My Bully, My Mate | Complete

Chapter 21

What the hell just happened?

I blink, my mind baffled. Was it a dream? Am I going crazy?

I slide down the lockers, my palm resting against my forehead.

"You."

The word alone sent shivers through me, made my knees buckle even more and as much as I hate to admit it, I smile at the thought. All this time I thought he couldn't ever possibly want me, yet he does. My mate wants me! 

But do I want him?

I try to imagine a life with him, one where we could just live happy and smile all the time, but it was honestly hard. It was easier to imagine myself alone, much like I am now, leading the pack. Even then, I could feel my heart break at the thought.

How long have I wanted to be alone, and now that the mate bond comes a long, the idea hurts. For years I have wished to never have a mate, to hope that someone out there made me the lucky one who won't find love. So I can lead the pack stronger than Dad could, for he has a weakness, and I wouldn't.

Is fate trying to kill me?

How is it that even wearing his shirt yesterday had sent me over the edge? Was I supposed to feel like some hormonal teenager who just met their child hood hero? Even then, it makes me feel pathetic and stupid.

I don't want to feel that way.

And hearing Xavier say that when I trespassed, it hurt more than words can say. So why now, all of a sudden I was willing to accept him? Did I forgive him? 

The doors burt open, the sound echoing through the hallways. I shoot my gaze to them and just as the smell of the woods enter my nose, I see Xavier running toward me.

I almost lean forward, like he was a magnet and I was the metal.

Did I really just think that?

His eyes fall on mine and just like in those cheesy romance movies his face changes from something strong to something soft. And I lose myself in his gaze. Just for a moment, until he slows his pace to a walk as uncertainty floods his eyes. He looks as though he is ready to run back, to pretend this never happened and continue life like this did never happen. But in a flash it changes, a switch turning in his head before determination sets in. 

I wait- confused - as I watch him rush toward me.

But why is he back? To tell me it was a sick, malicious joke to crush me and then watch me as I fall into pieces? 

But as he stares into my eyes I know that can't be true, because he wasn't rushing to me like I'm just prey to catch. Instead he was walking like he had a purpose, a reason to be here.

"Nicola," He whispers, standing above me as he comes to a halt. Hearing my name slip from his tongue like that sent shivers down my spine. I stare, with my eyebrows furrowed and continuously blinking , and wait for him to speak again. 

This can't be happening.

He puts out his hand, asking for me to take it. I stare at it for a moment, before slowly extending my arm to hold his. Fire burning through me as I do so. 

He pulls me up, his breathing heavy as he avoids any eye contact, his lips pressed into a firm line. And I swear I could hear his heart beating. I keep my gaze on to the floor, still prepared for the worse. And for what seems like hours, an awkward silence wraps around us. Letting me question what was happening further. But I feel his eyes shift from somewhere distant to meet mine, his hand lifting my chin so I was forced to meet his gaze.