Hunter stares at me as if I’ve just told him that clouds are made of cotton candies and chocolate milk actually came from brown cows. Then he runs his hands through his hair and over his face, blinking hard in disbelief a few times.
“Oh goddess, Genesis…” he mutters. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Nobody deserves that from their mate. Nobody. That’s…messed up…even for Logan.”
“Yeah…and to think that I’ve been saving myself for my mate. This is what I’m getting,” I mumble, not caring if I’m giving off too much information to a guy I barely know.
“Look, Genesis, I think Logan messed up big time,” he says. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re smart, kind, and beautiful, and funny, any guy would be lucky to have you as his mate. I know, I would’ve been very happy if you were mine. I was hoping that you were my mate before…I’m sorry, that’s probably an inappropriate thing for me to say.” His cheeks tinged with pink. His liquid brown eyes fixed on his black biker boots.
“No. Thank you for saying that, Hunter, that’s….the nicest thing anybody ever said to me,” Ismile at him sadly.
***
“Genesis!” hisses Mia. Oh goddess, really? “You and I, we need to talk.”
I’m really starting to hate that word, talk. Nothing good happens when people tell you they want to “talk“. Especially not today. Not for me.
Her two minions grip my arm on each side and push me into an empty classroom behind me.
No, no, no…“Sure, what’s up?” I flash her a big fake smile while the two bitches shove me hard against the wall.
“What’s that? Well, well, well…look at here,” Mia pulls the collar of my jacket down, revealing the hickeys Logan gave me yesterday and this afternoon. “I see you’ve been whoring around. Not so pure after all, are we?” She smiles like a cat that just ate a canary. Then she sniffs.
“Wait, is that Logan I smell on you???” she yells. “It’s Logan, isn’t it? I thought I smelled you on him yesterday. You’re all over him again today weren’t you? You whore!”
“No, he’s all over me.” I can’t resist smirking.
“Aaarghhh!!!” she screams. Her palm smacks on my cheek hard. Her sharp nails graze my skin. Bitch!
“Listen, bitch.” she says as she grips my hair and pulls it back roughly. “Stay away from Logan. He’s mine, you hear? Touch him again and the next time, and I won’t be so forgiving.”
“Trust me, I don’t want him, but…maybe you’re not good enough, that’s why he keeps coming back for me.” I give her another big fake smile.
Mia loses it then, she has her minions holding me still as she kneed me in the stomach several times before she leaves.
Ughh..me and my bigmouth!
Oh wow! Lucky me. I feel so popular today. Everybody seems to want to “talk” with me. I’m missing one class already. I’m currently hiding out in the washroom. Cowardly, I know, but I need a minute to myself. If another person wants to talk to me today, then I’ll lose it for
sure.
I examine my face by the mirror above the sink. My makeup is mostly all gone. Some stain of mascara and eyeliner smudges underneath and at the corners of my eyes. Very attractive. My left cheek is red and a bit swelled with scratches and dried blood from Mia’s nails.
I lift my shirt up and softly trace the bruises already forming on the bruises I had before when Logan was having his fun.
I wash my face and fix the jacket so that nobody can see the red blotches that Logan gave me. Then the bell rings. Ughh… I need to get to class. But what I really want to do right now is go home and hide from the world.
When I walk down the hallway to my chemistry class later, I’m almost positive that I see all the three lycans, Lazarus, Caspian, and Constantine turn their heads to look at me. Only briefly. Then they’re looking away again as if I didn’t exist. But then, maybe I was mistaken. Maybe they were looking at something behind me.
I shrug it off as I slip into Chemistry and spend the next 40 minutes trying to understand and figure out the Henderson–Hasselbalch equation.
