Chapter 3 (P3)

Chapter 3 (P3)

Yet, though we were so similar, we were, so, what's the word?

Different. . .

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Breaking out of my thoughts, I look around for anything else to look at except for him.

"Why are you so nervous?" I glance up towards his gaze and feel my heart thump against my chest; hard and loud. My anxiety is creeping up ever so slowly as I feel myself staring deep into his eyes, then dragging my gaze over his face to scan it so I can be sure it's him.

"Lucas." I mumble. I watch as a smile plasters all over his face forcefully, the corners twitching and making it obvious. I feel my heart skip a beat as my anxiety is no longer nervousness, but more like anger and hate. I will never forgive him.

"You still playing around with that alpha?" He asks, not budging out of the way so I can get inside. I can feel my mouth shiver and my teeth chatter against each other as a small snarl escapes my lips.

"Just get out of the way, I don't want to argue." I ignore the feeling deep inside that wants to rip him apart and watch him scream until the tired feeling takes over and he closes his eyes for the last time. How sinister.

" Sure, but answer my question first." I take a step back, glaring up at him. "Oh look, you're showing your freckles."

"So what If I am? It's none of your business who I do and don't sleep with!" I hear myself yell and pause, trying to think of what I said. I can't hear myself right now and I can feel a nauseous smell beginning to fill my nose and mouth. I'm slowly losing myself and I'm on the verge of snapping just from a few comments. Perhaps the past was more traumatic than I believed. I shake my head, snapping my mind back into reality and breath in deep to make sure the stench is gone.