Chapter 24: Chapter 24

I wake up groaning as my alarm makes the usual irritating noise I have grown to love. Notice the sarcasm. I shuffle around in the bed as I try my best to grab a hold of my alarm clock but instead I land on the floor with a thud. I roughly scratch my head as I groan because of the not so graceful way to begin my morning. I stand up and make my way to the bathroom with a yawn escaping from my mouth.

Last night was horrible, I could not sleep until half an hour before four. I kept tossing and turning and a certain point I even thrashed away the sheets and pillow. The whole day was horrible and it was not supposed to be so horrible after coming back to my bed, but no. I think I know the reason to my discomfort.

I have only slept in Isaac’s arms probably twice but I felt so accustomed to being surrounded by his warmth that it feels awkward to not be in his arms. Saturday night was not so bad since I slept in Allan’s room after explaining everything to him though I left out some sensitive parts but last night was bad since I had to sleep alone and I terribly miss Isaac.

After ten minutes of being in the bathroom doing my morning bathroom routine, Allan's voice booms from outside my room.

"Aleisa, would you hurry up?" He shouts impatiently.

"Chill dude." I shout from the water. "I'm almost done."

I hear retreating footsteps as I turn off the water and step into my room. I quickly look at my black clothes and remember Isaac's comment.

I will show him that I am not all that engrossed in black.

I quickly grab a flared hot pink dress, slightly above my knees and put a white jumper on top and pairing it with some white high tops. My mom had bought me the dress for a function that was being held in the pack but I never wore it, I guess today is the day it leaves my closet.

I grab my things and head downstairs. Immediately I reach the bottom of the stairs everyone's gaze is on me.

I look around uncomfortably.

"Sis, um....I think you accidentally rummaged through somebody else's closet."

"What?" I ask Dylan with disbelief.

"Did something happen?" Beta Jackson, my dad’s beta and Allan’s father asks.

"I don't think so?" My dad replies looking at his beta before looking at me again.

"What is wrong?" I ask.

Everyone is looking at me as if I lost a head. Dylan is on the verge of crying and my mother has a look of joy and relief on her face

"You're not wearing black." My mom replies.

"I can see that, but why is everyone looking at me as if I grew a second head?"

Dylan silently creeps toward me and places his hands on my shoulders.

"Sis do you know what this means?"

"What?" I furrow my brows as he wipes a tear from his face.

"I told you guys she wasn't a vampire." Dylan says looking between my parents.

"What?"

"Actually Dylan, you're the one who thought Aleisa was exchanged for a vampire and not a wolf." Allan bellows from the kitchen counter before continuing to devour his bacon and eggs.

"You thought I was a vampire?"

I do not know what is more absurd, the fact that everyone in the room looks like they want to throw a party over my dress or the fact that they thought that I am a vampire especially since they have all definitely seen my wolf before. Even the other pack members who are going around their duties look shaken.

"What made you suddenly wear one of the dresses I bought you?" My mom asks ignoring my question.

"Nothing." I reply walking into the kitchen and grabbing a strip of bacon from Allan's plate and shoving it in my mouth.

Allan simply just glares at me before going back to eating.

"But seriously sis, you kinda look not-so-bad in pink."

"Fxck off." I growl at Dylan.

"Language." My mom threatens.

"Sorry." I apologize to my mother and continue eating my breakfast.

"What about me? I deserve a sorry for being exposed to all your profanities." Dylan says whilst dramatically covering his ears with his hands.

"No you don't."

"The hell I do, I sit here all day listening to your never ending profanities."

"Oh please Dylan. Don't you have a mate to look for?"

"Yah. And when I find my mate you are going nowhere near her because of your swearing ways."

"Just f-"

"It's time to go." Allan cuts me off. "Stop arguing."

Allan stands up from his seat and walks out the front door.

I glare at Dylan before following Allan. I get into the passenger’s seat and strap myself in the seat belt. We pull up in the parking lot of the school, to face a grinning Lydia. I slowly get out of the car and grab my back pack. Lydia looks at me like she just saw a ghost. I am in black and people look at me like a zombie and when I am in pink, they look at me as if a rat died on the top of my head. What cuts?

"Hey guys?" Lydia greets enthusiastically after getting over her shock. “I did not know that you knew that other colors exist except for black and white.” She adds when she points at me and Isaac scoffs with humor.

"Hey." Allan returns the greeting.

"Why are you so enthusiastic and grinning?" I ask. “And I know the existence of other colors.” I tell her

"Nothing.” She replies with a smile. “By the way Aleisa, how are you? Is the cold gone?"

"Wha-oh," I respond in realization, obviously Allan had to make up some fake excuse as to why I couldn't make the trip. "Yah that, I'm so much better. My mom's soup really helped."

This really happens a lot when we make friends with humans. You really have to be creative with lies and excuses when something comes up. The same example, Allan had to give an excuse since I did not make it for the trip and his best lie was a cold. I feel like calling him out on the pathetic lie but that would probably expose me.

"That's good. Let's go." She says grabbing both of us by the hem of our jumpers.

We made our way to the lockers and after grabbing our things we were sitting in class early like always waiting for the teacher and convincing Lydia that all her work is perfect. I would have given up on these two a long time ago and decided to spend more time in my bed rather than being freaking 20 minutes early everyday but who would set them straight if not me. Plus I love them.

