A Delinquent School? Seriously Dudes? But I'm a wolf...

Chapter 21- Unwanted Memories;

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Chapter 21- Unwanted Memories; (Shitty chapter name I know:L)

(Robbis POV)

I stepped out of the shower, pulling on some grey joggers.

Damn it feels good not to be covered in blood.

For once in my damn life.

Seems like I’m getting covered in blood a lot these days...

I sighed, searching around the room for a tee to put on. There was an impatient knock at the door. Gah dickhead. I was of course assuming it was Nate, because come on, I told him to come here to talk, and plus Alex and the others would never knock. They just barge right in.

Well this douche needs to learn to wait!

It’s not like I can answer the door like this anyway!

I pulled on the first tee I could find, a baggy blue top, before walking over to the door. “GOD I’M COMING ALRIGHT! IMPATIENT PRIC-” My yelling was cut off as I opened the door, to see Nate standing in the doorway, looking like complete shit.

He was soaked through, his black hair dripping viciously onto his bare chest. He had only a pair of joggers on, and I tried not to wince as I noticed the massive gash that was evident on his shoulder.

But the thing that caught my attention most, the thing that made my jaw drop in shock, and eyes widen, was that Nate was stood in my doorway crying.

Actually crying.

His chest was rumbling with violent sobs as tears streamed his face.

And he looked so god damn innocent in that moment, that I completely forgot about yelling at him.

I tugged on his arm, pulling him into my chest, while slamming the door behind him with my foot.

Oh god.

Nate. Is. Crying.

The legendary asshole. The dude who from the moment I met him, decided to make my life hell. The dude who sent sparks to me through his touch, even from that first moment we met. My mate.

A sob rippled through his body, and I pulled him closer into me, wrapping my small arms around as I whimpered internally.

Damn. This is the guy who’s caused me so much anger over the short time I’ve known him. So why do I feel the heartbreaking need to comfort him, and take away all his pain?

Having a mate sucks.

“Shh Nate. Its alright. Shh.” I murmured softly into him, continuing to look up at his face, searching for the source of his weird behaviour.

Cause to be honest; it’s freaking the hell out of me!

But he just leant further into me, burying his face in my hair as he continued to sob.

At any other time. In any other circumstance that could ever occur; I would have whacked him so hard round the head for doing that. But this wasnt any other time.

And I couldn’t find it in myself to hurt him any more than he was already hurting.

We stood like this for a few more minutes. Him sobbing into my hair, and me murmuring soothingly to him.