I'm a Loser [COMPLETED]

Chapter Ten

Clawd Wolf

Heath caught up to me as we walked out of our third and final class of the day. "You talked to her yet?" he asked.

"She wasn't at the wall today," I said.

"Well, find her tomorrow," Heath said.

I tucked my books under my arm as I pushed my free hand through my hair. "You make it sound so easy."

"I don't mean to. It's not easy. Romance ain't easy," Heath said.

"Isn't. It isn't easy," a voice behind us said. I didn't even have to turn around to get it. My wolf growled. That voice belonged to the woman that belonged to me.

"Sorry, lady. Forgot that we all had to speak proper here," Heath said. He snorted. "Forgot we were supposed to talk like the Brits to their kings and queens," he added in a Godawful British accent.

"You're an idiot," she said. "Still dating Abbey, Burns?" she asked.

He whirled around to face her, but he continued walking, his steps slow as he stepped backwards down the hall. "How do you know that?"

"I went to school with her. I know just about everything," she said.

"You totally didn't know who I was when I asked your name."

"No, I knew who you were. You didn't know who I was. There's a difference," she said. "Besides, why would I ever give you the pleasure of knowing I knew of your existence?" she asked.

"Ouch," I muttered.

"The same goes for you, Clawd."

I looked at her over my shoulder. She was a lot shorter than I imagined her being. Disappointing. "How the heck do you know me?"

"I'm best friends with your sister," she said. "I've been over at your house, Clawd. At sleepovers," she said. She raised an eyebrow. "I've eaten Christmas dinner with your family on four different occasions," she said.

I frowned. If Draculaura was my mate, why wouldn't I have recognized her sooner? I shook my head, ridding myself of the thought. She was my mate. The wolf was never wrong.

***

"You're best friends with Draculaura?" I asked.

"Yeah?" Clawdeen questioned, her tone revealing that she was already bored with our conversation.

"Why didn't you tell me that?"

"She's been at our house about a thousand times, Clawd. Maybe you should learn to pay attention," Clawdeen said.

"That's not--"

"And why does it matter?" she asked.

"You wouldn't understand."

"I'm your sister, you idiot. Of course I'll understand," she said.

I leaned against the door jam, a frown forming on my face. "She's my mate," I said.

"Oh, Clawd."

"Don't do that to me. I don't want your pity."

"It's not pity. It's something else, Clawd, something that I can't describe to you," she said. She sighed. "This is something you have to figure out on your own," she said.