Unexpected Love

Chapter Thirteen

  Bryxon's P. O. V.

  "What the hell was that about?" I looked at Kendrick in exasperation.
  Kendrick currently had his head in his hands as he breathed in deeply. “I don't know. I just couldn't…I couldn't push it knowing that she's possibly my mate.”
  I felt that angry part of me dwindle out into an extinguished flame at his words. I sighed, “Ken.I'm sorry that I pushed it. I just wanted to see if she felt it too.”
  He looked up at me with a hint of a smile. “Is that why you kissed me? Were you trying to get a feel if she was into it?”
  I let out a semi-embarrassed chuckle. “Yeah. She seemed to like the idea of a threesome after hearing your embarrassing attempt at losing your virginity.”
  Kendrick growled. “You dick.”
  I shrugged. “So what are we going to do now?”
  Kendrick bit his lip as his eyes watched the door, as if he could see Skiler all the way to our dorm room. “She probably thinks I wasn't into her.” He rubbed his eyes as he exhaled, “Fuck.”
  “She'll more than likely blame it on the alcohol. Don't worry,” I said, patting him on the back before getting up and strolling to the door.
  “Are you going to keep pursuing her?”
  I stopped at the question, looking back at my best friend. “Does it bother you if I do?”
  He shook his head, letting a small smile slip. “No. In fact, I'm jealous if you do. But… be careful. We don't know how she'll react if we are her mates.”
  I nodded my head, walking out of the door. I didn't need to process the words that he spoke though. No. I knew we were mates. I could feel it in my soul. And the thought of those other pricks being her mates didn't affect me the way that I thought it might. It felt…right in a way.
  And as I walked into the dark dorm room, I noticed the soft snoring of the most beautiful girl…and a black-winged angel watching over her.
 
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  Skiler's P. O. V

 
  I was given a wide berth as I walked down the hallway, everyone actively avoiding my pathway. I couldn't even blame them as I knew I probably looked like death. I don't do hangovers very well, especially when I was on my to detention for the last time..,for now.
  I practically slouched down into the seat in the auditorium, waiting on Professor Matthews who was apparently running late this morning. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes cursing at this damn school for making me get here early on the weekend.
  I could feel a pair of eyes on me, knowing damn well who it was without even looking. Fuck him, let him look all he wants. An image of him with those girls flashed across my mind, making me open my eyes to focus on the present instead. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of thinking about him or what he does in his free time.
  I vaguely listened to Professor Matthew's instructions before making my way outside with a trash bag in hand. I mean, really? How much trash could this place possibly have? The only saving grace was that we didn't need partners since most people didn't bother showing up. I was cursing myself for actually following the rules for once. 
  However, every time I moved farther away from the auditorium, I felt someone move closer behind me. I ignored the ever-annoying snake as I stuck towards the edge of the campus, gazing, out into the woods.
  I felt my fangs snap out at the movement of the animals in the trees. I hadn't fed in days and it was really getting to me. Maybe that's why I felt so bad today. Not from the hangover, but from the lack of blood.
  “Why do you insist on torturing yourself? Do you really contain that much self-hatred?” Colt's emotionless voice said from behind me.
  I looked over my shoulder to where he was picking up trash, not even looking my way. “I don't hate myself. I just prefer blood from sources other than squirrels and rabbits.”
  He glanced up at me from below his lowered brows. “Then just drink from one of the lousy supes here.”
  I grimaced before turning away. “I also prefer willing participants. It's no fun to force someone into it.” Excluding some people, I reminded myself.
  “Drink from me then,” he said from somewhere behind me. I could tell there was a shift in his voice but I ignored it.
  “No thanks.”
  He didn't let my dismissal deter me. “Why not? I thought you weren’t scared of me.”
  I sighed in annoyance. “I'm not. But I do think you're a self-righteous asshole, so again, no thanks.”
  Okay, maybe I was being a little harsh. I mean, he did let me feed off him. Not to mention, he stuck by me even when Quinton didn't. But I still couldn't forget him ignoring me for a week just because of what I said to him. Also, the jealous part of me kept picturing him with those girls. I didn't even want to think about what happened after I left.
  “I've been called worse. And if we're being honest here, angel, you're not exactly an easy person to get along with.”
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