Soulmated: Love me Alpha

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"What am I going to do?" I murmured to myself, looking around the house for something to entertain myself. 

I sat down at the kitchen table, putting my head down. "I'm . . . so . . . bored," I said in a croaking voice.

Knock knock!

I perked up, feeling my heart race a little. Someone was at the door. I ran to it, so excited to have company that I didn't think to look at who was the one knocking before I threw the door open. There stood a familiar face, tall with wavy strawberry blonde hair. She held a plate of frosted cookies.

"Hi!" Mandy said, a big smile lighting her face.

I found myself smiling a genuine smile, something I hadn't done for a week now. Finally, something to relieve my boredom, I thought to myself.

"Come in!" I said, making room for her to enter. As she came in I quickly shut the door behind her and led her to the kitchen to put the cookies on the table. We both took a seat. All the while I had a stupid smile on my face. I hoped my overexcitement didn't scare her off.

"How did you know where to find me?" I asked.

"My mom told me," she said. "She used to come here all the time when your mom was a kid and they used to play."

"Oh," I said, nodding. "So did you come here to hang out or to talk or . . ."

"Uh, actually, just to see how you're doing." She grimaced. "You know, since that whole mess with Curt and Fox. I know you're not used to seeing that kind of stuff."

"I'm fine but I'm just confused," I admitted. "What the hell was that all about? And do you know if Fox is okay? My mom just keeps telling me he is but I don't think she knows that for sure. And I haven't seen him since it happened."

"Oh, he's fine," Mandy shaking her head with a small smile. "He bounces back all the time like nothing happened."

"You say that like it happens a lot."

"Well, yeah," she said, looking uncertain.

"Really?"

She nodded.

"Oh," I said, nodding a little. "What was that whole fight about, anyway?"

She hesitated. "I don't know," she said, and I knew she was lying.

"Can you just tell me?" I asked almost pleadingly. "I mean, I don't get it. I'm so confused about everything and I don't know how to react to things. My mom won't tell me anything so please . . . just tell me." Mandy stared at the floor and bit her lip. "I don't care if it's something really bad," I said quickly. "I know we kind of just met but I feel like we could be really good friends. You can trust me. I won't tell anyone. I just want to know something; I don't like this feeling of being left out."

She took a deep breath and grimaced. "I . . . can't. I'm sorry. It's not my place. I don't have permission."

"Permission? Are you serious?" I asked with a raised brow. I didn't mean to sound so nasty to her because she seemed like the type to take everything to the heart but I couldn't help it. "What's that supposed to mean? Who is preventing you?"

"Please don't make fun of me," she said quiet voice.

"I feel like we're all a little bit more mature than this," I said, not letting up my harsh tone. I felt bad that she was starting to get offended but I would never get an answer by backing off. Slowly, I said, "Who's not letting you tell me, Mandy?"

She hesitated.

"Is it Curt?" I helped, my voice full of disdain. Tell me it is, I said in my head. Tell me it is and I swear... Mandy only nodded. "Oh my god," I said,"You too?"

Mindy narrowed her eyes a fraction. "You don't understand."

"You're right!" I said, letting out a wry laugh and throwing my hands up in the air. "I don't understand. But I'm trying to. So what's so bad about this?"

She looked confused but still on the defense. "About what?"

"About everything!" I exclaimed. "I've been talked about like I'm Curt's property and apparently I've lived here before and him and I were close friends. Fox can get the living crap beat out of him and no one goes to help him. The parents don't even seem to care about their kids actions or they might not even be able to control them. But why? What's wrong with you people?"

I had definitely pinched a nerve judging by the constipated look on Mandy's face. Her fists clenched. "There's nothing wrong with us, you stupid oblivious mutt," she sneered.

"What?" I asked my voice quieter than before. I felt like my anger-filled bubble just burst and deflated.

"Don't talk about our family like we have some kind of defect. You have no right. I don't care if one day you're going to be the one telling me what to do, you are going to have to learn to respect who and what we are," she said, each word that left her mouth drenched in acid.

I was too shocked to say anything back. Mandy took my silence as defeat and got up from the table and left, slamming the door shut behind her.