Becoming Submissive (girlxgirl)

Chapter Two- Don't Push Me

I actually updated, wow. Even I'm surprised but ya, enjoy 

This is how every day went. We got into arguments or fights over absolutely nothing, just because we hated each other for another absolutely no reason. 

Chapter Two- Don't Push Me

Amelia's POV

I will admit that it stung to be rejected by my mate but it wasn't a big deal. I didn't want her away and I definitely didn't need her as a mate. But apart of me couldn't help to feel hurt by the rejection. Apart of me couldn't help the want to fight for her, to get her back. And I couldn't help to want to know why she rejected me. 

I ran out of the locker room and followed her outside. "Peyton, wait!" I called out. She spun around and glared daggers at me. 

"What do you want, Amelia?" she asked as her nose crinkled like it always did when she was angry. Her hair was natural curly as it barely reached her shoulders. Her bangs hung loosely above her eyes and she stared at me with so much hatred. 

"Just tell me." I said as I stepped closer, trying to intimidate her but she only stepped closer, her height causing her  to slightly look up at me. "Why did you reject me?"

"Are you serious? Why did I reject you?" she mocked. "Because I hate you. I hate you and I always will so don't start having false hope because its never going to happen." Her words pierced my heart but I didn't show it. I kept a blank face.

"I liked you better when you were young." I whispered, harshly, as our faces were close enough to where her breath fanned my face. 

"I liked you better when you didn't speak." she whispered back, the hatred still visible in her eyes. My heart pained at the sound of her harsh words but I tried my best to have the best poker face. My wolf whimpered from the rejection but I refused to give her any form of satisfaction. I would not fall for her and I would not feel bad because I was rejected by someone I hated since the womb. 

I snorted before turning around quickly and walking back into the coolness of the gym, trying to forget that I was walking away from the only person that I could possibly have an incredible bond with. 

Peyton's POV

I felt the feeling of loss as I watched my mate walk away. It was still hard for me to believe that she, out of all people, was supposed to be mine. I was supposed to mate with that. All I ever wanted was someone to love but here I am , rejecting the only person that I knew I could love unconditionally. And I would love her but our hatred stands in the way of all that.

I started walking towards my car until I realized that if I left school, then she would win this little fight. I would have wussed out and just bailed instead of going back in the gym and continuing on like nothing happened. I cared too much about my pride to just let her crush it.

I turned back around and ran towards the building until I was inside. Gym class had already started but that didn't stop me from making my entrance known. 

I barged through the double doors, making sure that Amelia and everyone else knew that I did not skip class. I caught a glance at Amy and locked gazes as I walked to the end of the line, where one of my closest friends, Zoey, was standing. 

"Nice for you to join us, Peyton." coach said. I nodded. "Okay, grab a jersey and pick your teams. Boys on the left side of the court and girls on the right." 

We were playing basketball and it always went the same way. Amelia and I always picked different color jerseys and nominated ourselves as team captain. We picked the same people every time and almost every time, it was like a blood bath between me and her. 

After we picked our teams, we played rock-paper-scissors to see who started out with the ball and of course, I did. Usually, she would stare at me with a disgusted look as if I was poop on the bottom of her shoe. But this time, she looked at me differently. 

Her eyes glanced up and down my body as if to memorize every curve and her eyes lingered in places that made me uncomfortable. Her eyes glazed over with lust for a minute but quickly vanished when she realized I had noticed what she was doing. 

"Don't worry your pretty little head, I wasn't checking you out." she said as she rolled her eyes and got into a defensive position. 

"Really? Because I'm pretty sure you were staring at my boobs." I stated. I began to dribble the ball in between my legs as we stared at each other, our eyes never leaving each others. "Its okay. You can admit it."

"Admit what?" 

"You want me" I said in a hushed tone as I watched her from under my eyelashes. She snorted as if what I said wasn't true but we both knew it was. 

"Don't flatter yourself. I rather date Meredith than you." We both glanced back at Meredith, the skinny girl in the middle of the court that found it pleasing to pick at her scabs and eat them. We looked back at each other and laughed but stopped when we realized we shared something in common- being grossed out by Meredith. "Whatever, we both know that you're going to fall for me first."

"I rather poke my eyes out than fall for you." I tried to dribble passed her but she blocked me off, a growl rumbling in my throat. I was becoming frustrated with her. She raised her eyebrow, testing me to see if I would do anything and I did. I exhaled harshly and charged passed her, knocking her down in the process as I went in for a lay up.

Out of no where, I was pushed from the back, causing me to stubble backwards. I looked back at Amelia with anger bubbling in my chest. This is how every day went. We got into arguments or fights over absolutely nothing, just because we hated each other for another absolutely no reason. 

We walked towards each other, our faces dangerously close. "You're so childish." she stated.

"Oh, so I'm the childish one." I mocked. She squinted her eyes and pushed me again. When I regained my balance, I pushed her back. And before I knew it, I was sitting in the principals office with an angry Amelia sitting next to me.