Chapter 6

Charlie

"I don't want to go to school." I groaned and rolled around on my bed. Allister was sitting with his back to the headboard and I felt my foot kick him—to which he punched me in the leg. I yelped and sat up slightly to pin him with a glare.

"You may be healed, but even if you weren't I would still hit you." I snapped and he looked at me in confusion.

"That literally made no sense."

"You're face makes no sense."

"Your life makes no sense." He retorted back, but immediately regretted it. "Oh god Charlie! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean it you know that, right?" I wanted to laugh at the fact that he was so worked up over saying something that was clearly a joke, but decided against it. Allister knew my history with depression and he knew how certain words and phrases can be a trigger.

But I wasn't going to let him know the thoughts creeping into my mind because of what he said. So instead; I smiled.

"You're fine dude." I chuckled and he gave a little nervous laugh. I resisted the urge to sigh when I saw him getting ready to ask a question, but was thankful he didn't get to because my bedroom door opened. I watched as Kit and Bryce walked into the room; my body automatically reacting what my mate was wearing. He wore a white dress shirt underneath a baby blue sweater, his signature black blazer, and some earthy brown looking slacks that hugged his muscular legs and were rolled up at his ankles. Finishing off the look with some black oxfords. The whole outfit would look like a fashion crime scene on anyone else, but on Kit...it totally worked.

"You gonna fix your boner there Charlie?" Allister chuckled and I felt my cheeks heat up when Kit gave me a lustful stare. It's been three weeks since our talk in the backyard and we still haven't mated yet. Kit insisted he was fine with waiting, but I knew it was bugging him. And I also knew it was bugging him even more because he didn't know why I was being so self-conscious.

Well maybe if he hadn't of slept around with all those hot dudes you'd probably feel better.

That wasn't a lie either. Blood Moon had finally made the switch, now leaving our Pack with the name Blood Raven, which in my opinion sounded like a superhero. Because of the switch, however, I was gifted with the unfortunate and certainly not delightful pleasure of meeting all of Kit's ex flings.

And when I say all....I mean all.

To make it even better, every single one of them looks like they belong on the cover of a Hollister advertisement.

"Earth to Charlie?" I heard someone yell and I snapped out of my thoughts to see everyone staring at me. "You zoned out dude." Allister chuckled and I snorted.

"No I didn't. I was uh...thinking about how adorable Kit would look grasping the sheets on my bed." Smooth as ever Charlie.

Kit actually smiled sweetly at me before shaking his head. "No matter how many times you compliment me I'm still not making your bed." Bryce and Allister let out a serious of "oh's" and I punched Kit in the arm. He reached up to clutch the area I hit him and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh shut up that punch didn't even hurt and you know it." After joking around, Kit announced we needed to leave now for school so we wouldn't be late. Bryce and Allister stood together a few feet away from my car. I watched as they whispered to each other and then began an intense match of tonsil hockey. Not being able to resist sweet temptation, I slammed my hand into my horn and started laughing when they jumped apart and both pinned me with glares. Thankfully though, they each kissed each other and said goodbyes before Allister climbed into the car.

"I actually want to thank you for that." He chuckled and I rose and eyebrow at him. "He was suggesting a quickie before I left, but I'm so sore and my butt needs today to rest." I made a face at him and he started laughing even more. "You look like Grumpy Cat!" He snorted and narrowed my eyes at him.

Correction dear cousin. Grumpy Cat looks like me.

Allister wasn't lying though. About three days after coming home, his back was healed and back to normal. But apparently when they went to re-mate, he had a panic attack and they ended up not doing anything. Slowly throughout the last three weeks, however, they started going at it like rabbits. I would know because every time I would walk down the hall to go to the library—I could hear them.

So because of my cousins loud and obnoxious moaning, I never got any schoolwork done. But Bryce made sure Allister got his done. Hell, I bet he was doing it while they had sex. I shuddered at the images in my mind and quickly brought my attention to the music playing on the radio.

"Why exactly are we coming in an hour early?" Allister asked. He was staring out the window with his hand on his chin. I glanced at him and sighed, tightening my grip on the steering wheel before losing it.

"Because you can't be quiet during sex." I blurted out and almost slammed on the breaks when I realized I had said it. "I mean...actually no. I won't sugar coat this. I couldn't get any makeup work done because you and Bryce were frick fracking every damn second of the day." I looked over at him and sighed out loud when he looked extremely sad all of a sudden.

