Astronomical (girlxgirl)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine (Rose's POV)

I paced back and forth in front of Nate's unmade bed, "What the fuck do I do?"

I could feel my eyes darken as my emotions skyrocketed out of my control; I barely refrained from throwing Nate's desk across the room.

Nate's only response was an irritated sigh. I was tempted to punch him in the mouth for making light of the situation, "You barged into my house, had me worried there was a real emergency, and now you want my advice?"

I snarled viciously at him, beyond words. I couldn't even calm down enough to open the mind link and explain to him.

Nate slumped back against his headboard, "You kissed your mate – it isn't a big deal". I could tell that if I weren't so worked up, he would tease me about my 'overreaction'.

I continued to wear a path into the grey carpet, struggling to find the right words to express my emotions, Why the fuck is it so hard to explain myself?!

"It's like that news article about that man suing that woman because when they had sex and got married at Vegas, she wore makeup and looked beautiful – then the next day she wiped it all off, and he realised she was ugly!" I burst out, glaring at my best friend, hoping desperately that he understood what I was trying to say.

It took him a moment to connect the dots in my convoluted example, his navy eyes wary, "You mean like entrapment?..."

"Yes!" I exclaimed, continuing to move back and forth – trying to channel some of the emotional tornado raging inside me. "Skye doesn't know I'm a werewolf. She kissed me thinking I was human Rose, and that maybe we could be girlfriends; she knows nothing about wolves and mates and the bond and all the other shit!" I could tell that I wasn't explaining things as well as I usually could have, but I was too keyed-up to care.

Nate sighed again, rubbing tiredly at his eyes – I took a step towards him and bared my teeth, "Don't act all blasé – this is a big deal!"

He held up his hands defensively, knowing that if he pushed too far, I would break him. "You're worried that you kissed Skye under false pretences, and that if you were to tell her our secret, she would think you're a monster and regret kissing you?"

I nodded vehemently, "But if I told her before we kissed that I was a werewolf, she would probably run away screaming, and never give our relationship a chance... But by waiting for her to get attached to me – maybe even love me – before telling her, seems way too selfish! It's inevitable; the second she finds out, everything we have been working towards is over" I clenched my fists, seeing no logical way out of my predicament.

How have I gone from not wanting a mate to worrying that Skye will reject me over the course of one week?

I couldn't stand the emotions firing through my body anymore – I let them out against the wall with my fist and then swore loudly when I felt my knuckles break.

I looked at the massive hole in the plaster, cracks spider-webbing around it, and didn't feel any better.

"I wish I could say that that's the first time you've had a hissy-fit and broken something of mine – but I can't", Nate sounded calm, almost resigned, as he darted downstairs to get me an ice-pack.

The break would heal within the hour, but it felt good to clench something in my hands; the cold ice-pack bit into my skin, tethering my chaotic mind.

"Sorry", I muttered, more guilt piling onto the overflowing trash heap inside me.

"It's fine", Nate tried to smile, but let it drop when he saw that I was still frowning.

I suddenly felt drained of all energy, and collapsed down on the bed next to him, "What the fuck do I do, Nate?" I whispered, hoping irrationally that my best friend had the answers.