His Lying Mate

Chapter 5

Still almost two years ago

Jared

"Oh, look who's here!" Amely announced, her voice powerful. "Our orphan boy! Long time no see, orphan boy! How long has it been since the graduation ceremony? Three years? And here I thought people change and evolve in such a long period of time! How come you're still the same old poor orphan boy of our school?" She smirked, that familiar evil glint shining in her eyes. She looked like a monster. The most beautiful monster Jared had ever seen. Which made her the deadliest too.

Jared stopped mid-track and noticed the crowd's gazes were trained on him. Almost every single person here had studied in their high school or had been in the same class as either him or Amely. A chill ran up his spine, and he swallowed. Now he really couldn't move. He was stuck, just as Amely blamed him to be.

"Why don't you dance for us? You're in the middle of the room, aren't you? Come on, make some space for him!" she cooed, and people immediately listened to her, stepping away from him.

Now he was all alone, isolated, and frozen in horror. And this wasn't the first time. Amely enjoyed seeing him like this. Frozen in fear and humiliation. Was she the sadist who had claimed him? Had he found his tormentor?

Amely continued, "I remember the night of the basketball match and the stupid cock that danced for the team! It was really amusing! But I guess it was the best you could do when you didn't get accepted into the team! You could become their jokester!" She laughed and took a gulp of her wine.

The room erupted in amusement, and Jared blushed, anger starting to consume him. He balled his fists, his knuckles whitening. That night had been one of the worst and the best of his life. He broke his leg, slipping on the stairs in the saloon, and after that, Amely found him in the hospital and took care of him.

And here she was again. Her sinister half had taken control of her body and mind. Maybe it was time Jared's own brain started working and he dropped the girl like a hot potato. She was poisoning his heart.

"Fine," he grumbled. The laughter in the room was much stronger than his words, so he knew nobody would be able to hear him. "So be it. I'm putting an end to this. I've had enough of your games!" he growled, glaring at Amely, and her eyes widened a bit. He was sure she hadn't heard him, but was it possible that she read his lips?

...

When he left the much-needed shower, Jared found just the person he didn't want to see on his bed.

He threw the wet towel he had used for his hair, and it almost hit Amely's face. She grabbed it at the last second. Jared headed to one of his drawers and took a pair of boxers. When he turned around, the blonde mischief was still there, just staring at him.

"What? What do you want?" he growled in a husky voice. He was tired. Both emotionally and physically.

"Nothing." She shrugged with a small smile, but even a stranger could tell she was feeling uncomfortable. "I just came to see you."

"Well, I don't want to see you. Now if you may?" He twirled his finger, hinting at her to turn around so he could get dressed.

Amely let out a small sigh and stood up. She shifted to the slightly open window and stared at the curtains.

"Jared, I..." She turned to face him.

He jumped.

"Wow, who told you that you can look!" he spat and finished putting his boxers on.

A small smirk colored her face, giving her that devilish look. It reminded him of the way she had treated him again, of the cruel person she was when she was among her people.