The Alpha and the Mistake novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Mike continued to pull me deeper into the woods. His iron grip and impatient tugs made my shoulder more than a little sore. Just when I contemplated stop walking and let him drag me in true caveman style, Mike slowed and better yet let go of my wrist.

Not sure what to do, I followed him to a clearing. I breathed softly, surprised by the view. It was the shore to a large pond. It was so scenic and peaceful I almost forgot how I got here and with whom.

"Nice isn't it." Mike sat against a huge rock.

"Uh yeah, it is." I brushed my hair away from my face. It could also be romantic too, a voice in my head chirped. Oh God, anything but that!

Mike, oblivious to my inner turmoil pulled out a large bottle from his jacket. I stood there, feeling awkward. He had done nothing like this before. Terrifying. Mike sniffed as he screwed off the cap with a sour expression and tosses the cap to the side once he got it off. "Wanna drink Missy? He waved the bottle at me.

I nearly said something stupid like we're not old enough to be drinking. Instead, I scrunched my nose and shook my head.

He laughed, the sound echoing through the woods. "Man, you're so straight and narrow. Don't you ever have any fun?" Mike took a large swig from the bottle. "Damn it, Missy, sit the hell down!"

I jumped, giving him a quick glare and sat.

"No, not over there stupid. Over here." He gave me a dark glare, and I knew I had no choice, not if I didn't want a punch to the gut or something. I balled my hands into fists, I walked over and sat next to him. He ruffled my hair like a small child or a pet. "Good girl."

I swallowed and tried not to let his words or the way he treated me, affect me. Why wouldn't Mom let me stay home today? Mike slung his arm over my shoulders and took another drink. The bottle was three-fourths empty, and I suspected he had downed the whole thing himself.

"Tell me, Missy, what do you think of Dean?"

I stiffened, my whole body on alert. Why was he asking me this? Oh God, had Dean said something to him? Or did Mike know he went to my house? Fear prickled through me, and I made a silent prayer. "D-dean?"

Mike scowled at me, and I cringed, waiting for him to hit me. "Yeah Dean, don't God damn pretend like you don't know who I'm talking about."

"Uhm Dean, I know of him. That's it."

Mike snorted, finding my answer funny. "Tell me, Missy. Do you think he's hot? Does he make you go weak in the knees? Does he make you think dirty things?" He snickered as he brushed nose against my cheek. I pushed him away from me with disgust. Mike cackled with delight. "Oh, I bet he does, doesn't he? I bet you're quivering right now."

I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to fight off the embarrassed blush which threatened to take over my cheeks.

"Every damn girl says he's some hot shit. Have you seen them, Missy? How they line up to drool over him?" He pulled me close with an iron grip causing me to wince. "Mrs. Mathers had to move him because some girl wouldn't keep her hands off him." Mike laughed but his expression dark.

I gave him another disgusted glare, and he smirked at me, pleased by my reaction.

"It's true. I heard she..." Mike said then leaned over and whispered it into my ear, using the crudest, most vulgar vocabulary I had ever heard before. Again I shoved him away, my face burning. Mike threw his head back and laughed again as he saw my embarrassment. "Aww, sweet ole Missy. Did I offend your virgin ears?"

I refused to say anything and kept my arms crossed over my chest.

Mike grabbed my face and forced my eyes to meet his. "Or did you blush because it's what you want to do to him?" A promise of violence in his eyes.

"No! I don't like him." My voice sounded braver than I was - scared out of my mind.

Still holding my face in a bruising grip, Mike stared at me for a while as if he was trying to rip the truth from my very soul. "Good girl," he said after a long moment and released me.