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"So what's the article your writing on Molly going to be about, if you don't mind me asking," Micah asks as we drive into the next town. This is the last town we will have to drive though, a cute small little settlement, until we reach the home of the Tigers.

"It's going to be about how cheerleaders are an under appreciated aspect of the game. And I guess about how there's still a sexist side of it that hasn't gone away," I say and he looks over to me, smiling.

"You are giving that paper a run for its money. Here I was thinking you'd write an article about how great I looked out there on the field," he jokes and I roll my eyes with a smile.

"Is that all you expected of me?" I ask with a raised brow and he shakes his head.

"No, no I didn't mean it like that. I just guess I assumed that the article on football would be about the game of football."

I furrow my brows. "It is," I reaffirm. "The cheerleaders are cheering on the game, I guess I want to know why and also why there are only two fully dressed boys who are tasked with throwing half dressed High school girls in the air. I want to see, from their perspective, what it's like to enter an industry, a lifetime career, of celebrating men." He is a little silent after that, only for a moment.

"It's not really that," he says thinking over my words. "Is it?"

I bite my tongue on the similarities that their role in the game had to me being a Luna to him. I'm sure there is a part of him that wants me to be at the game to cheer him on, the same part that sees me ruling beside him as a loving, supportive leader.

"I suppose that's what I'm trying to figure out. From my perspective it seems a little that way but ultimately their experience is what it is," I say because it's true. As much as I might disagree or feel that they could achieve more in life it's not about me. If they feel happy and content with cheerleading it's their choice.

"So I suppose I can rule out you being on the squad," he says with a slightly sad smile. "I was kind of hoping for more of an excuse to hang out on the weekends. How do you feel about playing football? I could pull some strings?" He asks and we both laugh at the idea.

"I'm afraid this is my last game spectating. I've only got one more to write and I negotiated that to be in the finals," I reply.

"There is nothing else that will keep you continuing to come?"

"Henry and I planned our senior year out with a bucket list long ago. If I take every Friday to torture myself sitting through football I won't possibly have the time to do it all," I reply and silence soon drifts between us.

We enter the next town just as the sun begins to set and I sit up in my seat, staring at the buildings that tower on the horizon. It's not as big as the capital, but its still large. All the old buildings, ones with character remain while newer office buildings and complexes have been adapted from them.

"I've never been here before," I mummer, staring out at the window. I'd been to a few smaller towns bordering the packs main city but never reached far out enough to get to a place like this.

"Really?" He asks. "This place is pretty popular during breaks. The nightlife is great in the city centre but there are also some nice holiday destinations out in the forrest too."

"My family never really left the city much for holidays," I reply, staring outside yet again.

We didn't ever leave the heart of the pack and I never understood it, even now I didn't really. But I think my parents figured they were safe there, safe from finding a mate if they hadn't already and besides, with just my father working there was never more than a few days for us to all go somewhere together anyway.

"Well I'm glad you are experiencing it for the first time with me." It's hard not to return his contagious smile, even if his ignorance to it all sits with me for the rest of the ride.

-

Our team won the game without a hitch and I sat through the cheers and roars reading over my notes from Molly and the opposition leader. The coach of the loosing team had some interesting takes on the topic, she was well educated and had clearly been asked a similar line of questions like it before.

Molly on the other hand...

"Athena!" I snap my head up from my notebook, pushing my glasses up to the bridge of my nose to see Molly, waving her pom poms at me. "Come on!" She yells just as Benny runs up from behind her, engulfing her in a huge hug to which she squeals. She embraces him lovingly when he puts her down and kisses him, smiling up at her mate.

I watch as Micah jogs up to the stand behind them with him team mates, his eyes lingering at the scene as more of his friends find their mates lovingly. I notice the way his smile lessens but doesn't dissipate as people pat him on the back and congratulate him.

I glance again at my notes before smoothing out the furrow of my brows with a sigh, closing it. "Athena!" I glance up again as Molly runs to the fence near the stand, giggling with Benny stood behind her, his arm wrapped securely around her waist. "Come down!" She says before turning to her mate once again to adorn him with love and praise.

I guess that's my cue.

I pack all my items into my carry bag slowly and walk down the stand to be met immediately with a large arm over my shoulder, pulling me into a warm body. Micah smiles at me and the energy of the air around us hums with happiness at the win and I force myself to give him a small smile back which makes him beam.

