The Worst Of Luck

Chapter fifteen

I walked back to the pack house, trying to shake off what just happened. Why the hell did Vincent have to show up? And why does Dylan have to be apart of this pack? Better question is; why did I ever come back here. I grabbed my clothes from the tree I left them behind, and changed, so I wouldn't have to walk into the house in a t-shirt and nothing else.
I walked in, to see Aidan playing with some of the other kids, and I decided to go to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. "Who are you supposed to be?" A cold voice said from behind me, as I was reaching out to grab a jar of Nutella. "I'm Olivia." I said, turning around, and sadly leaving my Nutella behind me. "Oh, that's right. Vincent's rejected mate." She said, amusement and cockiness dripping in her voice, and a smirk proud on her face. I rolled my eyes, and grabbed the Nutella, and some crackers, and left. I wasn't gonna waste my time on her. I walked back into my room, taking in all its glory. I had to admit, it was a really nice room. Probably the best part of moving into this house. I sat down on the couch, and turned on the tv, flipping through the channels. I decided on watching some Vampire diaries. "Ew you can't be with Damon." I muttered, picking up one of my crackers and throwing it at the tv, watching it crumble and hit the floor. Eh, I'd clean it up later. I've been sitting in my room for about an hour, watching tv, and avoiding certain people. But, I had to check up on Aidan, and I'd probably bring him back in here and watch some movie with him. I got off the couch, and left my room. Now, the last place I saw Aidan was in the living room. I thought as I made my way downstairs. I entered into the huge living room, that clearly costed a fortune, and looked to be carefully decorated. Along with basically every other room in this house. I found Aidan, sitting on the couch with the same little boy he had been with all day, they looked to be in the middle of something, so I decided to grab something from the kitchen and not interrupt the makings of a friendship. I went into the kitchen and grabbed some popcorn, before heading back upstairs. I resumed my episode of vampire diaries. "No! Ew they can't end up together!" I yelled, hopefully not too loud, before taking a handful of popcorn, aiming it for the tv, when someone knocked on my door, before opening it. I met the eyes of Vincent, who just stared back at me. With my fist full of popcorn aimed for the tv. I sighed before dropping the buttery goodness back Into the bowl, and turning my attention back onto him. "Can we talk?" He asked, looking rather tired today. I simply sighed, before nodding. He closed the door behind him, and walked over, plopping down onto the couch beside me. "I'm sorry for what happened today. I just...Well when I saw you guys together, dressed like that, something came over me." He muttered, refusing to look at me, but rather the floor beneath us. "Honestly it's fine. I don't really care." I said. Which was true, I was so done with all this crap at this point. "You mentioned something about Dylan cheating on you. Did you guys have a thing?" He asked quietly, his gaze still on the floor. "He was my best friend. And then in sophomore year, he asked me out. That day he became my best friend, and boyfriend. We were three years strong, when I caught him with the schools slut. A month after that, it was the first day of senior year. The first day I met you." I said, the memories replaying in my mind as if we were talking about yesterday's problems. I never properly healed the wounds these two boys caused, I never got closure. Instead i lost hope In love. Even with the ones who were made to love you. I saw some sort of regret and sympathy wash over Vincent's face. "Taylor. She was my best friend, and girl friend of five years. Before she cheated on me, with my ex-best friend. After that, I've just slept around. Never got to close." He said, I could tell talking about this hurt him. I guess he never properly healed from his heartbreak either. This world is honestly so screwed up, we all just go around hurting each other. Not realizing the damage we've actually caused. I mean Vincent rejected me two and a half years ago, and I'm still hurting because of it. They say with time, things get better. But I find it makes it worst. The more days that go by, the more I have to remind myself that I won't have mate. That I'll never find someone who will truly complete me, and that I will truly love. "Well then, I guess you know the pain of a heartbreak." I said, watching his jaw clench for reasons unknown to me. "I'm sorry. For everything. I...I was young and stupid. I know that's not an excuse. Nothing I say will make any of this okay. But it's not because I don't want to be with you, or because I don't find you worthy or beautiful enough. It's because I'm scared to love. Because with love, comes pain. And I don't know if I can put myself through that again." He whispered, finally meeting my gaze. I could see the emotions pooling in his chocolate brown eyes. Pain, despair, regret, and fear. It's the most emotion I've ever seen visible on him. He seems to be the closed off type. Only today, he was being rather honest about his emotions. "Don't you think we all are? No one wants to get hurt. No one wants to have there heartbroken. But with every good thing in life, comes a consequence. I've lost so many people I care about, that the only people I allow myself to care for is Aidan and my best friend Emily. Sometimes in life, we have to take risks in order to receive the good things. I've spent so long running from my pain, pushing it so far down that all I have left is a hollow, empty, hole in my heart. And I don't think I can handle another heartbreak, but I also don't think I can handle living the rest of my life with this cold and empty feeling." I said, being completely honest with him. What do I have to loose anyway? I'm stuck with the moron for god knows how long, might as well admit what I'm thinking on the inside. "Do you think you could give me a second chance?"