what mateS?? (boyxboyxgirl)

Chapter Six | Ice Cream

Picture of Mason.

(Quick editor's note. I was watching American Assasin while editing, and I need someone to fangirl with because Dylan O'brien is my LIFE. )

Lana's pov.

Well, she succeeded in hitting me, and, man, was she strong. It wasn't something you would expect when you first see her.

"He is mine," she screamed. This is actually pretty sad. She is obviously obsessed with him. Maybe she just couldn't help it. I mean, he's very hot.

She swung again, but I was quick to duck so she missed me. Well, maybe she's just a bitch. I straightened my back and looked down at her.

"Just mind your own business," I stated coldly. I am so going to get in trouble for talking to a higher ranking like that.

Her face became red, very red. I think that no one has ever talked back to her, especially not an omega. She tried to slap me but was stopped when a voice boomed through the halls.

"Stop it, Chelsea. Everybody walk away, even you. I want to talk to the omega alone."

I felt the power from his voice, not as strong as Daniel's or Jack's, but still very strong. He must be the third in command. Chelsea gave me one last dead stare and walked away, swaying her hips way too much in the process way too much. I'm kind of terrified that her hips might fly away. It seems like only I noticed because the rest of the people went to their classes.

"Hi. I'm sorry about Chelsea; she has this crazy crush on Daniel. She annoys everyone, mostly Daniel. I'm Mason, by the way." I looked his way. He had short brown hair, blue eyes, and he looked like he might be a body-builder, but a cute body-builder.

"Don't worry about it. What did you want to talk about?" I stared at the ground while speaking, trying to show him respect.

"Please look up. It's kind of irritating when people do that, and I wanted to know how you were since both the alpha and beta took interest in you. I also wanted to ask if maybe you would like to go get some ice cream?"

"I'm sorry, and I like ice-cream. Why they took interest in me, you'd have to ask them." I answered honestly. Okay, to be honest, I've never had ice-cream, but it looks nice.

"Well, let's go get some ice-cream at Debby's."

Debby's was a restaurant on this street, most of the werewolves hung out there, so it's obvious I had never been there.

"Uhm okay, but why do you want to hang out with me? I mean, I am still an omega." We began walking to Debby's, enjoying the warm weather.

"I think you're cool, and I find you kind of funny because you backfired at Chelsea. Like, seriously, nobody likes her. The only good thing about her is that she's good in bed."

"Dude, I don't have to know your sex life, especially with her." My face scrunched up in disgust. That's when I realized I had just been disrespectful to the third in command, but the only thing he did was laugh.

"See, omega, I already like you. Most girls I talk to just want to be in my sex life, but you just don't want to know a thing about it." He said still laughing his face turning slightly red, only for him to turn serious. "Are you a lesbian?"

"What," I screamed, "I'm not a lesbian! Not that I don't like lesbians. Lesbians are cool and all, I just-" He laughed loudly and cut me off, trying to breathe properly as he wheezed.

"Don't worry, blondie. I was kidding." I looked at him angrily, but when I saw the big smile on his face, I started to laugh too. We had finally reached Debby's.It was a quaint old place with a slightly modern vibe to it. It was cute.

"Okay, blondie, which flavor do you want? It's on me." I looked ashamed to the ground.

"Uhm, Mason, I've never had ice-cream." I played with my fingers nervously.

"It's ok, blondie. I'll get you a flavor."

"Thanks." I smiled at him. I sat down at a table next to the window and watched Mason as he got our ice-cream from a nice looking elderly lady. "Thank you, Debby." He said.

"It's always a pleasure to see you, dear." She smiled at him and he smiled back enthusiastically. He looked kind of adorable. I have to say, he wasn't the worst looking guy, but my mates were still hotter.

"Here you go, blondie. I got you a chocolate ice-cream. The best there is."

"Thanks." I took a careful lick of my ice-cream. "Oh my God. This is delicious." I stated happily.

"I know, right." He chuckled easily. Then, his smile faded, and I could see he was talking to somebody through mind-link, his eyes glazed over. Then, his face became aggressive.

"Blondie, we have to go. There are some problems in the pack house. I promised myself that I would look after you, so you're coming with me."

"Okay, do I have to turn into my wolf?" I asked him while following him out of the shop. I wanted to cry as I threw away the delicious ice cream.

"No, if we ride my motorcycle, we'll get there faster," he said as we sprinted back to school. Since we're werewolves, it didn't take long. There must be something really wrong for him to be so serious. When we reached the school, he unlocked a black motorbike that would normally be used for racing. I didn't really have time to be scared as Mason tossed me his helmet and helped me on. Soon, we were speeding away.

I held onto him tightly as we raced down the road, going over two hundred miles per hour. It was terrifying. When we reached the pack house, he screeched to a stop, almost knocking me off in the process.

I got off the bike quickly and threw my helmet off. I was going to scream at him for driving so fast, but I cut myself off abruptly, sniffing the air furiously. What was that smell?

Mason growled and opened the door to the pack house, and I immediately recognized the smell. It was blood and a lot of it.

It was my mate's blood.