Wehren - Beginnings (Book 1) & Redemption (Book 2) (on hold)

Chapter 4 - Redemption

A/N: Well, amigos, I finally uploaded. sorry for how slow these chapters have been, but I am laying groundwork for the rest of the book. It will pick up, and get steamier! Thanks to all for reading and voting! All the comments are appreciated! this chapter is dedicated to Bethany! Yay!

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Chapter 4

**Chloe**

“Ow.” I rub at my shoulder. I can’t seem to focus. This practice has really sucked. Trevor got through my defenses, the now blossoming black and blue mark on my shoulder is the evidence. Wiping the sweat off my face I take up my stance again, and WHAM, I am knocked flat on my back, the air rushing out of my lungs. I lay there for a second, trying to inhale. I get to my feet, a little wobbly and shake my head.

“Chloe, get it together!” Jon hollers, irritated.

I can’t get those eyes out of my head, deep brown, almost red. I look at Jon, my eyes starting to tear up. It has been close to a month since the fight in the student union and I haven’t seen him since. It is actually making me irritable. I don’t understand why. I have been going through the motions of classes; I had a brief break from the Vampire Brady Bunch, but after missing a week they all showed back up to class. The tension was so thick you could cut it. The other new guy, Jax, kept trying to talk to me, not taking the hint that I wasn’t interested.  He seems nice enough, but, I don’t know.

“I can’t take this anymore!” I yell at Jon, my anger finally coming to the surface. “YOU get it together without me!” I spin and bolt out of the gym, taking off across campus, running. It felt good to run, alone. I love the boys, but no one likes to be followed all the time. I am probably going to be in trouble, but I don’t care. I feel like I am losing control, like the one thing that kept me together is missing, but I don’t know what that is. I am now running past buildings that look like garages; I have never been back here, none of my classes required me to come to this quad of buildings. I am thinking nobody will look for me here. I do not really want to be found.  I round a corner, and run right into something, or someone. We go down in a tangle of arms and legs. I groan, and try to roll off.

“Whoa, not so fast, I think I like this,” I hear coming from underneath me, the Irish accent unmistakable. Oh, God! My luck cannot be this bad!  I think to myself. He rolls me over, holding me down with his body weight, propping his upper body on his elbows, looking down at me, a smile turning up the corners of his perfect mouth.

“Don’t try ‘that thing’ you do on me, it wont work and I am not interested in you.” I spit at him.

“I admit, it was in bad taste to do that to the class, but more importantly, how did you know?” his voice still silky, washing over me. 

“I don’t really know, I just did. There was one other that was not affected,” I said.

“I know, the Vampire,” he said with such venom  that I thought I misheard him.

“You don’t like vampires?” I query.

“Not all, just them.  That bunch is bad news,” he replied. 

“Um, could you get off me?”

“Oh, I don’t know if I want to, what will you give me if I do?” he whispers as he gently brushes hair out of my face.

“My undying gratitude, because I am not interested in anything else from you.” I snapped back.

The weight of his body was suddenly lifted as he was tossed aside. I looked up into a pair of glowing red, angry eyes.