I stayed up all night with Brooke, holding her as she cried and making sure she stayed cool. The pack doctor wasn't skilled enough in this department, so Liam and I were left taking care of Brooke. I got maybe 2 minutes of sleep before Liam came in and woke me up.
"Hey, it's time to get ready for school," he said, shaking me awake.
I sat up and looked at Brooke, who was fast asleep. I glanced at her legs and saw the dark bruises covering them. I gently felt her forehead, and I felt like it burned my hand. Even for a werewolf, her temperature was hot.
"She's still sick," I said.
"I know, I'll stay with her for today," he said. "You go to school, you were taking care of her all last night. It's my turn now. Besides, they'll call your dad if you don't show up, and you don't want that."
I sighed. "No, I don't. I'll be back at lunch to check up. If she's worse, I don't think they'll mind if I skip a period or two."
Liam nodded and helped me up, careful not to wake Brooke. I showered quickly and threw my hair up in a messy bun. Deciding not to care how I looked, I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt. The basic lazy outfit.
"Call me if anything happens," I told Liam as I walked out the door. "Promise me you will."
"You know I will, but if it offers you any consolation, I promise to call you if anything happens," he said.
"Good." I sighed. "Why did this happen to her? She's the nicest girl I know, she doesn't deserve this. If anything, I should be in her place."
"Don't say that," Liam said. "You didn't do anything. Whatever's going on with Brooke has a solution, we just need to find it. She'll be fine."
"I hope you're right," I muttered. "Gotta go, I'll call you later."
He nodded, and I walked out the door. I drove off on my motorcycle and quickly arrived at school. I parked my motorcycle and walked into the school.
I stopped by the office to tell the super-attendant Brooke was sick and Liam was taking care of her to excuse their absences, and then I walked to class.
I didn't feel like being particularly social today, so I just ignored everyone. I sat in my desk and tapped my fingers anxiously on my desk.
"Hey, babe," Tyler said, grinning down at me.
"I'm not in the mood, Tyler, so just leave me alone before I castrate you," I growled.
"What's got you in a bad mood today?" he asked.
"What's it to you?" I snapped.
"Well, I want to know why you're upset. Is that a crime?"
I growled, annoyed. "Look, if you really must know, I was up all night taking care of my sick best friend, so I'm a little crabby right now. So if you don't mind, I'd really appreciate it if you could shut the hell up and leave me alone."
Surprising me slightly, Tyler did as I said. It did make me happy, but I also wondered what he was up to. He normally doesn't shut up without a fight. What was going on?
I shook my head as the bell rang and tried to focus on the lesson we were learning. It was no use, since my thoughts kept drifting to Brooke. What was going on with her?
I rubbed my temples and went through my next five classes. I fell asleep in history (in my defense we were watching a movie with the lights off, and I was running on five minutes of sleep total), and Tyler shook me awake.
"So you won't get in trouble," he whispered just as the teacher walked by.
I nodded in thanks and tried to stay awake the rest of class. Once lunch arrived, I called Liam.
"Hey," he said.
"How is she?" I asked.
"Hello to you too," he said.
"Liam," I growled.
"I'm kidding! She's fine, but her legs still hurt. Those bruises are pretty nasty."
I groaned. "I'm coming home."
"Don't, Hayley, I got it covered."
"You seem to be awfully fine taking care of Brooke alone, Liam. Is there something you're not telling me?"
"Nope, everything's fine."
I rolled my eyes. "Liam, I know when you're lying. Tell me what's wrong now.
He sighed. "It's nothing, Brooke's just getting cramps."
"Then everything's not fine," I said. "I'm on my way."
"Hayley, it's fine. I'm taking care of her. Just finish today, and then you can take care of Brooke all you want. Just do this for me, ok? I don't want your dad getting mad at you."
"I can handle my dad."
"I'm not saying you can't, I'm just saying it's not a good idea to anger an Alpha. Just do this one thing for me, please."
I sighed. "Fine, whatever."
"You're the best, Hales."
"I expect a pie when I get home for this," I said and snapped my phone shut.
He so owes me for this.
School finally ended, and I ran out of the school and was on my bike driving home in speeds that would make any werewolf proud.
I ignored all the speed limits and arrived home in two minutes. So what if I got a ticket, my best friend needs me!
I ran into the house, threw my backpack on the couch, and ran into Brooke's room. She was sitting up, but her face was pale and twisted into pain.
"Hey Bree," I said softly. "How ya feeling?"
She smiled weakly. "Peachy. Never been better."
I smiled sadly. "Where's Liam?"
"Getting me some water," she said. "He should be back in a sec."
I nodded and sat next to Brooke. I turned on the TV, and we watched some episodes of NCIS while we waited.
Liam brought Brooke her water and left to go make dinner. I told Brooke about my day and how Tyler was acting strange.
"Maybe he feels bad for rejecting you," Brooke said.
I laughed once without humor. "I highly doubt that. He probably just wants to get into my pants."
Brooke chuckled weakly. "He wouldn't be the first."
We talked for a little while longer before we both fell asleep. I shut my eyes for two seconds and managed to get an hour of sleep in. I woke up to a loud high pitched sound, and I briefly wondered what it was. I then realized what woke me up.
I woke up to Brooke screaming.
A/N: hey guys, made time for an update. Pic on the side is Kelly. Not the best chapter, but it'll escalate to something big! I have everything all planned out, so in about 5 more chapters is when the plot finally morphs into something. I'm sorta making this up as I go along. Until next time!
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What would you do if your mate rejected you? You would probably cry over your broken heart and never move on. 17 year old Hayley Evans does the exact opposite. She's happy. More than happy, actually, she's ecstatic. Hayley never wanted a mate-at le...