Mr.Badboy you're MINE!

Chapter 5

Peyton POV

I was in a deep slumber until I felt someone frantically pushing me. "AHHH" I screamed, when I ended up falling of the edge of bed due to the impact of the push the stranger gave me. 'HOLY SHIT" "Peyton i'm so sorry" the stranger said. My eyes were feeling droopy and my throat felt dry, it took a lot of strength for me to  open my eyes. As I did the room became clear and in front of me stood a pair of white vans. There is only one person in this world that would take the risk of wearing white vans. 

"Brent" I said my voice still groggy. "Up here sweet heart", he replied trying to muffle in his laughter. "Shut up" I said while sticking my hand out, trying to indicate he should lift me up. "BRENT! HELLOO", omg why are guys so dumb. "oh what" ,he said. I waved my hand calling him over. "What oh" he said seeing my hand and lifting me up. "Brent why are you here" I asked not beating around the bush. "I wanted to check how you were, you know with the whole caf scene with you, Amanda and" He stopped talking and narrowed his eyes down and continued "Alpha Dylan" he finished barely in an audible whisper."It's okay Brent you can say his name I don't mind you know" I said tilting his head up so his eyes could meet mine. 

I was lost in his light grey bluish eyes. There was no doubt in my mind that said Brent wasn't hot, with his off black hair, strong jawline, fine plump lips and amazing 6 ab body. "Done checking me out" Brent asked with a smirk plastering his face. "No just observing" I replied honestly. "K den" He said. "No offense Brent, as much as I would love to kiss you senseless, you are a play boy" I said again looking in his eyes. "I know" was all Brent said. "Brent  you're my best friend but we already tried the whole friends with benefits thing already remember" I said, instantly regretting every word that came out of mouth. "why the f did I just bring that up, he didn't even try anything, HOW DUMB ARE YOU PEYTON??" was all I could think, not even noticing that Brent was talking to me."Oh I remember",  looking at the wall as if lost in a distant memory. He chuckled breifly showing his straight pearly whites, damn 2 years of braces did him well. "We should try that again sometime" he added winking at me. I was just staring at him with my face getting beat red, he knew I felt embarrassed. 

"So.." He started while clearing his throat. "yeah" I said. "How you holding it" He asked again. "Do you really want to know" I asked tilting my head to the side. "Yes" he replied in an instant. "Fine" I pouted and pulled him towards my bed where I made him sit down. "So basically after I left to go to my class-" I started and filled him in on from, walking to class, seeing Amanda in a very nasty way. Which makes me want to vomit now, that i'm like thinking about. How he didn't even have a look of remorse that his mate just caught him banging a slut. "Wow what a douche" he said after I was done. "He may be my best friend but still who wouldn't want you as their mate, your fuckin amazing babe" he said. "I know right like damn" I replied laughing. "I love you", I stated his reply was a firm "I know". Is it bad my heart races whenever he's around, I know he's not my mate but moon goddess damn I wish he was. I want him to be my mate so bad ugh. "what am I doing", I thought. 

The rest of the day continued with us playing COD Modern warfare. "I totally whipped your ass" I screamed while throwing my ps3 controller on my L shaped leather sectional. "You did not" was all he grumbled as he picked up his phone from the table. "Yeah right" I said grabbing my sprite from the coffee table and jugging a few gulps at a time. All I could let out was a huge loud burp at the end while I stalked over to my cheese pizza from Boston Pizza. I moaned when I took my first bite from the hot, cheesy pizza. "I know you have the hots for me but I think you shouldn't make that sound for anyone other than your mate" Brent said winking at me. "Oh really" I asked turning around and walking towards my controller making sure  to sway my hips swiftly, as I walked over. I knew he had a good view of my ass when I bent down and picked up my controller. I walked back over to Brent and very nicely if I may say, got on my tiptoes and leaned towards his ear. "Rematch and loser has to do what ever the winner says: I said in a low deep voice making sure to make my hot breath tickle his neck. I heard a low growl erupt from someones throat when Brent grabbed my waist and hugged me telling me in my ear "your on". 

We turned around and saw non other than Dylan, standing in all his glory with his arms crossed at his chest making his arms flex. "Oh dear moon goddess could he get anymore sexy" I thought. "What is going on here" Dylan said with his deep voice. "Nothing" I quickly replied and removed Brent's hand from my waist. "You know I came here to apologize but clearly your way to busy for your Alpha but thats fine" Dylan said glaring at me and turning around to walk away. "Dylan no please hear me out" I said grabbing his wrist. Where tingles shot through my arm. I know he felt them too, he took his other hand and pried my hand off his while clearing his throat. "Peyton.. do not ever and I mean ever dare touch me again" Dylan said through gritted teeth while he glared at me. "One more thing we are not and never were friends we are just meer strangers while I am your Alpha, so I appreciate it if you called me by my tittle and not my name you get that' He said. "But we're mates" I said looking at him, tears starting to form in my eyes. I had to look away when his next words left his mouth. "No Peyton that's were you're mistaken, we aren't mates and never will.." He didn't get to finish his sentence before I slapped him real hard. Dylan's eyes were turning from black to grey, it seemed like he was fighting his wolf. "I'm sorry I don't know what got into me" I said glum. "It's fine, I'm sorry for wasting your time have a great day Peyton" He said but turned around and did some fist bump thing with Brent and left.

 Right when he left, I broke down and cried. Brent just stared at me with sympathy in his eyes. "Peyton stop crying" he said. All I could let out were broken sobs and a few words saying it hurts. "I know baby, I know" he said pulling me into a hug where I wet his shirt with my tears. "Don't worry Peyton, I have a plan" was all he said before he kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. "What plan?!" I screamed, my throat burning from crying. But it was to late he was already down the hall. So I let myself fall to the ground and weep like the pathetic person I was.