Fighting For Samson (Boyxboy)

Chapter Nine

Damn! I just want to lick that body!

Am I the only one?

My baby Brandon up top❤❤

Brandon's P. O. V.

"I mean, does she even have a heart? I'm starting to think it was ripped out of her chest like that creepy thing they do in that fairytale TV show on ABC. Maybe someone is controlling her? That's why she tries so hard to get under my skin, trying to use that Sam guy to get me jealous. Please... Okay, maybe it worked but the fact that she just openly admitted to doing it just to get to me, gosh why does she have to so heartless? Maybe she is possessed or something? I mean, that could happen right? I just don't see any explanation as to why-"

That is when I finally started to dose off. I was currently laying back on my bed and Jack had followed me home instead of back to the pack house, talking non stop about Mercedes ever since lunch and I was about this close to punching him in the face to get him to shut the fuck up.

I know he has been getting worse with the rejection and fighting off going rogue, but I can't help but think of my own problems. The one that involves a very cute, blue eyed boy who had also joined us for lunch. He also had a new bruise on his eye, and it took everything in me at lunch not to lose my cool and find out how hurt him so I could end them.

Nobody, and I mean nobody touches what's mine!

This is so frustrating. I keep saying all these things in my head, but I'm not willing to accept them. What Avery told me the other day about not accepting him just because he isn't who I wanted him to be, has been stuck in my head. I mean, I'm not gay, at least I never thought I was. But I had heard about guys who always forced themselves on women and forced themselves into a relationship with women because deep down, they knew something was different about them.

I always felt different. I just thought it was because I always found it hard to communicate with certain people. The only ones I can really talk to are my sister and best friend. But Avery is too busy with chemotherapy and Jack is too busy being rejected. I know it's not really a big deal, but I am future Alpha of my pack. It shouldn't be hard for me to talk to others.

It's already started to weigh on me, the whole rejection thing, even though I was the one doing the rejecting. I don't know what I want to do. I don't know what I want.

After seeing his reaction about when he find out about me and Astrid, I knew he felt exactly what I thought he would. Betrayed. Hurt. Confused.

It killed me to see the pain in his eyes, but I have to give it to Sam, he was good at hiding it.

"Brandon!?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by a very angry voice. Sitting up, I see Jack looking down at me, tears threatening in the corner of his eyes as he tries to fight them back. "Did you hear what I said?"

Feeling bad, I sighed. "No, I'm sorry man. I just have a lot on my mind."

Jack then walks over and pumps himself down next to me on the bed, rubbing his temples. "No, I'm sorry if I'm rambling. I just... she's killing me Brandon."

Hearing his voice crack nearly broke my heart. I hate Mercedes. I always have, ever since that first day when we hit her with that football. She is the worst person I have ever met, and does not care who she hurts. She once beat up a freshman because the girl accidentally spilled coffee on her shoes. Like, who the fuck does that?

I know she does not know that she is basically killing Jack, but she does know how he feels towards her and she does everything she can to make sure he feels pain.