Vampires Going to School (On Hold)

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Chapter 9

Alexandra's P.O.V.

I sighed. I don't know why, but he sounded so angry.

"Um, guys? I'll just go upstairs. Apparently, Austin was the one who slammed the door," I informed them as I ran upstairs.

Did I do something wrong? Why does he sounds so angry? I hope nothing's wrong.

When I got upstairs at my room (the door he slammed was my door), I opened my door, just to see him leaning at it, giving me an expression that says he doen't want to be pissed off, which, however, looks like he was.

It was kind of hot and scary. I know. Hot and scary, really? But he really looks scary looking at me like I did something, but at the same time hot, because he's leaning at my door in a sexy way.

"Done checking me out?" I blushed. I was checking him out? Well, that's embarrasing. Way to go, Alex!

"Well, I wasn't. So, when did you get back?" I changed the topic, because I won't certainly let him tease me. Also, because I'm concerned and worried.

For these past few days, he's always visiting his friend of his. I don't know who this 'friend' of his is, but I just get a bad feeling whenever he gets out of the house. 

"Really? I just got back." What the big H happened? He sounded mad when he telepathically talked to me. Now, he's all calm, like he didn't sound angry a while ago.

Well, that's just weird. I eyed him suspiciously.

Why is he acting so casual? Did something happened when he was visiting his friend? 

"Hey, Austin?" I got in my room, and sat down at the center of my bed. I looked at him, confused.

"Yes, what is it?" He walked towards my bed, and sat down at the bedside of my bed. Bedside of my bed? That's funny to read.

He looked at me curiously, and smiled. Damn, how can he smile like that? Like it can give you a million butterflies on your stomach. 

Oh, my daily orbs. That sounded cliche. 

"Why did you sound so angry a while ago?" I asked. I watched his expression. He looks bothered. I wonder why? Well, duh, because I don't know.

"Nothing," He said, a little to quickly.  Well, that's an answer I was looking for. Not.

Nothing is just an excusable answer. An answer, meaning 'I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it'. Meaning, in my opinion, a useless answer.

"Whatever floats your boat," I said as I looked into another direction. I frowned.

Yeah, I'm upset. Yeah, I'm so dramatic. And yeah, I'm so sensitive. However, that's because I'm his mate. I'm upset, dramatic and sensitive, because he won't tell me.

It's not like I'm pushing him to tell me. It's just so upsetting. I'm his mate, and he won't tell me. I need to know, so I can help. I want to help him.

My instict being his mate is telling me that. I'm worried.

It was like a few days ago, I was laughing my ass off because Robert wore something I can blackmail with. Now, I'm somehow restricted, not laughing as much. Is this a price I have to pay when I finally obrained my mate?

"Look, Alex. It's nothing for you to worry about. You trust me, right?" 

Trust.

The word 'trust' swirled in my head. Do I trust him? Do I trust my mate? Do I trust a guy, a guy who is my supposed 'mate', for only knowing him for a week and a half?