The Alphas Sociopathic Mate

Chapter 35: Daddy Jake

Chapter 35: Daddy Jake

Logan

I was a little distraught after the game so I went home while Sam went with the boys. Something as busy as that definitely took the life out of me and yes, I was feeling a little fucking jealous, okay? Thankfully, Lilith actually drove me home which was nice. I was in a moody teenager mood and not in the party atmosphere.

"Hey, where were you?" Jake asked as I stepped in.

"Oh, I was just at the football game. Sorry." I apologized and he eyed me curiously as I dropped down my bag and took off my shoes.

"What's up?" He asked while stuffing his hands into his jeans. I sighed as I pulled my hair up into a messy bun. I was just in the mood to put on my comfy clothes and hop into bed and hopefully rot and never wake up. I guess Jake caught on to my foul mood when I didn't answer him and he sent me a crooked smile.

"Oh, come on. I will heat you up the lasagna I had." He said going into the kitchen. I followed him and sat down in the chair as he popped a piece into the microwave. I guess I could eat and then rot. That sounded like a good plan, maybe Jake picked up some chips too - one could only hope.

"You need a glass of brown pop?" He chuckled. Anytime I was a little stressed I would love a glass of any kind of pop that was brown. Pepsi, Coke...anything. I was trying to cut back on the smoking. Jake and Dean didn't exactly approve of it. They would let me do it outside but out of respect to them, I was trying my best to quit.

"Yes, please. Where is Dean?" I asked.

"He is at a work dinner." He answered setting down the piece and I looked at the delicious melted cheese and some of my angry mood went away. Okay, food seemed to be the key to life at this point.

"Did you make this?" I asked him.

"He came home before he left. I feel bad that I am not as good of a cook as he is." He laughed while opening a beer. Dean cooked all of the meals, if it weren't for him, Jake would be living off of pizza and beer. His little rockstar lifestyle didn't exactly pass as healthy.

"So, what happened? Isn't Johnny on the football team? Shouldn't you be out celebrating?" He asked.

"He is and he played amazing. Jake, he looks so good in football pants." I laughed.

"Ah, football and baseball pants. They get you every time." He agreed while shaking his head.

"Exactly. Anyways, I was sitting with Sam and Lilith-"

"Lilith?" He asked surprised and I sat back and covered my eyes.

"I completely forgot about that. Okay, I will start with that, so, I got to school today and everyone was whispering about something, it turns out, Lilith is Blake Blackwood's mate, however, he is an omega so everyone was pissed and these snobby girls were making fun of her and hitting her so, I had to step in. I felt this weird warm feeling in my chest and I just didn't like how they were treating her." I explained quickly and Jake just listened to me. He was always willing to listen, Dean said that was one of the reasons why he loved him so much.

"Love for your sister never dies. No matter what she did to you. You know that." He smiled while leaning over and taking a piece of my lasagna with his fork.

"I think you're right. Deep down she will always be my sister and no one can treat her like that...except for me." I shrugged while laughing.

"That's good, Logan. You are making such good progress. Dean and I are proud of you." I felt that warm feeling inside again and I groaned.

"I feel that warm feeling again." I sighed.

"That's love you idiot." He laughed while sitting back.

"That kind of ties into what happened. So, while we were at the game, these two girls behind us were talking about how good Johnny looked. Needless to say, I snapped and almost lost my shit. They asked why I wasn't marked yet and began saying that if they were mated to Johnny Blackwood then they would make him mark them on the first day." I said rolling my eyes and hearing me say it out loud, I began to feel a bit embarrassed by it. I mean, the original Logan wouldn't feel this way. Damn it, she wouldn't have even been caught dead at the football game in the first place. Now here I was, crying over fucking lasagna.