Nothing Left to Give *completed*

Nothing Left to Give - Chapter 8

Oh, thank God! I'm finally uploading! I had some writters block because I couldn't for the life of me write the begginning of this chapter. Even now, I hate the way it starts, but I like it further through, so bear with me please!

I promise you, you will probably hate me at the end of this, for I am evil. You'll probably hate me at the beginning too ;)

Sorry that, until now, this story has been so slow paced. Basically, I talk a lot, and the same goes for my writting, I tend to babble. But the plot (yes, there is one of those in this story!) actually comes into play.

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Autumn’s POV

I chuck the controller at Zack’s head the minute he turns away, shouting my victory so loud I’m probably waking the dead. You must be thinking – “If you won, then why did you throw the controller at him?” Well, the answer is simple. Throwing things is fun.

“What the hell was that for!” he shouts, clutching the back of his head, his expression twisted into pain and shock.

“Fun,” I state simply, holding in my snickers.

“Doesn’t look very fun from where I’m sitting,” he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. Dang, this boy is moody.

“Then move,” I say, rolling my eyes sarcastically. Zack shrugs, getting to his feet and walking over to me, picking me up – all my thrashing, flailing goodness – and sits in my spot, placing me back down in his lap so that I’m facing him.

“You’re right,” he says thoughtfully, glancing around the room “It does look funnier from over here. This must be the sadistic side of the room.” I laugh. Sure, the joke’s at my own expense, but what’s funny is funny, am I right? I lean forward to kiss him, shocked when he instantly draws back.

“Autumn,” Zack says sternly, “We need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.” I frown, leaning forward again, sighing in frustration as he pulls away. AGAIN.

“Stop, Autumn,” he grinds out between clenched teeth. I pull away, sliding off his lap and sitting against the wall across the room, as far from him as I can get. I narrow my eyes, crossing my arms and having a mini stare-down. Him being Alpha and all, it might not have been that smart, but I luckily got away without any of the dire consequences when he looked away first.

“God, someone’s PMSing.” I roll my eyes. One minute he’s all happy and laughing and crap like that, and now he’s all “grrrrr” and agitated. If that doesn’t spell “mood swings” in capital letters, I don’t know what does.

“Autumn, I’m being serious here.”

“So am I,” I reply, looking him straight in the eye. I can tell that his temper is starting to build up – his jaw is tight and he’s staring straight ahead, looking just over my head at the wall. “So, what are we being all serious about?”

“We…um….We can’t…hmmm…I don’t think we…” I don’t think I have ever seen Zack flustered before – which isn’t really surprising since I’ve only known him for a few weeks or something – but now he was stuttering like crazy.

“Dude, spit it out.” I glower at him as he tactlessly avoids eye contact.

“We can’t see each other anymore!” he blurts, looking horrified at his choice of words. Are we seeing each other? I guess we kind of are, considering the random make-out sessions, but I haven’t really thought about that. I like that, though, that Zack and I would be going out. It just feels right.