Mine, Mine, and Mine. (HIATUS)

Chapter 3

Hey yalls.

I know it's been forever... I'm sorry *tear slides down face ... I never meant to hurt or abandon you for so long. I'm sorry Jeff. I said I'm sorry! Why you do this to me? You know what, I don't care because I'm here now *pulls ya into hug.

AND scene.

Now on with the real story.

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Recap

"Mmmk then I'll just get her number." I shrugged.

"MINE!" Jason growled and pulled me to him.

Dude. What. The. Fuck.

.........

"Get the fuck off of me!" I push off Jason. "Yall are so fucking weird, I mean who's next, Mason?" I jump over Jason getting out the booth. "I gotta go." I straightened my clothes and walked out of the diner.

I hopped into my car and locked the doors. They sat there dazed for a moment before running outside. Grayson tried to open the door to the passenger seat but it wouldn't budge.

"Dude, open the fucking door we said sorry." Grayson continued to pull at the door. But did they really say sorry. A word that means nothing to me.

In response all I did was start the car. That should be enough for my answer other than yelling a simple 'no'. Grayson looked around before looking dead at me his eyes growing darker.

"As your Alpha I command you to open this door." his voice was firm. His eyes were fierce daring me to disrespect my Alpha. Well I won't.

I saw Jason and Mason's eyes widen. Their eyes darted back and forth waiting to see what will who say next. I cracked the window on the passenger side a centimeter and looked Grayson dead in the eye.

"Well, as your friend I say no."

I put the car in reverse and I backed up slowly leaving them dumbfounded. I was about to pull off when I saw the red head running to my car. I stepped on the brake and rolled my window down a little bit.

"H-hey umm you forgot your Pepsi." a light pink appeared on her cheeks as she hand me my takeout cup.

"Thanks Red." I put the drink in the cup holder then looked at the girl.

Her blush got darker." N-no problem." she looked down.

"Hey, you should look up always." and she did and looked right into my eyes. "Wanna know why?" she nodded. "Then I won't be able to see those eyes, those beautiful eyes." I smiled as she giggled.

"Thanks." she smiled.

I smiled. "Welcome beautiful." I winked, she blushed. Then I looked at her clothes. She was our of the apron and I could see her figure. Oh how I wish she was mine. "Hey, do you by any chance go to the school two blocks down?"

"Yeah," she nodded slightly "I was heading that way now."

"Oh, really." I rolled down the window a little more "Do you have a ride?" I asked hopefully.

I have this ... gift is what some call it. I can read your emotions and sometimes thoughts if I looked hard enough. Usually most girls who try to get with me are sluts, no need to sugarcoat it. Others I get with have been hurt and are desperate, so I make them feel loved.

Like if you scrolled though my contacts right now, 80% are girls I have 'talked' to. Now me reading this girl, she's insecure. She hasn't been hurt but neither has she been loved. She is definitely not desperate. She just hasn't been seen. She now had on glasses and her hair in a messy bun, unlike before in the dinner when she had her hair down and she was wearing possibly contacts.