"I'm not mad Ally." I said softly and he chuckled.

"You haven't called me that in a while." I nodded my head at him because he was right. It was mainly Isabelle and Adelaide that called Allister by the nickname he hated with a burning passion. After a while I started calling him by the same nickname, but he never cared for it as much as he did when the girls used it. I think it had something to do with the fact that I wasn't mocking and tormenting him with it.

Or maybe he actually liked me a lot more than he led on.

Maybe.

We pulled into the school and I parked next to Kit's Jeep. I was expecting him to be inside already, but instead he was leaning against the back of his car scrolling through his phone. He looked up when I pulled in and smiled. I didn't return it and instead put my car into park and quickly got out. Allister and I grabbed our book bags from the back seat and walked over to join him.

"What did I do now?" Kit asked as I walked over to him. I didn't answer him, but instead just stared up at him with narrowed eyes.

"Melon fucker." I sneered and turned on my heel to walk into the school. I don't know why I was in such a foul mood. It might have something to do with going back to school. Or maybe it was because I was now back in school—which meant that I now had to watch the handful of students and teachers oogle over my mate.

Actually I think it was both.

The plan was to stay in Kit's classroom so I could finish my missing work before school started. So, I made my way to his room, deciding I could be a responsible teenager and do my work on my own. Or I could misbehave and have Kit punish me by giving me detention and then fucking me on his desk.

I think I want to choose the latter.

I reached his room, which was conveniently in the front of the school, and opened the door. "Surprised it wasn't locked." I said to myself. I contemplated leaving the door open for a few seconds, and gave up to go sit down and get some work done. My teachers won't be pissed at me for missing school if I do some homework. I remember when the school started calling when Allister first went missing. Kit had to talk to the school when he went to work to get excuses for us.

Because even when his Alpha and best friends mate was missing—he still had to work.

Well, I mean, not the whole time. He called out for a week, but they wouldn't give him anymore time off so he had to go back. Bryce wasn't upset about it, but Marcus was constantly bitching. Ugh, Marcus. Just his name makes me want to puke.

I was halfway done with a packet I had almost completed back home when Kit and Allister walked into the room. I stayed silent as I did more work and Allister took the seat next to me and pulled out his work. I listened as Kit took out his things and got everything set up for the day before the room was filled with only the sound of pencils writing.

"Are we not going to discuss you're little display outside?" Kit finally spoke and I let out a big sigh before putting my pencil down and looking up at him. Gods, why was he so sexy? His hair was more tousled than usual—telling me he was probably running his hands through it for the past couple of minutes. And I could see his muscles tensing under his shirt from how frustrated he was.

But I liked playing the little shit card.

"So since we've both established we are mates...do I get to be treated as one in school?" I asked and Kit looked confused.

"I can't kiss you or do anything sexual to you while there are others present. To everyone else who is not in our Pack, we are teacher and student. As much as I would love to kiss you hello and goodbye, I can't." He answered sadly and I narrowed my eyes at him. Why was he making it so difficult to pick a fight?

"Fair enough." I responded. "But, let's say a teacher or student hits on you..."

"I turn them down gently." Was his answer.

"Why not harshly? Especially if they're in the Pack? They should know you're mated." Kit sighed and ran a hand through his hair for what I'm sure was the tenth time today...and surely not the last.

"If they persist then I will...but I am not a rude person Charlie. I will not be rude to someone unless they have given me a reason." I never got to respond because the bell went off and soon the hallways were filled with the sounds of approaching students. Kit stood there for a second, as if waiting for me to say goodbye, but I didn't. Instead, I packed my things and left with Allister. I wouldn't be seeing him until lunch and hopefully he could get his shit together by then.

"Charlie...Kit has a point." Allister said softly as we stopped by my locker. I didn't answer him simply because I knew he was right. I finished getting the books and binders I needed until lunch and closed my locker—only to see Allister leaning against the locker next to mine with a droll expression.

"I know he's right, okay." I sighed and Allister smirked before standing up straight. "I just...I don't know. I just get these dark thoughts and ideas and they cause me to lash out at him. Like I'm wanting to make him angry and hurt like he made me."