"We've done it again boys!" James announces in a holler and they all cheer. "And man of the match here," he says, pointing to Micah and not a single one of them can contain the extra glee at the sight of Micah's arm around me.

The metaphysical weight of it is heavy as hell.

Micah grins and sways away from the compliment. I don't even know what they are talking about but I don't figure its tough to get man of the match when your genetically better than every other player on the team. Seems a no brainer to me.

Though being next to Micah is warm and not the worst thing in the cold I gulp before dropping my bag, subtly getting out from his hold to pick it up. I know he knows it was intended but how else am I supposed to get away from something so forward? He's getting comfortable—too comfortable and it makes me want to move further away.

"Congrats," I say to him, smiling as I wrap my arms around my waist.

"Thanks, did you like the game?" He asks, hopeful yet again and I nod, gulping.

"Oh yeah, sure I did. It was really... cool and fast." I thought my casual lying skills had developed up until this point.

He raises his brows with a smile but lets me get away with it. A squeal leaves Molly's mouth yet again and it pulls both of our attention to the sight of them hugging lovingly. "You were amazing," she tells Ben with a peck to his lips. "That one catch from Micah and the way you just anticipated everything before it happened... you were so good out there."

I only have to glance at Micah to see the longing and I thank the heavens above when my phone rings from my pocket, Henry's face lighting up the screen giving me an excuse to text him and avoid whatever duties Micah wishes I would fulfil.

I smile as a photo of Gabe covered head to toe in flour covers my screen and respond with my sincerest congratulations. I was supposed to be there for that prank but I guess there's always another time.

Micah gets my attention by putting a hand on my arm and I pull away slightly before he can straight up hug me or some shit. "We are just going to head to the locker rooms and scrub up. Did you want to wait in the car?" He asks, the keys to the car in his palm.

"Uh, sure," I respond with a smile.

"Alright, I promise I won't be too long," he tells me and I take the keys from his hand and smile again. Maybe it's me that makes it all awkward but I don't know how else to end anything with him other than a friendly smile. It's almost it's own fuck off at this point and I hate that— I don't want to be rude.

But what else can I be expected to do? Give him a kiss goodbye and wish him the world like Molly would for Benny?

James of all people rescues me from such a fate by pulling his friend away to the locker room, leaving me stood alone. I let out a frustrated sigh, my mind reeling as I stare at Molly and all the other cheerleaders, stood talking to the mates of the football guys that aren't on the squad. They are probably trying to get them to sign up and join the insanity.

"Well hey there Luna," I snap my head to the stand behind me and frown at Gia and Finn, more so at the name they gave me. "We couldn't help but notice your little moment and wanted to let you know of our undying loyalty and love for you as you take this monumental next step in your life. Remember us when you're in the palace looking down at us lowly street rats won't you?" Gia asks sarcastically and I roll my eyes.

"That's not funny," I tell them seriously, cursing Micah in my mind for even thinking to come too close.

"We're just kidding, besides, if it's not true then there's no need to be hurt, is there?" Finn asks as he brings a light to his mouth, igniting the cigarette between his lips.

"Of course it's not true," I state defensively. His semi-hug felt even worse now, it made my gut wrench with guilt despite the fact it wasn't half bad in the moment. "What do either of you want anyway? If all you're here to do is taunt me then I've got places to be."

"We're sorry, truly," Gia says, her sarcasm removed. "We just wanted to let you in on a little fact we thought you may want to know—as friends. Well, honestly we thought you already knew but clearly we were wrong," she says and I furrow my brows.

"What fact?" I ask as a chill ripples through my clothes, brought on by the cool night air.

They share a glance and sympathy soon lines their faces. "Well word on the rumour mill is that you and Micah are official, like official offical. Some girl named Stacy from the pack house said her mom, who is the head chef, was working on some big dinner menu for your announcement to the pack." I don't mask my intense confusion.

Finn lets out a puff of smoke, nodding. "And Stacy is a gossip so of course we did some journalistic investigating and asked Gia's parents about it. There's supposedly something going on to do with both of you at the pack house in the next week."

My gut sinks but I just nod. "Well I didn't know about that," I say softly, looking to the ground in an attempt to stop myself from crying in front of them. "Thanks for letting me know, I better get going but I'll see you guys around."

I turn from them and walk off before they can stop me. "Athena!" I ignore Molly and the cheer squad completely, walking past them to let the tears spill from my eyes.

