(CHAPTER SEVEN)
‘Class is inevitable’ Gabby purred through the mind link. Yes purred. The lucky cow was spending the day at home with her killer; not literally that is.
Gabby found her mate. He was absolutely stunning and apparently very good in the sack as Gabby filled me in on her sexual encounters - whilst she was experiencing them. He was the nerdy kind of guy: shy, quiet, and really, really smart.
She was extremely lucky that girl. She had a mate that loved her unconditionally, a mate that was there for her, a mate that didn’t reject her. Also, her wolf hadn’t shunned her.
I hadn’t heard from her since that night at dinner, which was a week ago.
I hadn’t seen, or heard from Mr. Maas - my mate - and his irritable wife, Elizabeth, during the whole time, and I have got to say it was amazing. Usually people find comfort being with their mates, I did not. Because whenever my mate was around, Elizabeth usually was too. The only time he was without her was in class, and of course then we couldn’t exactly have the conversation we – I – wanted.
I sat in my usual seat in the back. The corner seat was emptier than it should have been. I knew the reason was because Gabby wasn’t seated in it, but it felt different. Almost like, without Gabby by my side, I was hollow. That Marissa Hart wasn’t there in her body or anywhere at all.
I let my hair cover my face and shield me from any unwanted attention. With Gabby not here, I was fair game for anyone. Not that I was a victim without my best friend, not that I was a victim at all, but I just felt dismayed. Like something bad was going to happen. Like my mate walking in with Elizabeth in tow.
She was so preppy and so fake that I literally felt like hanging myself with the tied up, pink cashmere sweater that was neatly placed over her shoulders. Her white blouse and beige pencil-skirt combo made me want to chunder. From the tips of her honey coloured head to the expensive shoes on her feet, she looked sickly sweet and innocent, but from the way she fucking him with those deep blue eyes said otherwise.
At the front of the classroom, they stood together; flaunting themselves to everyone in the class, but mostly to me. My heart contorted and the pure anger I was feeling flowed through every single one of my teeth, making them cane.
Through the bond, that I wished I didn’t have every day, I let my feelings show through. I was particularly directing them to Gabby, because the bond could be heard by anyone, but the mate bond got in the way and Mr. Maas ending up receiving my murderous thoughts.
I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I felt the way I did. He was supposed to be my mate in the first place; my mate. The possessive nature of our wolves took over on this kind of thing. It was like a reflex, something you always did when your buttons that were known as your limits, were pushed.
“Good morning class. I’d like you to meet my wife: Elizabeth.” He said hesitantly, sending an apologetic look my way. I turned to my left and right confused. Was he looking at me? I shrugged slightly and returned to the front. He obviously thought my shrugging was a sign of forgiveness so he returned to his introductory speech. Oh boy was he wrong.
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God could she drag on... Here, the entire class has been sitting listening to Elizabeth talking about the upcoming school festival. She might as well have told her life story whilst she was up there considering how much time she was wasting. Her speech was only half-done and school had ended five minutes ago. By the time she’d have finished, my bus would have already gone past my house and continued on its route.
I tapped my fingers impatiently on the desktop. I was seething in frustration and the poor desk had to be my victim. Everyone else in the classroom looked like they were about to gouge out their own eyes and eat their ears if it meant not listening to her drabbling on.
I decided to what any normal person would do. I raised my hand.
“Excuse me?” I called up to the front of the class. I don’t know if she heard me or not, but she continued yapping away.
“Ex-cuse me,” I called louder. She finally stopped talking and looked at me, then to her husband, my mate.
“Yes?” She asked daintily. I wanted to vomit.
“I’d like to get home now. I’ve already missed my bus; if I don’t leave now then I won’t get home before the sun goes down.” I almost snapped at her. She cocked her head to the side and raised a perfect eyebrow.
“Hmm, that would be a shame.” Was that sarcasm I detected there? Bitch, two can play at this game.
I stood up from my desk and collected my things. I brushed down my skirt, wiping away any dirt on my uniform. I smiled sweetly at her as I walked up to the front of the classroom and made my way out of the class.
“You can’t leave the classroom, you haven’t been dismissed.” She called. I turned to look at her over my shoulder.
“School’s over, and you aren’t my teacher.” And with that I walked down the hall and threw my things in my locker before making a hasty escape.
(Short ass chapter, and I'm sorry for the spaces but at least it's been posted. I'm still editing the chapters so it might be a while until I post again. Thanks for waiting patiently!)
