The Love of The Alpha

Let's Talk About It

Chapter Five

*Avery's P.O.V.*

Mason and I drove in a some-what uncomfortable silence. I say some-what because the only speaking was on my part and I was giving him directions to the diner. I know it's not supposed to be like this, though. You aren't supposed to be uncomfortable around your mate, but for some reason I am. I guess it's not for some reason, though. I know why I feel like this. It's because of the other girls. The ones he's already been with. So many questions sift around through my brain regarding those other girls. Like, how many were there? Or, how many were virgins? Even, will I even be able to compete with others? This is why you're supposed to wait. You're supposed to be each other's one and only. We will never have that together. He will be my first and last, but I'll only be his last. How am I supposed to handle that? How am I supposed to not think about those other girls while we are together? I can't even stop thinking about it. I just... I just wish it was different.

Mason pulled up in front of Minnie's diner. Minnie's has always been my favorite place to go to since I was a little girl. Minnie's was this total cliche, stereotypical, fifties-styles diner. It had the chrome-like counter tops, the red leather booths, the chrome-like swivel stools at the counter, and even the ornate jukebox in the corner that played the greatest hits of the 90's. Why the 90's you ask? Minnie has this odd obsession with the 90's. She said it was a lovely time period and people usually pick the 70's or 80's as their favorites. She said she wanted to be her own person and not go with the follow. That was Minnie for you, though. 

Minnie was my favorite person in this world. One of them, I mean. Minnie was like my second mother, or well, my grandmother. Minnie was in her late sixties had she had this weird style to her. She constantly wore this T-shirts with weird slogans on them. One time I saw one that said Come over to the dark side- We have cookies. I think I laughed for a good fifteen minutes at it, which caused her to laugh and the rest of her costumers to question what the hell was wrong with us. 

Minnie was also one of the only people to be flat out honest with me in my life. Most people tend to tip-toe around certain truths, like if a certain shirt or skirt looks good on you they will tell you yes and not tell you that you look fat in it because they don't want to upset you. Minnie, though, was the leader of her own one-man band. She marched to beat of her own drum and was blatantly honest with people. Most times it was refreshing, but they have been a couple of occasions were Minnie's observations have actually upset me to some degree. 

Mason looked over at me in the passenger seat. "Are you going to sit there the whole day and pondering what ever thoughts you have running through that brain of yours, or are you going to come in with me?" He asked. 

I turned at looked at him. That actually sounded more irritated then I anticipated from him. I tilted my head to the side. "Was I in my own little bubble for long?" I questioned. 

He shook his head. "No, I'm sorry, it's just my wolf is irritated with me because he knows we've upset you and I didn't mean for it to come out that way."

I simply nodded as a sign of accepting his apology. He opened his door and bolted around the front of the car and made it to my side opening my door me. Yet again, another thing I did not anticipate from him. 

"Thanks," I murmured. 

He flashed me a heart-stopping smile. "You're welcome, my dear Avery."

I flushed a little bit and looked down at my converse. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the door of Minnie's. 

As soon as I opened the door the sound of the bell that hung above the door rang and the smell of Minnie's amazing cooking wafted through my nostrils. I could instantly smell hamburgers, fries, chili, hot dogs, and other various things Minnie had as staples at her diner. I spotted Minnie instantly. Her long gray hair was in a french braid whose tips skimmed the top of her t-shirt which had a picture of a T-Rex on it and read If you're happy and you know it clap your.... oh. I started to laugh and Mason looked down at me like I grown a second laughed.