It might be a lie, I don't even know if it's true. But surely Micah would've heard of such a rumour if Gia knew of it, there's no way he didn't. I wipe away the tears that stain my cheeks and breathe in the cool air, letting it burn my chest to rid me of my pain.

I've got to give him the benefit of the doubt but after my interview with Molly it's hard to ignore what he really wants from me and how its going to work if I know I don't. Every single question I asked ended on her love for Benny, on how much the mate bond made it all worth it, about how she didn't mind cheering him on not because of her love for the sport but because of her love for him.

She then started detailing to me how great their sex life was and how I had no clue what I was in for with an Alpha and that being marked and mated was the number one thing in the world to her. It was incredibly awkward. I barely put any thought to that—he's attractive, incredibly so, but my mind going there is something I'd rather avoid. But I'm certain he's thought of it, thought of me... ugh.

At every point she could she'd try entice me into joining, telling me how much closer it would bring Micah and I and how much he would love it. Benny supported her in what she liked, she made that clear enough but when I pressed on what exactly that was I couldn't get a clear answer.

And that's what Micah wanted, it's exactly what he wanted. He looked so longingly at all the other mated couples, he wanted what they had. For me to be a cheerleader and for my life to be devoted to him and I wanted nothing more than to be rid of such an expectation.

But that's not even what unsettled me the most. If it made Molly happy then fair enough, that's her prerogative. But she seemed so adamant that I would feel just like her once I'd accepted the bond and it was frightening. I know that statistically mates who are reluctant at first come around—at least that's what they tell us but I don't want to be induced out of my free will by some magic ju ju.

I made it to the car just as the group of football players walked out of the main building. Micah noticed me immediately and said goodbye to them all, running over to where I stood with a smile that soon faltered. "Athena are you alright?" He asks and I hate how transparent I am.

"Not really," I reply and he moves closer which makes me flinch away, something that stuns him still. I glance around us.

"What's wrong? Did someone hurt you?" He asks, letting his outreached hand drop at his side.

"No—no one has hurt me I'm fine," I say, taking a deep breath. "Can we just talk in the car?" I ask, people look our way ordinarily, especially in a town where they haven't met their future luna and I hate causing a scene.

He nods catching the keys I throw to him with concern still covering his face. He unlocks the doors and I slide in, waiting as he throws his sports bag in the boot to come in from his side. The moment his door is closed behind him his attention is placed solely on me.

"What's the matter?" He asks, turning on the engine to have some heat enter the car.

"Someone told me that there was going to be a pack party for me. Some kind of official welcome as your mate I guess and then Molly was just saying all this stuff about the bond and you and me and its just—" I let out a heavy sigh, trying to reign in my emotions before they become tears. "It's not normal—not for me. I know it is for you and everyone else and I'm the weird one for not acting a certain way but I thought that I'd made myself pretty clear on this."

Grief lines his eyes but overwhelmingly all I see is exhaustion. "I was going to tell you about the party, I was," he defends before letting silence drop over us as he mulls in his thoughts, finding the best way to go around saying this. "My mother wanted an official way to introduce you to the pack, not as a whole just to the higher ranking officials since you didn't know any of them. More as a way for you to make connections and friends in the pack house and I guess maybe feel more comfortable there," he explains.

"I don't think I'm ready for any of that, I don't want to be introduced to the pack," I reply and he clenches his jaw, looking away for a moment before sighing deeply.

"Okay, that's okay, I'll make sure it doesn't happen until you're ready," he says but I can tell it's not because neither of us have a clue when that will be. "And what was Molly telling you about the bond that upset you?" He asks, taking to the next point swiftly.

I look away, trying to hide the heat that creeps onto my face. I wish he hadn't turned the air con up and I wish thinking back on what she said, in such close proximity to him, didn't affect me like it does. "I—it was, well," I stammer. "Stuff, you know," I clarified, gulping and I watched as it clicked and shock overcame his face along with a slight smirk.

"That's not where I expected the conversation to go," he says, his smirk turning into a smile and as I become more squeamish, he wipes it completely, reminding himself its not funny. Or that I don't find it funny, which I don't. "I can talk with Molly if you want, is that what you want? Or do you have like... concerns?" It is clear that he has absolutely no idea how to approach the subject and honestly, neither do I.