"I'm sure he knows exactly how you feel. I'm not saying this is his reasoning...but do you ever wonder that something happened to Kit that made him sleep with every living thing that had two legs? Bryce was the same way and when I asked him about it, he told me it was because he couldn't get over the grief of losing his mate. He did the only thing he was confident in doing to get his mind away from his mate."

"That's kinda fucked up." I said slowly as we got to our first class. He gave me a side glance and chuckled.

"I know. I made him apologize to everyone he slept with after he told me. Then when I told him to keep his hands and his dick to himself...well, let's just say he learned really quickly." I made a face at the unwanted information I had just received and Allister laughed out loud at that one. "Just talk to him Charlie. Try and get to his classroom before he leaves for lunch so you can talk privately." I nodded my response and we quickly took our seats as the final bell sounded.

And throughout the rest of my classes—I contemplated everything.

What Allister said was possibly the truth behind Kit's...sexual actions in the past. In my old school, I had really bad depression. No one could figure out where it came from because in everyone's eyes, I was happy. I had good grade, a lot of friends. I wasn't bullied and my family life was normal. But deep down inside...I wanted nothing more than to end it all. Back then, I searched the internet to see if there were others like me, but I found I was slightly different. While they wished to kill themselves because they believed everyone would be happier—I wanted to end it because I was tired of living.

My life was boring. I went through the same routine every day and I was tired of it all.

I tried to commit suicide three times my sophomore year of high school. None of them worked because of my werewolf genes, and just left me with the grief of my family and tons of schoolwork to makeup. I always found it funny how even though the school knew I was in the hospital for a suicide attempt they still made me do makeup work. I never really minded it, however, because it was a change of pace. A different task in my normally redundant routine.

After the last time, I got bored again.

So, I went to the therapy sessions to make my family happy. I lied my way through them so I could leave because the therapy started to become boring again. So basically—if you haven't already noticed—I get bored easily.

But everything was different now.

Allister was mated and soon to be an Alpha. I had a mate who has some serious monogamy issues and we had a whole new Pack joining us. My life wasn't boring anymore...and yet the silent chants in the back of my head to kill myself were getting stronger.

And it was terrifying.

By lunch time I was a horrible depressed mess. I'm almost positive that if possible, a rain cloud would form over my head at any given minute. But it didn't and so I walked around with a blank expression—giving the occasional fake smile to Allister when he talked to me. I didn't want him worrying about me. Not while King and Marcus are still out there somewhere.

We said goodbye as he went to go home with Bryce and I headed to Kit's classroom. I wasn't planning on staying long. Was just going to apologize, see if he would do some freaky things with the door locked and then go have lunch.

Because holy shit was I starving!

I knocked on his closed door and peaked it open to see Kit sitting at his desk. I walked in and closed the door before walking over to him and putting my book bag on the floor by his desk. He looked up from the papers he was grading and smiled at me.

"Hey baby. I'm just going to finish these papers and we can go get some food." He said sweetly and I narrowed my eyes at him. Not because I was mad, but because it was just weird having him talk like that. It actually made me want to laugh...which I did.

"What's so funny?" Kit chuckled and I shook my head.

"Nothing, I just thought it was weird hearing you talk all sweet to me." I responded and he raised an eyebrow. I shook my head and glanced at the door for a second. I quickly walked over and locked it before walking back to Kit's desk. He pushed back slightly—almost like he knew what I was going to do—and I slid into his lap.

"I wanted to apologize for how I acted this morning. It's just...it's not easy having a handsome mate who is literally sex on legs." I said in frustration and he chuckled. "I understand why you don't want to do anything in public, but I can't help but get mad when I think that we'll never be able to do anything in public because you'll always be a teacher."

"Charlie...you're a senior. There are only four more months left in school. After you've graduated we can do any and everything together because you're no longer a student." He answered and I sighed. Once again, he had a point and I wasn't thinking clearly. I could wait four months. We can still do tons of things at home. It's just going to suck that we can't go on dates around town. God, why did we have to go to a school that was mainly humans? Why couldn't we have built a school for just Pack members'?

"Why does this have to be so difficult?" I huffed and I felt his body shake with laughter.

"It's not going to be. In fact, why don't we go for a picnic tonight? I know the perfect spot where nobody will find us to bother us and we can eat, talk, laugh and cuddle under the stars and moon." I groaned at his proposal and I was glad he just smiled instead of thinking I was actually mad about it.

