Everything

3

"I don't understand, I'm at the top of my class. I can't not walk the stage. I have a speech to give!" I protested.

"Miss May, please take a seat." Mr. James said calmly, gesturing to the empty seats in front of him.

"Mr. James, you don't understand. She slapped me first! I have a lot riding on this graduation."

"Mr. Reed, I'm afraid I don't know what you're doing here." Mr. James said, shifting his focus from my mental breakdown to Dylan.

"I'm here to tell you she didn't do anything wrong. It was purely self defense, Mr. James." Dylan said placing a hand on my shoulder. I huffed and folded my arms across my chest.

"Well, my mind is made up." Mr. James stated. I groaned and planted myself in an empty chair. I pulled out my phone and called my mom.

"Hello?" I looked Mr. James right in the eyes and began fake sobbing.

"Mom? Mom, Mr. James is telling me I can't walk the stage for graduation!" I cried, smirking at Mr. James.

"What? That's ridiculous! Your father and I will be at the school shortly." She hung up and I dried my tears.

"My parents will be here soon, Mr. James. I hope you're prepared for some angry May's."

"That was quite the performance Miss May. I'll be back." Mr. James stood from his desk and walked out of his office.

"That was, something." Dylan commented, sitting next to me.

"That is how I get out of trouble." I replied.

"Is there a real reason why you're still here?" I asked.

"I-" Dylan was cut off by the office door opening.

"Miss May, you can leave. Your parents want to speak to me alone." Mr. James said, sitting at his desk.

"Goodbye Mr. James. I'll see you at graduation." I smile sweetly, picking up my bag and walking out of his office.

"Charlotte?" I heard my father ask. I spun on my heel and allowed the fake tears to return to my eyes.

"Daddy!" I ran into his awaiting arms, burying my face in his shoulder.

"Don't worry cupcake, your mother and I will fix everything." He placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Now, head back to class while I speak with Mr. James." My dad said, nudging me towards the hallways.

"Who is this?" My mother asked, dropping her gaze to Dylan.

"This is my friend Dylan. He walked me to the office." I said, sniffling and wiping my tears.

"Yes. Hello, Mr. and Mrs. May, my name is Dylan Reed." Dylan introduced, shaking my parents hands.

"I'm going to escort your daughter back to class now." He said, gently grabbing my arm and leading me to the hallway. We started walking back towards class, but Dylan pulled me to the side.

"Okay, I'm really sorry about this." Dylan said, nervously glancing over his shoulder.

"Sorry about what?" I asked, confusion taking over.

"For goddesses sake, I hope you forgive me for this." Dylan mumbled before I felt a sharp pain on the side of my head, and my vision blurred into darkness.

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"Are you serious? There were other ways to get her here! You didn't have to knock her unconscious." A strong voice scolded. I groaned at the volume of his voice, silencing the one sided conversation.

"Charlotte?" Dylan's voice sounded.

"I'm only going to ask you once, did you kidnap me?" I asked, sitting up on a couch I was lying on.

"About that." Dylan said, crouching down in front of me and rubbing the back of his neck. I grabbed him by the back of his neck and brought his face two inches from mine.

"Don't make me repeat myself." I snarled. Dylan's eyes widened and he pulled away from my grasp.

"Y-yes. But I didn't want to!" He tried to scramble away from me, but I held him in place.

"If you ever do this again, I will make it impossible for you to have children. Understand?" Dylan nodded, and I let him go.

"Now, where the hell am I?" I ask, straightening out my wrinkled top. Someone cleared their throat, and my gaze snapped to them.

I was met by a pair of piercing blue eyes, and a warm smile.

"Hello, Charlotte. My name is Benjamin, I'm sorry that we had to meet this way." He spoke, walking over to the couch and sitting next to me.

"Hi." I breathed. "Not to be rude, but why am I here?" I ask, dropping my hands, and my gaze, to my lap.

"Well," He started, lifting my chin so I'm looking at him. "I needed you here so I could talk with you about something."

"You got me here, what did you want to talk about?"

"You may not believe me at first, but I want you to keep an open mind." He said, taking one of my hands.

Yeah, because getting kidnapped and being okay with it isn't keeping an open mind. I thought sarcastically. I nodded at Benjamin, signaling him to say what he needed to say. He took a deep breath and began speaking.

"I'm a werewolf, and you're my mate." He said, calmly and confidently. I sucked in a breath and bit my lip.

"A what?"

"A werewolf." He clarified.

"You're a werewolf? Like a half dog, half person? Do you shift on full moons?" I ask, my mind swirling with questions.

"I am a werewolf. Technically, I'm a shapeshifter. I can shift into a wolf whenever I want, and when I'm extremely upset." Benjamin explained.

"Seriously?" I ask, not wanting to believe what's been told to me.

"Yes, I could prove it to you if you'd like." He offered.

"No! No I think talking is all I can stomach at the moment." I protested.

"Right, whenever you're ready." He smiled.

"Yo-you said I was your mate? What exactly is that?" I stuttered. Benjamin squeezed my hand and chuckled softly.

"A mate is a wolf's other half. A wolf's mate is designed by the moon goddess to be able to keep the wolf in check. She, or he, helps calm a wolf down when they're angry, and they fulfill every need a wolf has. That's what you are to me. I saw you at the mall a few months ago, and since then I couldn't get you out of my head. Dylan told me he saw you at school, and I told him to find you and bring you to me. I just hoped he would've been gentler. How is your head?" He asked, placing a hand on the side of my head.

"It was fine before you loaded me up with all this information." I said, feeling a slight pounding in my head.

"Are you okay?" Benjamin asked, a worried look flashing across his face.

"I'll be fi-" I was cut off by a loud growl. I felt a searing pain on the side of my face, and blacked out for the second time that day.