"I'm just worried, the trip really took out most of my study time. I can't help it feel that my work is incomplete." Lydia says tugging at her hair.

"Oh god, not this." I groan, dramatically. "Lydia, your work is fxcking perfect."

"Yah, and at least you tried better than someone who doesn't even know when the assignments were handed or where her books are." Allan says, peeking from the book he has been so engrossed in ever since we arrived.

"Whatever." I reply.

It is not my fault that school does not interest me enough to focus on it and not to mention Mr. Harris is a total bore. Upon cue a large crowd of student body enter the class with Mr. Harris, signaling the beginning of yet another boring geometry lesson.

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I unconsciously devour my French fries and slurp on my drink as my thoughts wander to Isaac, I have not seen him all day. I am kind of worried, I miss him but I feel like he is going to pretend as if I am invisible until we are done with senior year, and I mean obviously he wants to protect his bad boy reputation. He will probably ignore me since I am considered a leech to probably half the school. I quickly shake my head trying to get rid of my stupid thoughts because as much as it sounds casual it hurts to know that he might ignore my existence.

Now all this is making me feel like he does not want to be around me so he is making himself unseen. I wish we could remain in that beautiful holiday home for as long as we could. Excitement babbles up within me when I remember Chemistry, I still have that class and might see him there.

Ugh, I'm thinking like a fxcking love sick puppy. Gotta blame it on the fxcking mate bond.

"A penny for your thoughts." Lydia muses slowly nibbling on her sandwich.

"It's nothing." I reply, looking at my plate at the almost empty place where my mouthwatering fries were.

Hmmm, but not as mouthwatering as half naked Isaac. See that, now I am having perverted thoughts. I have to get rid of these thoughts if I even want to stand in front of Isaac.

I look at Allan who is still reading his stupid book.

"What's so interesting about that bloody stupid book?" I ask him now irritated because of the book

"It's very interesting and I am very engrossed in it or as you might say 'I'm very into it.'"

"Continue being engrossed in your stupid book." I say. "Are you gonna eat your food?" I ask him.

"No, you can't have my French fries." He says, not looking up.

"But you aren't eating them and they are growing cold." I whine looking at the food that has been deprived of affection by its owner.

"Doesn't mean I'm not going to eat it." He say shrugging before going back to his book and shoving some fries in his mouth.

"Lydia, do yo-"

"No, I'm going to finish them." She cuts me off.

"I wasn't even gonna ask about your goddamn fries."

"Sure you weren't." A way too familiar deep voice beats Lydia before she could respond.

I look at Lydia who looks torn between Disbelief and reality with her mouth slightly ajar. Now I am certain the voice behind me is his. But I do not turn around to face him, I know that if I turn now before catching my breath I might fall to the floor with a flushed face. I did not know how much damage not being around him for a full day and some hours could do to me until now. It is not natural to miss someone so but there is nothing natural about the mate bond.

Allan looks up from his book and shoots the person behind me a glare, definitely him, before he goes back to his book while scoffing.

"We've reached the -oh so not clichéd- part of the story where he takes a seat with you in the cafeteria during lunch." Allan says still reading his book.

I finally turn around to face the so intriguing blue green eyes and his deafening scent takes a toll on me as I try to compose myself as best as I can from the dirty thoughts going through my innocent, angelic mind. Ha.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"No 'hey Isaac' or 'I missed you so much.'" he says ignoring my not-so-polite way of saying hey.

It is really not my fault that all the emotions are taking a toll on me. I missed him so much and now that I see him, I feel angry and relief and also feel disappointed that I have to share this view with every other female in the room.

"Hey." I say with an eye roll.

"What about the last part?" He says with a smirk.

"Again what are you doing here?" he heard my undying confession about missing him and I do not think that I need to say it aloud if he heard my thoughts, loud and clear.

"He is obviously here as the awesome boyfriend who sits with his girlfriend." Isaac replies sarcastically and obviously the not so missing roll of his eyes.

I almost lash at Allan for saying that when different pairs of eyes fall on our table since Allan was not so silent and not to forget the nosy audience that has been eyeing us ever since Isaac walked over to our table just got their confirmation. Which is a lie, I think.

"He's your boyfriend?" Lydia asks now over her shocked phase but about to wander into another one.

"No."

"Yes." Isaac answers the same time as I do.

"What?" I ask looking at him.

"What? You're obviously my girlfriend." He says shrugging.

"What?" I ask with confusion now filling me up too. Did I miss something?

"When did this happen?" Lydia asks, forgetting about me and directing her attention to Isaac who is now crouched down next to me comfortably and casually placing my last bit of fries in his mouth.

"Hey! You just ate my fxcking fries you twat."

Isaac just looks at me amused before turning back to face Lydia and her unanswered questions. So he can eat my fires but I cannot eat his. Wow! That is so unfair. I am definitely going to get him back, those were the last pieces of fries on my plate and he just chowed them down like he does not know how much I love food.

"The first time I laid eyes on her." Isaac answers Lydia’s answer and pulls out the empty chair that so happens to be next to me. Talk about coincidental.