Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Six: Moving to Maine

Song: Pillowtalk by Zayne

Ridge-

Cayne and Dylan come into my room, shamelessly pouncing on my poor couch and opening my TV. 

"Get out," I growl, tossing my backpack on the bed as I strip to my boxers and change to sweatpants. 

"Ooh, someone's in a bad mood," Cayne calls out, flipping through my channels and completely ignoring my request. 

"Just go, seriously, I want to get to bed and sleep, leave, now,"

"Who are you and what have you done with Ridge?" Dylan calls out, grinning. I curse under my breath as Jack comes waltzing into my room, smirking. 

"Okay, so I was at Tate's," Jack starts before Dylan cuts him off. "No details, I don't want to know what you do with my best friend,"

"I wouldn't share with you anyway," Jack snaps back. "Anyway, she was furious and kept muttering something about screwing up your face, what did you do?"

And of course Tate told him, they're fucking lovebirds--last thing anyone would have expected but it's true. Cara, Tate's older sister, had been Jack's first mate, but she had killed herself, because later, as Jack found out from Tate, that she had cheated on him and gotten pregnant in the process. After Cara died though, Jack had disappeared for three years, and coming back finding Tate his mate. Needless to say that didn't go well since Tate hated Jack. But all was right in the world because now they're fucking. 

I groan. "It probably has something to do with rejecting North,"

Cayne begins coughing up his beer, spitting everywhere. "Come again?" Dylan sounds dazed. 

"Well see, it was--"

"You're--North--but she's...she's North," Jack says, also sounding dazed. "You're mates with North, and you rejected her?"

"Fuck," Cayne mutters, shaking his head. Dylan's mouth is still wide open. Jack scowls. "Ridge, Tate is going to kick your ass so hard you'll be flying to Maine," 

Just then, Tate comes in, furious. Carrying Levi, six months old now, who is tugging on her hair and giggling, putting his fist in his mouth. 

Levi is by the far the cutest kid I've ever seen. Being werewolf, while only being seven months he looks like he's one year old because werewolf kids grow faster. Despite having Tate's eyes, he's all Jack other than that, his mess of dark hair, his nose and mouth, all my brother. And I really would want to take her seriously, but it's impossible with that kid in her arms.

"I'm going to kick your ass so hard you'll be flying to Connecticut!" she screeches, causing Levi to giggle again. His eyes land on me and he claps. 

"Uncwe Idge!" he howls and Tate's eyes soften as he begins reaching for me. She hands him over and soon he's tugging on my hair, having me wincing. 

"As I was saying! What the hell did you do to North?"

I flinch at her demanding tone, ruffling Levi's hair as he screeches. "Well...um...what did she say?" Knowing this I would know exactly what to keep from Tate. 

"She didn't say anything! That's the problem! Her birthday was a week ago and after celebrating that morning she took off, and then when I finally get in touch with her again today, which coincidentally happens to be the first day of senior year for both of you, she's silent as stone! Which is not North at all, since when is North silent!? She isn't very talkative but she's never just stony and silent! It had to be one of your ridiculous comments about her job, either you or those sick sluts you hang around! Cayne, help me out here!"

"Hey, why not me," Jack protests.

"Because you'll cause more damage than benefit, baby," she says like he's a two-year-old. 

"Ouch," Jack mutters. 

"Um, she pretty?" Cayne volunteers awkwardly. I glare at him. 

"See? North is hot, like model level gorgeous, and she's crazy smart too, and sweet--granted she might not look it--but she is! She's a bit dark, and yes, only wears black , but she's been through shit! Shit you can never--"

"Tate," Jack raises his voice seeming panicked, but Tate doesn't listen. "And it was terrible and you have no idea what she's--"

"Tate!"

"What?" she huffs, turning to Jack. 

"I don't think you should tell him," Jack says shrugging, taking his son from me as a soft smile meets his lips when Levi grins. Tate's eyes widen and she grimaces. 

"Tell me what?"

"Nothing, it's not like you deserve to know anyway! Now, what did you do?"

I grimace and Cayne, grinning volunteers an answer. 

"Someone turned out to be his mate, and he rejected her,"

Tate frowns. "Who was it? That's really stupid, Ridge? Maybe she would have been awesome once you had gotten to know her. But what does this have to do with North?"

"Well see it would have nothing to do with North," Cayne says, winking at me as I shake my head. "Had North not been the mate,"

"WHAT???!!!" She screeches. Even Levi winces. 

***

Tate-

"JACK, PUT ME DOWN!" I bang on Jack's back some more, but he completely ignores me. I'm still thrown over his shoulder as he walks away from Ridge's room, the same position I was thrown in when I started exploding.

 How could he? Ridge is such a stupid idiot! This is North. Thoughtful North, beautiful, sincere, blunt North that's dealt with more crap than he could ever explain or understand! How could he...god, such a doofus.  

Jack throws me on his bed and puts his arms on his hips, staring me down as I glare at him. "Baby, you have to calm down,"

"Your brother is an idiot!"

"Yeah, but he won't lose his teeth for it, can you just think for a minute?" he says gently, sitting next to me. 

"This is North! Jack...he is so stupid!"

"Uh, yeah he's my brother and I know it, but you have to calm down and solve this the right way," he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me in close. 

"Okay," a thought hits me. I begin smiling. "Okay,"

Jack must have detected a change in my second okay because he looks at me warily, scooting away. "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing," I say dreamily. 

"Tate, don't lie, you have that face on,"

I blink innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about,"

"Oh come on, that idea face. You will NOT be Emma, I will not let you be Emma!"

"Uh...Emma...wait...Jane Austen's Emma?"

"Yes, that Emma, who else?" he grunts. 

I smirk. My man reads, add to that he reads Jane Austen, why do I find that sexy? 

"Yeah, I will not let you be an Emma! Got that?"

"Who is she anyway?"

"Tate. No. Emma. Let them figure this out themselves,"

"Whatever,"

But being the Tate that I am, I don't really plan on listening to my man. 

Ridge Monroe you are going to fall hard, so damn hard for the girl you let go.