"Why are you so cheesy?" I chuckled and he laughed with me. He leaned in a pecked my lips, which I quickly helped turn into more. But before it could get anywhere heated, someone knocked on the door and I was all but thrown off of Kit's lap. I caught onto the desk and helped myself stand as Kit hurried to unlock the door.

"I'm sorry I didn't meant to interrupt anything." I felt my blood boil with rage when I heard Eli's voice and turned to see him standing in the doorway with a binder in his hands. When the hell did he go to this school!?

"No it's fine. Charlie was just helping me with grading papers." Kit answered sheepishly and even though I could see the dread in his eyes at having Eli around him; the simple fact that he is lying was pissing me off to no end.

"Grade papers? Seriously?" I snapped at him. I grabbed my bag and flung it over my shoulder. "Fuck you Kit. And you know what? Fuck you too Eli. In fact, why don't you both fuck each other since you're both so madly in love?!" I yelled and stormed past them, ignoring Kit as he called after me.

Was I overreacting? Maybe. Did I care? Hell no. He said that we could kiss and hug and all that stuff around Pack members. Eli is a Pack member, is he not?! I was so over this. Why do I have to battle people just to be around my mate? Is it that difficult to see that someone has a mate and it's time to back off?

Apparently.

Throughout the rest of the day, I ignored every text from Kit. He even tried to have a teacher send me to his classroom on his grading period, but I ignored it and told the teacher that we had already solved the issue and I didn't need to go. By the end of the day, I had almost fifty text messages from Kit and I didn't take the time to look at any of them. I even contemplated deleting his number, but decided not to. I didn't have to worry about Kit finding me afterschool, thankfully, because he had meetings for the next two hours.

But that didn't stop Drake from grabbing my arm just as I walked out the front doors.

"Kit said he needs to see you. He said it's an emergency." Judging from the panic on Drake's face, I could tell he actually thought it was an emergency and I rolled my eyes.

"It's not. He just wants to apologize to me for being a dick." That seemed to ease the worry etched on Drake's face. Then an idea popped in my head. "Let's go out." I suggested and Drake was back to looking confused and worried.

"I don't think that would be a great idea. I've seen an angry and jealous wolf before and I do not want to be in the middle of that."

"Oh hush. I want to go out and do something tonight and we've never really hung out. I mean...I consider us to be somewhat friends."

"Hitting on me and making references to the rapper Drake don't count as friendship bonding exercises." He deadpanned and I gave him a look of shock.

"Well then apparently we have different ideas of building friendships...but that's fine! Now we can go do something tonight and you can show me how to make friends the right way!" He opened his mouth to say something but I wasn't going to let him. "Awesome, thanks! I'll come find in an hour and we can head out!"

I quickly hurried away from him and towards my car. I didn't actually want to go anywhere. I really wanted to sit in the shower for a couple hours and then wrap myself up in my blankets and sleep, but I knew what those actions would do to me and I didn't want to go in the headspace. I made it to the Pack house and while I was expecting Allister to be outside waiting—no doubt wanting to hear about what happened with Kit after I texted him earlier today—someone else was waiting for me.

Eli.

"How the hell did you get here so fast?" I asked as I climbed out of my car and closed the garage door. He didn't say anything, but just glared at me harder. Alrighty then...

"Stay away from Kit." He snapped and I looked at completely baffled.

"Stay away from Kit? Are you fucking with me? Maybe you should take your own fucking advice cuntwaffle. He's my mate, not yours." I yelled and he had the nerve to smirk at me.

"You say he's your mate, but I like to think differently. Especially when he had my bouncing on his dick after you left his classroom." I'm almost positive he didn't see my fist coming towards his face, because I surely didn't. And when he fell to the ground clutching his bloody nose, the rage was still inside fighting to be free.

"You better watch yourself or a broken nose is going to be the least of your worries." I snarled and stormed inside; leaving him to hopefully bleed out on the garage floor. I knew that was unlikely, but I could still hope. I headed towards the kitchen, my stomach growling because I didn't eat lunch today. As I made some ramen, I couldn't stop Eli's words from swimming through my brain. As much as I wanted to not believe what he said and go talk to Kit...I couldn't help but feel like Eli wasn't lying. I mean, has Kit really given me a reason to believe that he wouldn't do anything with other people still?

