Forbidden

Chapter 19

19

Randel’s hand entwined with mine as we walked down the hall together.

Everything had gone back to the way it was before I had started doubting our relationship, albeit, Randel kissed me less, which I was extremely grateful for. He seemed to understand that I was dubious about ‘us’ or what was left of it and seemed to take Hayden’s wise words to heart.

I had to admit, Hayden’s “wise” words were sending me off the deep end.

I couldn’t forget what he’d told me in the orchard. And for a moment there, among the grass and weeds and spoilt fruit, I forgot that he was my brother for he seemed so much older and wiser in front of me.

And to top off what he’d said, Tegan’s words were swirling around in my head also, like butterflies trapped in a jar. I understood the reason for being Bound to Randel and eagerly admitted that theoretically, he was a good choice for me, and the Pack, but I couldn’t feel the way I should for him, which made me resent him even more than I was willing to mention. But I braved being with him, for the sake of my Pack. Because they were family, and I wanted the best for all of them. And if giving up my sanity was the key to that, then I’d hand it over with no questions asked.

I could hear the buzz of Randel’s deep voice as he rambled on about something that I didn’t find that important and I nodded here and there to keep the peace. But I was deep in thought inside my own head, swimming oceans of memories and puzzle pieces of only my thoughts to really give him the time of day.

When I looked up at Randel to give him another one of my interested looks, I caught sight of Liam, pushing things from his bag into his locker haphazardly. I realized that this was only to ignore his girlfriend Monica, who, like Randel was yammering on and on about something I couldn’t hear, chewing her gum a mile a minute. Her long, dark tresses brushed her cheeks and her light eyes flickered from her nails to Liam’s face every now and again. Monica was one of those girls that were just pretty in every way possible; her face wasn’t that easy to forget.

But I turned my attention to Liam again who looked very studious as he carefully placed an olden looking tome into the locker.

His long, lean form had a particular poise that was hard to match up with, and companied with his handsome features and those entrancing silver pendulums he had for irises, the boy was everything I sought to have and everything I wanted.

Hands down.

He chose that moment to look up at me, and I stopped in my tracks, my breath hitching as he gave me a breath taking smile that should have knocked my feet out from under me, but instead, just stopped me in my tracks.

I was dizzy on my feet.

I hadn’t even realized Randel had stopped also and was asking what was wrong with me while waving a hand in front of my face to divert my attention. But I couldn’t care about him. I was too stunned to move.

“Misha!” Randel called loudly now, startling me out of my own thoughts. “Mish, what’s wrong?”

“Oh!” I said, jumping a little bit. Randel quirked an eyebrow at me.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” I reassured him, catching Liam’s gaze over Randel’s broad shoulders.

My God, that boy.

“Just, a dizzy spell I guess,” I lied; it was much more than that.

That was the euphoria of ecstasy without the drug. In fact, it was even better.