My Boyfriend Is a Liberal Arts Student (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 3 Whatever You Like

Author’s Note: Ahh, things sure are getting rocky aren’t they? Oh, make sure you read this chapter someplace private because… well, you’ll see. This time Whatever You Like by Anya Marina is the music choice for the chapter. The acoustic version works too.

-Julian-

A few smug faces turned J.P.’s way and I almost spoke my mind when Jonathan’s oversized hand clamped horizontally across my mouth. J.P. stood where he was looking like neither the sky or ground existed anymore. I didn’t even know how he was still standing.

I was sure not even J.P. knew.

The woman was still speaking and I nodded my head to let Jonathan know I was going to stay quiet. J.P. and I might not have been close, but that didn’t mean I didn’t taste the betrayal he tasted. What I’d been through with my ex Taylor was merely relative.

Maybe that was why Godsey was always so distant from J.P. and why he tried so hard to push away. But why did everything from last New Year’s Eve seem so…?

Jonathan took his hand away from my mouth as the woman went on and on about first generation this and first generation that. Oh and how important it was to keep the second generation alive. Because apparently, this Shawna who was wearing a traditional white gown stared stoically ahead at the crowd, and Michael were about as close as the original werewolf bloodline as they could get, were left. In the entire world. Out of the five original families.

The woman started to go on mentioning other names that included the twins (fifth generation) and how responsibilities will soon fall to them someday. From third generation and down, they could love who they wanted when they wanted. Even though it would be frowned upon. For people like Shawna and Michael, they had no choice.

So here was Michael Godley, a prince, on his way to becoming a true king, in his perfectly pressed white suit, blue tie. I understood he didn’t actually want to be up there, but why did he apparently invite J.P.? To make sure the knife twisted as crudely as possible?

No… maybe this was the only way he knew how to tell J.P. since…

I turned to Tyler who was so pale he could pass for a ghost than a werewolf. His eyes spoke the word traitor and the phrase, how could you do this, over and over again. I was sure my face showed nearly the same thing. My hands balled into fists. J.P.’s eyes swam with tears.

When J.P. turned and was about to walk away Nathan had to stop him. “Stop you don’t know what you’re doing!” He whisper yelled. “Any of these freaks would love a chance to rip you apart at the chance! Don’t give them the opportunity because they can and they will do it without blinking! No one shows disrespect to the Gypsy Queen!”

Gypsy’s had a queen? A Gypsy had this much say in a wolf pack? Er, all these werewolves or werewolf packs, whatever they were. Amber never told me that. Then again why would she? It was awfully hypocritical of them since I thought all Gypsy’s hated or didn’t trust werewolves be they bitten or born. Mostly they disliked the bitten.