so damn hard!

I don't think I would ever forgive myself if something happened to him. It's the mate bond talking now, I know it is. Because to me, this whole thing still disgusts me.

I am not gay!

My whole life, I have liked girls. I have had many girlfriends before Astrid and have slept with plenty of them. I know that I shouldn't of, I should of waited until I found my mate, but what can I say? I'm a guy. Guys love sex. And I love having sex with girls! Especially Astrid. Now... I can't think about Astrid or any other girl in that way without feeling totally disgusted. Every time I try, Sam just keeps worming his way back into my head. His icy blue eyes come to mind and I can't help but feel like I'm betraying him just by being with Astrid, even though we are not together and he knows nothing about the mate bond.

I still want to know if this is just some sick joke. I pray that it is every night I go to bed, hoping that I will wake up and someone will be there to say 'gotcha!' and run away before I get a chance to kick their ass. But it's not a joke, it's not a nightmare... It's real.

And I have to deal with that.

Walking down the hall, going the same way I go everyday, I finally reach my destination. Okay, I may have been lying when I said I was here to pick up my sister because she was a nurse and the whole thing about her car. I just didn't want to get into the truth about why I am here.

The truth is, I am here for my sister, but she isn't a nurse... she's a patient.

See, my sister was diagnosed with Leukemia when she was six, and has been fighting it ever since. I know you must be confused. She's a werewolf, right? We're not suppose to get sick or any type of illness though.

Well, you are right. But unfortunately, Avery is not a werewolf. She was adopted.

Her parents were actually pretty close to my parents. So close that they knew my father was a werewolf, along with my mother. It was only eight months into the pregnancy was when Avery's birth parents got into a terrible car accident, both killing them on the scene. Gratefully, they were able to save Avery and revive her, and put her under intense care. My parents did what they knew their friends would of wanted them to do. They adopted Avery and kept her as their own. I was three when this happened, but according to my mother, I was excited about getting a baby sister, which I am not denying. Avery is my sister, and I love her with all I have.