"No," I reply abruptly. "It was all a little too much. I just feel like I'm expected to be like her as a mate and I'm not—probably never will be and she made it seem like the bond would take that feeling away, erase me and replace who I am with some other version."

He smiled then, shaking his head. "That won't happen, trust me. Sure people grow and change but the whole mind take over bond thing is a complete myth, I've seen enough human wolf couples still at square one in their sixties to know that much." I nod my head at the reassurance, feeling the weight lifting off my shoulders immediately.

"Good," I say, nodding my head assuredly and he laughs a smirk coming over his face again which makes me more confused. "What's funny?" I ask and he shakes his head, leaning back.

"Did you really think I could bewitch you, Mennison?" He asks, infatuation with my response waiting eagerly in his eyes.

I scoff, folding my arms over my chest. "No," I state like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Then why are you blushing?" His voice drops as he raises a brow and I tuck my hair behind my ears, at a total loss for words. I blush harder, I'm sure I do. He leans over and I stop breathing for a moment as his hand grabs a loose strand, tucking it behind my ear. "You missed a bit," he points out and I look down at his lips, staring at his freaking perfect face with freaking perfect everything and— oh god what am I even thinking right now?

He pulls back to his seat abruptly and turns on the stereo, smiling at me. "You don't have to answer me right now Mennison, I know I'm literally breathtaking so I'll give you a moment," he says with a smile and I scoff at the arrogance of it.

"I'm blushing because it's so damn hot in here, that's why," I reply, pulling my shit together.

He shrugs. "Whatever you say." Oh he's good at this—almost too good. "Now are you ready for some real fun?"

-

Its loud, incredibly loud and for some reason it feels like two in the morning when in reality the night has just begun. I have pulled all nighters playing video games but one moment in an actual high school party and I feel like I belong in a retirement village.

I push past people in the hall, looking for any sign of Micah. He was supposed to wait outside the bathroom for me but he was no where in sight when I got out. I shove past bodies of people stumbling and laughing, the heat of everyone crammed so tightly suffocating me slowly.

A slender hand wraps around my arm and I twist to find Molly barely stable. "Thea!" She yells, everyone is looking for you we are about to play a game.

"I think I'm going to head to bed!" I reply, shouting over the music and she gives me a look like I'm crazy.

"No! You don't need bed here," she grabs two small shot glasses full of something and hands me one. "Just have one of these, trust me you'll have fun! You've gotta loosen up, girl!"

I look at the liquor in my hand and then to Molly, smiling like the rest of the people here. I'm the only one out of place and coincidentally the only one without some kind of alcohol in my hand. Maybe she's right, maybe I do need to have more fun and live a little, I'm in high school and one shot isn't going to kill me.

I shoot back the content of the glass and feel my entire throat burn, my body clenching up in disgust. It tasted like literal garbage.

Molly cheers me on so loudly that everyone around us joins before grabbing my hand firmly and turning on her heels. "Where are we going?" I ask but either she doesn't hear me or chooses to ignore as she drags me through the party.

We reach a room at the end of the hallway and she opens it up, Kelsey already inside with Olive laughing their brains out. Both of them look up at us elated the moment we enter and Molly shuts the door, rushing over to a mini fridge. "Athena!!!" Kelsey yells, jumping off the bed to tackle me in an embrace. I can smell the booze on her but I laugh, hugging her back before pulling away.

"Hey Kelsey, how are you feeling?" I laugh and she deliberates my words, going as far to put a finger on her head and tap.

"Great!" She exclaims. "Isn't this party sooo much fun?" She slurs and I do feel more relaxed after whatever Molly gave me.

"Here!" Molly says again, pushing her friend out of the way. "Have some of this, it's sooo good and then we dance!"

I take the small cup from her and pull it to my nose, sniffing before pulling back. "What is it?" I ask in horror and Olives eyes light up.

"Is that wolfsbane?" She asks, reaching for Molly's discarded bottle and pulling it to her lips before coughing loudly. "Thea if you want to have some fun then drink that."

I've heard of wolfsbane, its essentially just wolf-level alcohol that will get a human drunk far faster and to a much higher level. Is that what I had before? "I... I'm not sure," I hesitate, but I don't put the cup down.

I've never been to a party and I know no one here but everyone else seems to be enjoying their time... it could be fun. "I can get you a chaser!" Molly says, picking up some juice from next to her bed. I glance around and already my vision feels a little slower as I take in Benny's football bag on the floor and their clothes heaped in a pile. Where are all the mates?

