OLD VERSION: Amendable (Book 3 in the Original SOCIETY Series) ✔

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I know that I'm definitely confused of what's been going on between Easton and I.... but I would be in utter denial if I wasn't something along offended of seeing Easton kissing Leo the way he was. With such desperation.

What few times we've been making out hasn't gotten out to anyone, so I couldn't blame Valentine when I heard the confusion in his voice when asking, "You alright, Kale? You look a little pissed."

My jaw clenched tighter, eyes narrowing when Easton apparently used his Were hearing and could hear from the distance he was at. He pulled back suddenly, his head turning as his gaze locked with mine and his eyes widened a little. He blinked a few times, not sure what to do, seeing how his Adam's Apple bobbed up and down with the hard swallow he did.

My eyes shifted in a glance to Leo whose brown eyes were now on me. From going to a stunned look, now there was that smug look of his with a raised brow and pursed mouth to the side that irked me even more. Leo scrunched his nose just to add a little more to insult.

Deciding to ignore that puny Werewolf, I looked back to Easton who was still looking like a deer in headlights.

Shutting my eyes with a frown when Valentine asked if I was alright again---even placing a hand on my shoulder--- I shook my head and barely shot him a glance when muttering, "I'm fine!" before shrugging his hand off.

I turned turned away to round the corner to head back to the entrance. I heard the fading, "Red! Red, hold on! Dammit, wait!" but my feet kept moving, rushing me towards the door and shoved it open with more force than necessary. It slammed to its extent and someone inside shouted, "Easy, kid!" before the door shut behind me.

I shook my head, grumbling how stupidly hard this friendship thing with Easton was going to work when he was making it difficult for me to keep things platonic. I'm not going to say that I have strong feelings, but there was definitely something that I felt during the few times that I've kissed Easton.

It was really God damn frustrating was what it was! How was I supposed to follow through with my scolding to Valentine of not giving up on Easton when he seems to just be using my friendship to take advantage and makeout with me?

I couldn't tell you what direction I stormed off in, to be honest, because I was just too annoyed to pay attention.

My eyes squeezed shut, my thoughts rushing back to when I was in my room with Easton and how damn good it felt with his fingers against my skin, and even more when they were drifting downward.

"Argh!"

I let out another frustrated cry as I whipped around and used a fist to punch against the trunk of a tree nearby.

"Fuck!"

I retracted my hand, holding it to my chest as the throbbing was pulsing up my arm. Gritting my teeth, I looked at my hand to see that I ripped the skin of my knuckles. I glanced up at the tree bark where I'd hit it at, then back to my hand that was red, shaking slightly, and bleeding a lot more than I expected. But with the force of the punch, I could see why.

I lowered my hand, wincing as I tried to stretch out my fingers but it hurt too much. I already knew it'd bruise, not for as long as Thea would since I was a full-blooded Advanced Hunter, but I did still have human qualities, and bruising was one of them.

Muttering under my breath, I looked around me, noticing that I walked about a block and a half from the diner. Frowning, I tried to figure out where I could go to just think for a while. I remembered Thea had pointed out all her favorite spots as a kid growing up.