The Alphas Sociopathic Mate

Chapter 20: Love

Chapter 20: Love

Logan

I watched as Finn greeted Sam at his car, I was totally creeping on the two but I absolutely loved it. I blew out a cloud of smoke happily seeing the two look at each other with utter happiness and love. Usually, I drove Sam to school, but he had his hands on his foster parents' car. So, that meant watching them and enjoying a smoke by my own car.

I just continued to watch and before I knew it, Finn leaned forward and kissed Sam. Without thinking I squealed like a little girl and clapped and people walked by and stared at me oddly and I immediately turned and narrowed my eyes at them. 

"Keep walking." I snapped quickly and their eyes widened while heading inside and I turned back trying to look at Sam and Finn. Finn pulled back and I could see the blush on Sam's face from here and I couldn't stop the grin that crossed my face.

"You creep." Someone teased and I glanced at Johnny as he walked towards me. Even his teasing couldn't damper my mood with those two.

"What? I like it." I grumbled while turning to quickly get my bag in order. I hated love but that doesn't mean I didn't like seeing it. I still solely believed something like that couldn't happen to someone like me. But, there were people who whole heartedly deserved all the love and happiness; someone like Sam.

"You like watching people?" He chuckled and I could tell Johnny was trying to change the subject a bit, he must have saw my shoulders tense as I scrambled to get my things in order.

"No. Is it so hard to believe that I like watching romance?" I asked facing him head on. I cocked my hip out and placed my hand on it, trying to keep my confident stance. However, that all wavered as Johnny just looked at me, smirking.

Asshole.

"Bullshit." He said although his face was full of amusement as he watched me.

"See? I shouldn't have told you. Love and romance doesn't happen to someone like me. People like Sam experience love and I like watching it. It makes me...happy." I said whispering the last part. All confidence leaving my soul and body as I tried to express myself. It felt like there was a cage sinking into my skin and only certain pieces were getting out through the gaps.

"How come love wouldn't happen to someone like you?" He asked curiously.

"Because I'm rude. I don't deserve it, it is simply based on past experiences, Johnny. The things I do, the way I act and the way I treat people; it is all because I didn't deserve love as a little girl and I sure as hell don't deserve it now." I told him and now his amusement was gone and he narrowed his eyes at what I had said.

"Why would you say that? So, you're basically saying I won't experience love." He said and I sighed while shaking my head. I looked away for a moment to focus on something else and to collect my thoughts. Johnny was unlike anyone I had ever met. Usually, people would get the vibe I had and would leave me alone, they wouldn't press for more information or for more out of me. Johnny clearly didn't get that message; it was like he was trying to peel back every layer.

Ogres have layers, donkey.

I quickly snorted at the inner battle in my head and Johnny raised an eyebrow and my eyes followed the piercing in it and I cleared my throat immediately and straightened.

"I didn't say that. Sure, you're incredibly annoying and I want to knock you out half the time but you're genuinely a great guy, Johnny. You will find someone who you can love."

"Logan, you're my mate. I won't be able to fall in love with anyone but you." He said, his green eyes narrowed in on mine and I looked at him, trying to keep my stoic expression in order. He had to understand, he needed to get it that it was eating me alive, the warmth and the feelings I had for him scared the living hell out of me and he just didn't get it.

"Well, you're going to have to learn to love somebody else. I can't do it, okay!?" I finally snapped while grabbing the strap to my bag and Johnny went to stop me by grabbing my wrist and when he did, he froze and I glanced up. His once green eyes had zoned out, his pupils were practically nonexistent and I raised an eyebrow.

Was he dying?

"Johnny?" I asked nervously. What if somebody blamed it on me? God damnit, Jonathan.

Johnny

It was Logan, I could tell by her facial features and the colour of her eyes. She was just younger, maybe ten? Maybe a bit older? She was sitting next to Melody, her legs dangling from the couch, she was still so tiny. She had a smile on her face though and I could feel the content she had, sitting next to her best friend and watching TV.

Her hair was in two braids and it was the colour of sand. Almost blonde but it was dark enough to be considered brown. 

She glanced at Melody as she stood up and walked away and Logan resumed watching the TV before her whole body stiffened and a shock of fear ran up her spine when someone spoke.

"Well, well, well. Look, Jer...the troll, in her cave." A young boy said. It was so easy to identify them both as Keith and Jeremy, same stupid hair cut and hell, they were even wearing some terrible lettermen jackets from school. Keith leaned on the back of the couch and Logan went to move when Jeremy slammed his hand onto her shoulder. It didn't hurt, but she didn't like the force he was using. He kept her still, her back to them on the couch and unable to move.

"Can you just leave me alone?" Logan whispered and Keith bent down, his lips right next to her ear and her breathing hitched in fear.

"What did you say?" He asked lowly and Logan bit down on the inside of her lip, the copper taste filling her mouth.

"N-nothing." She stuttered, her lips barely opening to get it out and both Jeremy and Keith chuckled at her reaction.

"Good. We just came to remind you to stop liking me. I can't have a troll like you, falling in love with me. It's disgusting, seriously." Keith had told her and she glanced at the reflection in the TV, Keith had straightened and was fixing his hair in it, while Jeremy's fingers dug into her shoulder, keeping her still.

"No one wants to be loved by a troll like you, Logan." Jeremy piped in, he forced Logan to look at him and she felt the tears burning behind her eyes, but she held them back. She didn't want to cry in front of them. Not anymore.

"You hear that Logan?" Keith added while leaning back down and Logan turned her head, meeting his gaze and he chuckled at her.

"What?" She bit out and Keith took a deep breath and then met her eyes again.

"No one will ever like you. You are going to grow old and you will never know what it's like to have someone who worships you. Someone who wants to wake up and look at your face every morning. Stop thinking about it, okay?" He asked her, his voice light at the end like it was no big deal. I felt a pain in Logan's chest at his words, her heart literally split into two at his hurtful words and she stared at him with tears threatening to spill over and the asshole had the audacity to just smile at her.

"Don't worry, Logan. I'm sure there will be some omega who will put a bag over your head to at least have sex with you." Keith said and then Jeremy dangled a brown paper bag in her face and Logan flinched while leaning back. She blinked at the brown bag completely shocked.

"Here is your first one. A gift...don't lose it." Jeremy chuckled while dropping it on her lap and on the front of the bag was the word "Troll" written in large black letters.

The two walked away laughing and Logan sat on the couch, her hands skimming the brown paper bag and her breathing hitching as a panic attack rolled in over her shoulders like a tidal wave.

She was completely and utterly broken.