"Okay." I mummer and I take the shot before I can change my mind, following up instantly with a chaser. The girls all cheer and embrace me in a hug.

"Lets go dance!" Kelsey says but Molly stops her, looking at my jeans and jumper.

"First, let's get you a party outfit.

We find the dance floor very shortly after that and I pull at the mini skirt that barely covers my leg but nothing can stop it from riding up as we jump in the mosh pit of a living room. I don't even know how long we have been dancing but my body buzzes and my legs feel light despite the fact that I have been jumping on them. Olive grips me and laughs hysterically over something I can't place before she pulls the other two to us.

"I need something to drink!" She yells before dragging my hand which drags Molly's, which drags Kelseys as she B-lines to the kitchen.

There are surprisingly no strangers in the room aside from a pair making out in the corner but we all ignore them as Olive raids the fridge. "BENNY!" Molly's yell makes me clamp my hands over my ear as she runs full force into her mate, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist before kissing him all over his face.

Benny just smiles, holding his mate as he pulls his head back to look at her.

Xavier enters right after and rushes past me to his mate who is sat on the floor with a jar full of pickles. He takes one out of her hand and eats it before sitting down next to her, his arm dropping over her shoulders. Micah enters last and he doesn't look at all as dopey as the others, instead his face lines with pure relief as he looks at me.

"Athena," he says in a heavy sigh, his eyes locked on mine as he sidesteps around Ben and Molly. His eyes flick down to my body and widen slightly but the moment he is close enough he cups a hand around the side of my face, drawing me to him. "I'm so sorry I didn't wait, I got pulled away for a second and then I came back and was waiting for someone that wasn't even you and I had no idea where you went. I was looki-"

I reach my hand up and smoosh it over his full lips, the feeling of their softness leaving sparks over my palm as I laugh, squishing them further so he makes a funny face. I can't stop the giggles that erupt my body as his eyes go wide with shock and he stares at me with his lips now pulled to the side.

He takes my hand from his mouth, holding it and chuckles lightly, his shock rimmed with pure joy as he stares at me. "What..."

His eyes finally trail down then and he gulps as he looks at my outfit that doesn't cover a great amount of my skin. "Shush!" I reprimand and as I do a gust of wind comes in from outside, chilling my body that was warm a moment ago. My hands grip his jacket and I furrow my brows. "I neesh..."

I slur my words as I try to remove it from him but another gust makes me give up and just wrap my arms straight around his firm torso. He's so warm. He's like a radiator of heat, like snuggling a warm towel from the dryer. I plant my face on his chest, removing any space between us and I feel my eye lids sag.

I could sleep here. I feel so comfortable, so relaxed.

His arms don't wrap back around me, they just stick at his sides, shocked and so I pull back enough to glare at him, at his baffled expression. "You don't like me." I conclude, my anger turning sad and his brows furrow as he furiously shakes his head.

"What? Thea of course I like you, I like you a lot why would you say that?" He asks and I glance at his arms.

"Then hug me, your warm and I like... your face," I decide in a complete slur and when I go to pull back further to inspect his hands I stumble, making him catch me, pulling me up.

"Woah," he says and I laugh, looking into his eyes before gasping.

"And your eyes!" I exclaim. They were so mesmerising. "You are so beautiful." Heat rises to his cheeks, painting them with the softest shade of pink and his smile just looks amused.

"Are you drunk, Thea?" He asks and I look around me.

"Pfft, no. No everyone else here is just really drunk." I pull from his grasp quickly, turning to point at Xavier who is helping himself to his mates pickle jar. "Look at him! Eating pickles."

"He is eating pickles," Micah confirms, smiling at me and his grin entrances me.

"Your lips are so soft," I tell him in a giggle and he tries to stop himself laughing but can't.

"Are they?"

I nod. "Yeah, they are. I'd wanna kiss em but boys have cooties and I don't wan that." I tell him seriously before glancing at my hands that covered them a moment ago, lifting them up to him. "I should wash these."

He laughs loudly, pulling my hands down as he shakes his head with a grin. "You don't need to worry, cooties is just a thing for human boys," he tells me.

"And you're a wolf!" I exclaim, my eyes going wide as I gasp. "Nooo wayyyy, can you turn into a puppy? I wanna meet puppy Micah, pleaseeee, I bet he's so cute," I beg and he smiles broadly before Molly walks past me, her hands around a bottle alcohol that captures my attention.

