I See You

Whimpering

I marked my mate, temporarily, by burrowing my face in her beautifully crafted neck and by my fingertips on her face. (It's a weretiger thing.)

She's been Scentmarked, but is not with me, and it's been killing me, because: one, it's not permanent yet, and two, she's my one and only mate.

I can't eat or sleep and definitely can't focus on anything but looking everywhere at the school for her.

I can barely breathe without her.

I think I've caught a few glimpses, but if she was there, when I follow the lead, she's not anymore.

I'd use the term "like a ghost", but that'd be super insensitive of me.

I want my mate, Missy whimpers in my head. That's all she's said in the past week since Kaitlyn disappeared last Friday. In and out of my life, just like that.

We were going to continue on with our plan to wither away in bed until we died, but Starr, being the best friend in the world, pointed out that I wasn't rejected by my mate, so therefore I still have a reason to live.

I want my mate.

I know, I know, me too.

"Hey, Mys," drawls out a voice oozing pervyness. (Is that a word? I think it is. It's the only word appropriate to describe this boy.) "So that game's coming, it's on Friday. You can go with me." He pauses.

I just love how he assumes I'll go with him, especially since he the one who harshly broke it to my mate that my horrible self created the task that killed her.

Missy and I wince. We don't to think that, but it's true.

As if I'd ever go anywhere with him, even before Kaitlyn graced my life for one thousand, seven hundred, fifty-seven seconds. I sadly only had her in my arms for six hundred sixty of them.

Twenty- nine minutes and seventeen seconds is not enough. I need her.

I'm so pathetic.

I want my mate.

I snap to attention as Greenlin gives me what I assume is his 'sympathetic' look. It look more like he ate something incredibly sweet but is trying to play it off like it's perfectly balanced.

"...since no one else would dare go out with someone in your... situation." He fake puts his hand to his chest, "But you're my sister's best friend, like the nice guy I am, I'm willing to look past it." He tries to not look victorious in thinking he's convinced me that I want to go with him.

Nice guy, my ass. And because I'm his sister's best friend? Pshhh! More like because I'm closer to being Streak leader than he is. And also...

"What 'situation' am I in exactly, Greenlin?" I ask icily.

Half the noises in the hall drops, as the Tigers nearby are most likely being effected by my mood. Some leave to try to escape it.

The humans, confused at the sudden silence, try to figure out what's going on by looking around.

Greenlin shifts uncomfortably, more because of the unpleasant feeling I'm emitting than whatever he's going to say next.

He tries to smirk, "Well, you know Mys. Your rejection, of course."

I barely contain my snarl, and Missy suddenly tries to break out, uncontrollable at the thought.

Rejected. Rejected?

I can't shift here and now, but Missy, my stickler for responsibility and rules tiger, wants out.

And she wants out now.