Theo's rules

- Her interference -

Nervous.

So, so nervous.

Why was I nervous!? Agh! I wanted to slap myself in the face.

I knew it was silly to be feeling this anxious especially considering the amount of things he and I have been confronted with but I couldn't contain the irritating emotion.

This is nothing! I dropped milk and lied straight to his face, someone who probably, most definitely has anger issues, hell I even publicly humiliated the man yet I have to mentally prepare to sit down and talk in a calm setting?

Wow. I do have issues. I really do.

Approaching Theo's house, I hesitated. Maybe I should've waited for a response from him... I texted him yesterday but he never replied which is why, fingers twitching, I stood on his property, staring at the wooden door with uncertainty.

I wanted to take it upon myself to sort my emotions. To clear the air. Be honest with one another about our feelings.

Deep breath. Think motivation... I'm a bad bitch. I stand my ground. I kick guys in the balls and I piss off one of the most scariest guys in our pack. I got this.

Knocking, I inhaled air through my nostrils, reminding myself to blink as I waited for the door to be opened. Greeting me to what will hopefully end in a make-out session.

Though, not with her.

I had half expected to see Mable staring back at me, not Amber. Who, raised her eyebrows as if she was implying I was some unwelcomed stranger who was trying to convince her to become a Jehovah Witness.

"Hi?" She said in a questioning tone, clicking her tongue and making me feel uncomfortable.

"Hey uh, is Theo here?" I asked, trying to be nice.

Tilting her head, she replied, "Is he expecting you?"

What the hell is it to her if my mate is expecting me or not? It's not her place to quiz me on that. He's not some business, big fancy CEO man i'm trying to score a meeting with. He's my man, I have every right to see him without giving her reason or putting in a time schedule with her.

Fuck, this is also why I'm getting pissed at the idea of him and her living together. At him still being so bothered by her. At her being so invested in him and around every corner in his life.

I'm jealous. I can admit it.

Still, trying to remain diplomatic, I replied with, "Well... not exactly but-"

"Okay, well, he's actually busy at the moment."

I blinked at her, pulling my head back in surprise at her harsh tone, words and expression. The way she cut me off. The way she dismissed me. The finality in her voice, like it's her right. Biting the inside of my bottom lip, I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Busy?"

"Yeah," She gave me a once over. I peeked down at my outfit too. Being warmer weather, I was only wearing high waisted shorts and an oversized shirt slightly tucked into them. Sorry miss glamorous. "Come back another time."

Slam.

She shut the door in my face. Hearing her click the lock shut, I stared in absolute shock at the painted wood.

What the absolute hell?

I understand he can't just drop everything for me. That he probably was busy since he didn't even reply to my text messages, but at 4 in the afternoon?

You know what? Fuck this.

Spinning on my heel, I walked down the pathway and towards my car.

Fuck that, I am NOT chasing him if he wants to play these games with me. I'm sick of the fact that he can do whatever but I have to always be answerable to him.