"Can I have one?" I ask her and she nods, passing me a bottle from the counter that I try to open.

Micah takes it from me with a smile, going to remove the lid before looking at the label, his face twisting into horror. He looks like he's about to go into cardiac arrest. "Hurry," I complain. "They taste so good!"

His attention snaps to me, and then to Molly. "How many of these has she had?" He asks Molly firmly, so firm and with such authority it almost makes her sober up for a moment.

She shrugs, leaning into Benny. "I don't know... a few?"

"Molly this is wolfsbane. This isn't meant for humans, it's dangerous," he looks at me again then, placing the bottle down before gently taking ahold of my arms, forcing me to look at him somewhat stably. "Thea, how many have you had?" He asks gently.

I pull my hand up and start to count on both hands, confusing myself before scrunching my face and shaking it all away. "I don't know, let's dance, I wanna dance," I move to pull away from him but his hold on me is tight.

"Benny can you pass me some of that juice," he says to his friend who only looks slightly drunk. Micah passes me the open bottle a second later. "Drink some of this, you need to get that out of your system."

I go to drink the juice but pour it over my shirt, dripping the liquid onto the floor. "Oops," I say, but the sight of it makes my stomach turn, nausea hitting me. "I don't feel so good, I think I'm gonna throw up."

I expect panic from my mate but he just acts quickly, picking my body up effortlessly. "I'm going to get her to bed. Ben, man please make sure this place doesn't burn down and someone find James."

I cover my mouth with my hand and Micah does look at me concerned then. "Hold on, just hold on for a second." He almost begs before turning into the nearest room in the hall and closing the door before bringing us to the bathroom.

The moment I am in front of the toilet I vomit the contents of my stomach. One of Micah's hands pull my hair back as the other rubs a circle on my back. I just grip the toilet bowl for dear life and empty out all of the wolfsbane I have had tonight.

"Let it out," he tells me.

Once I am done I groan and lean into his chest as he kneels behind me. "Ugh," I say and he grabs a towel from the vanity next to me and wipes my face with it. He doesn't even care that my disgusting vomit is all over me in addition to sweat and juice and god only knows what else. I am a complete mess.

"Well its probably a good thing that stuff is out of your system. Wolfsbane is really not good for humans Athena, please don't have any again. Just have normal vodka, I will personally get you as much human vodka as you want, just don't drink wolfsbane."

I hear his pleas but my mind doesn't register them. "There's juice on my shirt," I say instead and Micah laughs, standing up and letting me stay seated.

"Give me a second." He runs back into his room and returns with a large shirt, passing it to me. It smells so much like him, so familiar and warm and that tired feeling creeps back into me with a yawn.

"I'm going to get you some water, just put that on," he instructs and I do, pulling my shirt up to which he turns around, making me pout.

"You don't think I am pretty," I say in a huff and I actually think I might cry as he rejects me with that one action. He thinks I am ugly and it feels like the worst thing in the whole world.

"I think you are beautiful, Thea. The most beautiful thing on this earth but you are not going to want me to have seen you tomorrow," he tells me, remaining turned as his hands clench. "I'll be back in a moment."

He leaves the room and I peel the shirt off, I didn't even wear a bra under the backless top and so after getting a fresh towel, wetting it and wiping off any excess juice, I put Micahs shirt on.

It's so big it goes over the skirt I wear. True to his word, Micah comes back a moment later with a huge bottle of water. "I'm tired." I tell him and he nods.

"I figured you would be. Just try drink as much of that as you can and I can take you to your ro—" A knock rattles through the room, firm and vigorous, like a policeman and I instinctively move to Micah, gripping onto his shirt for stability.

"Are we gonna go to jail?"

He leads me to the bed and makes me sit on the end, wrapping my hand tighter around the bottle. "No. Don't worry, just drink your water." The furious knocking continues and Micah stalks to the door as I decide to lay down, the ceiling moving up and down.

Micah swings open the door and I'm too entranced by the dizzy feeling in my head to care. "Athena?" A voice breaks through the room and I sit up slowly, my vision blurring as I grip my head.

I see Gabe through my blurry gaze and he takes one look at me, at the shirt I wear over bare legs, at where I am sat and at Micah before his fist swings and connects with my mates cheek. 

a/n

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