One mate and a Rejection novel Chapter 20

PART 1 Chapter 20 — 01
Sleep has been beyond absurd.

It was almost silly to have expected a night full of peace and rest.

Listening to the endless choked sobbing of my mother as she pleads my dad to return,only to have the voicemail limit cut short.

It hurt me that she was in this much pain,and it hurt even more knowing I couldn't do anything about it.

The everlasting times my mother has called my dad,only to receive no progress tells me that he won't pick up even if I call.

Jason is gone,careless to whatever is going on here,while being captured by Amanda's hypnotizing allure.

Although the shattering pieces of my mother's heart imprisoned my every thought,my worry for Blade lay fresh at the side of my mind.

I still wondered what happened at the meeting.

Are they running Blade's pack to a different territory? Maybe his pack is our look—out now,acting as our protectors as punishment.

Surely keeping the enemy safe would be torture enough for them.

I listened to the last words that left my mother's lips before she fell into yet another tearful mess.

A voice mail later,a possible bottle of wine and two or more hiccups every couple of seconds.

The stress was constant in my mind.

The morning rolled around as slowly as possible and for the first time I had witnessed everything that happened outside in process.

The moon went up,then it went down.

The sun went up,and lit the whole sky.

Simple as that yet more slowly than anything.

I got up,extra early and put on anything that smelled clean.

I washed my face,and brushed my teeth, making sure everything was...presentable before heading to school.

My eyes roamed over the parking lotsscanning every face,passing even Jared's and not hesitating once.

I couldn't help but notice the absence of Blade.

His pack was here,but where is he? The rest of the school day passed by fast and I was met with disappointment every time I looked past a face that wasn't Blade's.

I couldn't understand why I had to see him so much.

It's sillyreally,developing feelings for an enemy.

I had no feelings just...stirrings.

Possible pleasure when I'm near him that may or may not be because of him.

Just...silly little emotions that would have never developed if he never saved me from that guy in the closet.

Besides,I have a mate.

Lunch rolled around fast and I found myself already in Dramalistening to Mrs. Spencer's smooth,wise voice.

Today,she was dressed in an odd suit,the colors of soft bamboo striped with creamy white,fingering an old umbrella polka dotted light pink and brown.

Her bright orange hair was set in a French braid,tight and painful,as usual,but with no doubt,flawless.

I watched as two people performed their dialogues,relieved that it wasn't one of love.