She Can't Be Your Mate novel Chapter 39

"Devina!" I heard Gillie call from down the hall.

"Hey sorry. I got caught up with something." We walked into the crowded cafeteria together and my eyes nearly bulged. Every single table was filled with laughing and shouting teenagers. "Is it always like this?" I tried to whisper, but it was no use. I couldn't even hear myself talk.

"Yup. Let's go, Henry saved us some seats." She lead me to the back and plopped down next to Henry. They exchanged a brief kiss and Henry put his arm around her shoulders and pulled Gillie into his side. Once again, I felt jealous at the intimacy.

"Hey guys, I think I'm just gonna go home early." Gillie frowned and shook her head. "I'm done with all my classes anyways."

"No! How are you going to get back home?" Home.

"I'll call Za- Dylan. He'll come." I gathered all my things up, hugged them goodbye and hurried outside. Pulling my phone out, I groaned. I don't even have Dylan's number. Without hesitation, I texted Zane.

"Hey, where r u?" I texted and hit send. Within seconds my phone chimed and I looked at the message.

"None of ur business." It read. My heart dropped and I turned my phone off. Guess I'm walking. I was glad he said that it would be super awkward if I asked him for a ride. I hugged my sides and started walking towards the house.

"Need a ride?" I heard someone pull up next to me and ask. I turned to look at the boy and smiled.

"No thanks. I'm almost there." He nodded but continued driving slowly next to me. "Thanks though." I tried to send him a hint but he just chuckled.

"I'm not just going to let someone like you walk all alone. I'll just drive slowly next to you until you get to your destination." I raised my eyebrows.

"Someone like me?" He grinned and nodded.

"Yeah, beautiful." My face flushed as he complimented me. More like flirted, but I'll let it slide. "Come on. Just let me give you a ride. I won't try anything." You already are. I thought but chose against saying it out loud.

"That'd be great, thanks."

"Yeah, just look for my baby when your class ends." I rolled my eyes as he stroked the steering wheel. Opening the door, I turned back around and thanked him once again. "No problem." We bid our fair wells and I hurried inside, afraid that Zane might be home. I knew better than that though, he was probably with some other girl. A tear escaped as I thought about him with other people. Is he thinking the same thing now? I wondered. Probably not.

~Zane's POV~

This morning, before I left when I saw Devina with Dylan, I almost killed him. He's the reason she hates me now. He's the reason she's not with me. He's the reason why I'm leaving to distract myself. I knew even before I texted Ashley, that she'd let me stay with her for a few days. Although, she said I'd have to do some things for her. When Devina saw me at first, it looked like she was going to come over and talk to me but of course, Dylan had to be there to hold her back. Maybe you're the one holding her back. I told myself. I sped down the highway and groaned. She's always in my thoughts. She's probably with someone else right now, laughing and doing her cute little giggle. Just the thought of her with someone else makes me clench the steering wheel. If it was a living thing, it wouldn't be alive anymore. I miss her. I miss her blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Like water meeting the sandy shores. I missed how she furrows her eyebrows when she's thinking. I miss how good it feels when her hand is in mine. I miss it. I miss her. I tried my hardest to push her out of my head as I pulled into Ashley's driveway. The last thing I needed was to accidentally moan Devina's name.

~Devina's POV~

It's been two weeks since Zane left. I don't know where he is, unlike Dylan who just chooses not to tell me. You don't want to know. I told myself over and over again but I did. I wanted to know so badly. As the days go by, the more I thought of Zane. I felt like I was going crazy. Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Is it supposed to hurt this much? Like he's constantly here taking a hammer to my heart and destroying it? Like I'm drowning in my own miserable thoughts of him and our memories together? As I lay down in my bed, staring blankly staring up at the ceiling I couldn't help but think that he wasn't coming back. One tear falling was all it took for me to completely break apart. Like smashing thin glass against the concrete, I broke.