My Player

My Player - 11

heyy guys! ...right. So I really shouldn't be saying "heyy guys!" because I did one of those vanishing acts and disappeared...again. And for that, I apologize sincerely. I know I haven't uploaded in about a month-actually more, which I know for me, if someone doesn't upload soon I get all pissed, so I'm going to give you an OKAYish chapter. That sucks, I suck, I know. :(

Another thing; I changed the title of "You Better Not Be...My Mate" to "My Player"! I didn't really like the original title, actually, but i needed to have a title. I think I might change the title again, sorry, I'm so indecisive! ;x.

p. s. My Mate is Gay?! is #918 in Werewolf! Finally, something! XD thanks everyone :)

P. P. S. I have re-written this chapter four times, so I have no idea if it's good. I kinda lost my ideas over the span of the month. :( and this is a a really long author's note, I'm so sorry!

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Sadi Williams' POV

I walked outside my last class of the day. I thought about everything that had happened between Aiden and I and I was honestly confused. I thought I didn't want a mate, but Aiden had been changing all of that, and to be honest, I liked it. Was that bad? It couldn't be, could it?

I mean, he kissed me in public. And I thought he didn't want me? I wanted to know, I didn't want to just think. After what happened that night, it was like Aiden had made up his mind - even before that. But why? What did he really want? I was so confused.

I was lost in my thoughts when my phone vibrated. I opened my messages and found it was from an unknown number. Dafuq? (hahaha, always wanted to do that), I thought to myself.

'Meet me at my car.' it read.

I looked around suspiciously; so it was someone at the college.

'Who are you?' I replied.

'I see you've missed me already.' it said. After I didn't answer in a few minutes, a new one followed.

'It's Aiden, you idiot.' After I read it, I literally said "Oh..." I made my way through the parking lot and finally made my way to Aiden.

"I'm not an idiot." I said.

Aiden rolled his eyes, "'Course you're not."

"Whatever," I said, "What do you want?"

"Get in the car."

"What? No!"

"Just get in the freakin' car."

"What the hell? Why?"

"It's important. Now hurry, we're going to be late." Aiden snapped.

"Late for what?" I asked, while strapping on my seatbelt (after I was shoved violently into the car by Aiden).

Aiden started the car and backed out of the parking lot. We began driving in a road that seemed slightly familiar. Then, it hit me - we were going to the pack house. But why?, I thought.

"A pack meeting. You had to ask so many bloody questions, didn't you?" he answered.

"Oh. But why do you need me to attend?" I asked, confused.

"Because you're my mate."

"So? I don't want a mate, Aiden. I thought I made this clear." My voice was harsh and cold, and unrecognizable to even myself.

I didn't miss the hurt look in his eyes and the way Aiden flinched, but he covered it up pretty quickly. So quickly that I must've been imaging it.