Unpredicted Mates

Chapter Twenty-Three

Dedicated to- naydream

"Annabelle,  Annabelle" Scott was gently shaking my arm 

"Yeah" I said unnecessarily annoyed at the innocent man trying to wake me. 

"We're back at the packhouse I thought I should wake you" 

"Thanks" It came out hoarsely but right now I wasn't in the mood to care. 

I opened the door and jumping to the floor feeling the dirt beneath my feet, slamming the door shut I used the sleeve of the dress to wipe my tear-streaked face and began walking towards the door. Opening it I jogged in, hoping to dodge any form of contact with anybody in Jake's pack. I was a woman on a mission and it was to get to Jake's room! Ignoring the one or two girls that I do pass in the halls, I make my way up the second set of stairs. 

"Annabelle" I heard the same soft voice of the boy who had been best friends with me since the party well I don't know whether he still thinks I'm his girlfriend actually. The memory making me smile. 

"Hi, Samuel" 

"What's wrong Annabelle?" 

"Nothing" I say bending down to give him a hug. 

"I need to get changed now but I'll see you later" 

"Okay bye Annabelle" he said watching me with a confused sad expression as I opened and closed Jake's door behind me. 

I slid down the back of the door feeling weak, annoyed and worse of all... Loved. 

I need to get out of here for an hour maybe longer, I just need to go. Anywhere. Richard! I'll visit him, see how he is. See what Scott meant about him still healing for next week. 

I looked down at my bare legs and the short dress I still had on, I wasn't going to be able to go in this. I should jog there, give me some time to think things over. I know I won't be able to leave until Saturday or Sunday and Jake's going to visit before then, so what can I do? 

Standing up and I pull the dress up my body and over my head, letting it drop to the floor. I looked to where I had left the bags this morning, where are they? They've gone. Looking around the rest of the room and I notice they've been put behind the oval mirror. Glancing to the bed sheets, they were now straight and in order. Someone had made it, someone had been in here and tidied up all my mess. 

I went to the bags and looking over them, picking out a pair of sweat pants from the pants bag. I pick out a random t-shirt from the shirt bag. Looking inside the shoe bag, there's just one box I haven't been in. Opening it up a smile touched my lips, just what I was hoping for, sneakers.

I slid the grey tracksuit pants up my legs, tying the strings tightly so they wouldn't fall down. The inside of the pants so smooth, I love the feel of tracksuit pants for the first few uses. I pulled the milky t-shirt over my head, ignoring the words on the front of it 'fab-you-lous'. The shirt is sleeveless and cool, not cool as in trend, cool as in my body will get more fresh air meaning I won't be sweating as much. 

Again I ignored the white bandage that went from my wrist to my elbow because right away it reminded me of Jake. I slipped the trainers onto my bare feet, I was trying to decide whether to borrow a pair of Jake's socks or not but with the whole situation going on I think it would be rude. 

The white trainers fitted perfectly what I wanted to know was how he knew all my sizes? I hadn't told him any of them. I pulled the bottom of the pants around the top of the trainers so my ankles weren't on show. I looked in the mirror at my new outfit, I was ready for the jog to Richards but then I noticed my tear-streaked face, I needed a little wash. Walking back over to the spot where my dress had fallen, I picked it up walking into the bathroom and throwing it into the half-empty basket. Some stuff was gone out of it, who did the cleaning around here?