"Penny for your thoughts?" I heard Allister ask as I stirred in the flavor packet into my ramen. I turned to see him and Bryce coming to sit at the island.

"Fuck off."

Allister scrunched his noise in distaste. "You know, you curse too much sometimes."

"Bitch you breathe too much. Shut the fuck up." I snapped and I didn't have to hear Bryce's growl to feel sorry. "I'm really sorry Ally...I've just got a lot on my mind."

Allister, being the ever loving and forgiving cousin he is, just smiled at me. "It's alright. I know what you're talking about." I gave him a confused look as I ate some ramen. Damn, this shit was good. Maybe I can just eat and get fat and never have to worry about anyone loving me.

"Kit has been calling me non-stop. Every chance he has to make a call at his meetings, he does and he keeps asking if you're home, safe and now he keeps calling to talk to you." Bryce answered for Allister and I made a face as I sat down my bowl.

"Did you come in here to make me talk to him? Because I will break your damn phone." I warned and Bryce chuckled.

"No, I didn't. I told him that if you weren't answering his phone calls or texts then you definitely weren't going to take my phone if I handed it to you. Alpha or not, Kit needs to learn from his mistakes. And I trust that whatever reason you're ignoring him for is a good one?"

"Yeah, totally. But I'm sure Allister told you most of what I texted him."

"Actually I didn't. I figured you can tell us if you want."

"I don't." I answered immediately. I honestly just wanted to drop this topic and go get drunk somewhere far away.

"That's fine." Bryce answered. "Just know that if it becomes too much, don't bottle it in and come find one of us. I promise we'll listen without any judgment or bias." Allister nodded his agreement and I couldn't help but smirk at the couple.

"I'm actually jealous of you guys." I admitted and they both looked at me in shock, but I didn't stay to explain because I needed to go find Drake. I quickly left the kitchen and followed Drake's scent to the game room where he was currently watching Nixon play Assassins Creed.

"I would totally bang Ezio. Not even gonna lie." Drake stated as he tossed a chip into his mouth.

"Aren't you straight?" I asked, causing both of them to jump. Nixon continued to play the game though, while Drake looked at me with his normal bored expression.

"I am, but I can appreciate a hot dude every once and a while. Plus I have a thing for accents." He shrugged and ate some more chips before standing up. "But seeing as you're here, I take it you are ready to go?" That caught Nixon's attention.

"Go where?" He asked as he paused the game and turned to look at us. I always found Nixon to be extremely attractive. He was one of those guys who could have long hair and some facial hair and not look like a homeless person. Plus, he always had those three braids that started from the top of his head and somehow came undone in the rest of his hair at the ends. They kind of reminded me of cornrows.

"How do you do your hair?" I blurted out and Nixon looked like I caught him off guard with my sudden question.

"Uh...my mother taught it to me when I was little and made me practice every day, so I just kind of learned." He answered, but shook his head. "That is not the point. Where are you going? Bryce wants a warrior with you and Allister at all times when you go out."

"Seriously? I can handle myself." I snapped and Nixon wasn't offended by my tone. Instead, he gave me a patient stare.

"It is not that he doesn't think you can't take care of yourself, but because King and Marcus are still at large. He has a feeling that they could go after you now also and my culture always believed to trust your gut when it comes to such feelings."

I stared at him for a while, before shrugging my shoulders. "Meh, I don't really care if you come. You can buy my booze since I'm sure you're over twenty-one...you're over twenty-one right?"

"Twenty-five." He answered and I fist pumped the air.

"Right on. Let's go then. I want to be drunk and on the beach before sunset." And without any questions, we headed to the garage to buy our drinks and then towards the beach. I didn't want to think about Kit. I didn't want to think about whether or not what Eli said was true. And I defenitley didn't want the image of them having sex in his classroom to continue to plague my thoughts. So what's a good way to forget everything?

Get utterly plastered.

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Pic of Kit

so we get a glimpse into Charlie's mind and past. Kit is still being a royal douche. Eli is a sneaky little shit. And King and Marcus are still a threat.

I'm actually headed to Kentucky for a week in like two weeks, so I'm trying to get as many chapters posted as I can because I wont have any service out there😐

But hopefully that won't be a problem because you'll have many chapters to read while I'm away😊😊😊

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