My Other Half| BoyxBoy

Chapter 8 - Hypothetical Dreams

Chapter 8

~Hypothetical Dreams~

"It's time for work, what time is it? It's time for work," I half mutter, half sing. Yesterday the little kids in the pack were watching some cartoon. It was bubble- something. I honestly don't care, but that stupid song got stuck in my head.

"So, I hear you're off to work," I jump and turn around to see Jeremy leaning on the doorframe.

"Damnit! Yes matter a fact, it's time for me to go to work."

"What time is it?" He mocks, waving his hands idly, while smirking.

"You know what? That stupid song has been stuck in my head for a whole day. I swear, when they make those ridiculous cartoons, they know, they do it on purpose."

"Maybe I should take you to a Psych-ward," he states dryly. I shove my phone and wallet in my back pocket, then glare at him.

"If you would excuse me, It seriously is time for me to go to work." I walk pass him, then down the hall.

"What time is it?!" He yells.

"Screw you, Jeremy!" I hear him laugh and I roll my eyes. One of the pack members looks at me like I'm crazy. I raise an eyebrow before making my way towards the foyer, where I meet Jenny and we head to the cafe.

Throughout the day is hell. Somebody called in sick and nobody was able to cover. Plus it was so busy. Jenny was stressed and not as nice as she usually is. Thankfully I have tomorrow off.

I'm just glad to be home. I walk inside and sigh, then go upstairs and immediately get started on my schoolwork. About an hour later I decide to stop. I rub my eyes while yawning.

I've been so tired lately, physically and mentally. Plus 'the needing' isn't helping either. It's gradually getting worse as the days go by. I've also noticed that Archer isn't looking that well either.

Is this my fault? Jonah said that it will stop when we 'mate', but I am most definitely not ready for that. I turn the other way when he so much as looks at me, which hurts him, I can see it in his eyes. But I can't stand the thought of hurting him. I'm the one avoiding him, so it's my fault.

I rub my face with my hands and stand up. I grab a pair of sweats, boxers, and a shirt, before heading to the bathroom.  After I undress, I step in the shower and sigh in relief as the hot water streams down my body. I relax my shoulders, then look down at my minnie me, and it seems like it's never flaccid nowadays. Should I?... Just then I hear a knock on the door. I sigh yet once again and finish up in the shower. I quickly get dressed and open the door to see a pack member waiting impatiently.

"Sorry," I mutter, before quickly walking back to my room and lay down.

Sometime after midnight, I give up on trying to go to sleep and go downstairs to get a drink of water. I grab a glass and fill it with water before taking a drink. I set the water on the island then lean against the counter. I find myself twisting my black beaded necklace between my forefinger and thumb.

My mind starts jumping form one thing to the other. I hate moments like this. When It's silent and I'm alone. My mind takes advantage of these moments and uses it for unnecessary and excessive thoughts. That's why night is one of my greatest enemy. Oh and the crazy psycho guy, who has a habit of killing my family.

Something shuffles behind me making me jerk around. In doing so I knock the glass down and it shatters on the ground. The moonlight shines through the curtain reflecting off the counter top. A dark figure steps in front of the beam of light. I back away from the counter, then stop. The figure skirts the counter and stalks towards me. As he gets closer his Intoxicating scent gets more prominent. I take one step back and he takes two forward. I walk backwards, until my bare back hits the cold surface of the fridge. He closes the gap between us and pushes himself right up against me. Wherever his body his in contact with mine, the shocks and tingles are. I swallow a moan and press myself further against the fridge. I unwillingly start grinding my hips into him, making him growl. Archer's face starts descending towards mine, but he stops moving his hips and face midway, before taking a step back. I hear a click, before light illuminates the kitchen. I cringe and squint my eyes, until they adjust to the light.