Her Given (Editing)

Chapter 18 - The Plot for Pure Blood

Ashton's POV

"I love you."

I sware; I almost said it. I almost said those words; those three words that are so little but mean so much. I know that I love her. Actually, I've known for a while. I'm pretty sure that I fell in love with her the moment I saw her; I was just too ignorant to realize it then.

I know that my brothers feel the same. I can see it on their faces, the way that they look at her. I don't know if they've come to fathom it yet as I have, but it is undeniable. They love her too. And, not that I'd ever confront him about it, I have heard Cole practice it in the mirror -- how he was going to confess his love to Avelyn.

I was so fucking happy that she'd said yes to our proposal, that she'd date all of us. Words can't even express how overjoyed I am at this moment. I just hope that she never realizes that she's far too good for me -- for us. And right now, I've come to a conclusion. I've concluded that she is my mate.

I know she is; there's no way I'd feel like this if she weren't. And I plan on telling her soon, along with those three little words. I just have to make it perfect; it has to be special for her -- my angel, my baby, my mate, my love.

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Avelyn's POV

We're all still sitting here, too ecstatic to move, and we're all still staring at each other with jubilant eyes. I don't think I've ever seen the boys look so happy, and I can't believe that I'm the one who made them feel like that. It makes me feel a sense of pride that I'm the reason they're wearing their handsome smiles.

I clear my throat to get rid of the silence. It's not awkward; in fact, it's a pretty comfortable silence. I just know that if someone doesn't say something now, we'll all probably be sitting here, smiling like dorks, until next week.

"So, what are we going to do this weekend?" I ask, clearing the silence.

It's officially the weekend, so that means no school. Thank the lord Jesus above. I hate school. I like to learn, but I hate school. Especially with all the people who talk shit about me behind my back, and all the guys who don't seem to know where my eyes are. The only way I am able to get through it is because I have my boys -- boyfriends -- and my bestfriend.

"I don't know, actually. What do you want to do?" Ash answers.

"It doesn't matter to me. As long as I'm with you guys, I'll be content with whatever."

Out of nowhere, Xavier's phone starts to ring, suprising everyone. I haven't seen any of the guys on their phones since I first met them, which is a surprise. Usually, all teenagers are constantly on their phones. Not me, though; I don't have one. My parents never found it necessary to get me one, as they don't give a shit what happens to me anyway. He glances at me, and pulls his phone out of his back pocket, holding it up to his ear.

"Hello," he answers.

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Xavier's POV

"Hello," I answer, confused. I read the caller ID, and it was as labeled 'Jack'. Jack is an old friend -- one we left behind when we left the pack. We were pretty close friends, all of us including Ashton and Cole, but he was nowhere near as close to us as we are with each other. Still though, I have talked to him a couple of times since then. In fact, I talked to him a couple of nights ago, and I told him about Avelyn. I'm just confused as to why he'd be calling me now.

"Hey, Xavier. It's me, Jack," he said.

"I know, Jack. I read the caller ID," I chuckled, still confused as to why he's calling me.