His Estranged Mate

Chapter 4: Memories

CATRINA

He's probably reliving the same moment because he groans and then closes his eyes as if he's in agony and then suddenly he's moving back as if I burnt him.

"We'll continue this conversation later," he whispers in a growl like voice and then walks out of the nurses' station.

I try to control my breathing, trying very hard to not let my disappointment and the hurt show on my face. Controlling my emotions is what I do and that's what I need to do to get through the day and not breakdown from the rejection.

It hurt like hell all those years ago but it hurts even more now when it's clear that we still are physically attracted to each other but he doesn't love me the way I did, still do.

A knock on the door brings me out of my thoughts and I straighten myself against the wall, composing my features before looking at the person.

Dr. Beaupre stands there looking at me with a concern filled gaze along with confusion marring his features. I clear my throat and go for a neutral conversation, not letting him question me.

"Yes, doctor. Do you need me?"

"Yes, actually. We have an emergency. Less staff of nurses so you might have to work an extra shift," he says and I sigh. I can't handle an extra shift, not now. Not when my emotions are all haywire and I'm exhausted.

"I am sorry, Dr. Beaupre. I already worked an extra shift last week. I need this weekend off," I request, trying to keep my voice as polite as possible. It's not his fault that the nurse staff is overburdened.

He frowns but then nods in understanding much to my relief.

"Okay. Let me know if you change your mind," he says before walking out.

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"Let's go out for lunch. I don't feel like attending the post-lunch classes," mutters Natasha from her seat across mine. I shrug, not saying anything because I don't want to go. I want to attend the next class, mainly because it is chemistry and also because I want to see that guy again. Chances are that I might see him, a senior, a new student who's gorgeous with a slightly sad aura around him but somehow feels approachable to me.

"Nah. I want to go dancing," mutters Annika playing with the pencil in hand.

"Yes, let's go dancing," adds Amy, sarcastically.

"We are still underage," I mutter. What are these girls? All of them, plastics. They want to go dancing, drinking and partying, sleeping around with boys, especially Natasha and Annika. Amy is one of the level-headed girls along with Victoria in our group whereas Adeline is just a go-with-the-flow kind of a girl. Flatter her a little and she'll do what you say. I consider myself a think-before-you-do-anything kind of a girl and am quite proud of my attitude, especially when I have a monster for a little sister who likes to tattle on me, every time.

"So what? Whoever's house is empty for the weekend will host a party and one of us will get the alcohol while another one gets the food," adds Denise who's all charged up now with her idea of a night out.

I don't like it. I don't want to drink, never felt the need to, and not at all when I am underage. I prepare myself to get out of here before anyone forces me to stay and include me in their shenanigans.

"Look, Catrina's all prepared to say no," says Annika, smirking evilly. That girl never liked me and I don't understand why I sit with them but it's like I don't want to be called the one who left the group. She can take her minions, Natasha and Denise, and go fuck all the boys in the school, except for the new boy, of course.