*****Edited by krisgee*****

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Chapter 15 (Amy)

            The bell rang and I hopped up excitedly wanting to surprise my mate by showing up at his classroom door first.  His nearness this morning seemed like a blanket of comfort to me, especially after learning the sad news about Grandpop.  I frowned at the thought while hefting my bag over my shoulder.  

            “No time for frowns,” I muttered to myself while walking out of my Trig class.  I imagined the bright smile of my Mr. Hunky Chocolate Brown Eyes and it worked like a charm.  As I stood outside of his class watching the people file out my grin grew in anticipation of his warm touch, his intoxicating smell, his sexy voice.  Well hell, everything about the freaking guy threw my body completely out of sync.

            The last person left the class room and I was left stumped.  Where the crap is my Mr. Hunky Chocolate Brown Eyes?  I sat there a few moments longer, waiting and waiting and waiting.  Screw this.  I walked just inside the door and felt like I had been smacked in the chest with a two by four.  I rubbed my eyes and blinked them several times hoping that what I was seeing was a mistake, a very huge and colossal mistake.  
    
            When I opened my eyes for the last time and seen that slut run her hands down my Mr. Hunky Chocolate Brown Eyes’ chest and cup his sex, I lost it.  I mean I went certifiably insane.  This was no mistake.  And you want to know what was worse?  He sat there.  He didn’t make a move to stop her.  He just sat there and let her touch him like that.  Oh god, I couldn’t stand there any longer.  I had to get out.  I had to get away before the world closed in on me.  I did the only thing I knew to do.  I ran.  I took off and ran like the devil himself was after me.

            Dodging through the people I had no other thought in my mind but escape.  Escape far away from him and from this place.  Running through the hall I felt someone grab my arm pulling me to a halt.  I was breathing heavily when I looked back to see that it was Liza who had pulled me to the side of the hall.  

            “Where are you going?” she said as she paused mid sentence after taking in my sorry state.  “What the hell happened?” she asked, clearly concerned.

            I couldn’t speak.  My eyes filled with tears and my chest hurt like a bitch.  Words would just not leave my mouth as the pictures of her sitting on his lap kept reeling through my mind.  Fiercely, I started to shake my head back and forth.  

            “I can’t, I- I need.” and I couldn’t say any more.  Then I heard his voice and the two by four came slamming against my chest once again.  I started to hyperventilate and Liza quickly gathered that whatever was wrong had something to do with my Mr. Hunky Chocolate Brown Eyes.

            Still holding onto my arm she glanced back at him and watched as he came running towards us.  My body started to tremble; I didn’t have the strength to face him right now.  My wolf was screaming in my head to get away.  With her mouth drawn in a grim line, Liza released my hand and gave me a gentle shove.
    
            “Go,” she said while glancing back to see him closing in on us.  “I’ll take care of him, just promise to call me later, alright?” she said while still keeping her eyes peeled on the massive body hurling towards us.

            I nodded my head and turned on my heels.  I was off again, looking for an escape.  I heard him call out my name and it ripped at my very soul.  How could he still do this to me?  After what I witnessed, how could he have this overwhelming effect on me?  I hated myself for it and most of all I hated him; I hated him for his treacherous behavior.

            Then I heard Liza stop him.  I head her tell him “Don’t,” but that was all I clearly understood.  By then I had finally reached the doors to the school slamming them wide open with the palms of my hands.  I didn’t stop there.  I hit the ground moving hard and fast.  I didn’t change into my wolf form.  I was too scared of what I might be tempted to do to either of them in wolf form.  My wolfish instincts would demand blood and Victoria was only human.  She wouldn’t have a fighting chance against me.  For that reason alone I ran in my human form until I couldn’t push myself any further.

            I collapsed against a tree and finally let myself go.  I let the tears roll and the pain leak out of me.  I sat there for hours pouring my heart out all over Mother Earth.  I pounded my fist against the ground in anger and cried some more.  

            A short time later, I heard Stevie try to call out to me mentally and I quickly threw up a wall blocking him.  I could not talk to him right now in any form.  I had absolutely nothing to say.

            When the sobs quieted I inhaled a deep breath of fresh air and ran my hands through my unruly hair.  My makeup was running down my face and my hair was knotted.  I must be a sore sight, I thought to myself while shaking my head.  I felt so empty.  Stevie stole my heart and smashed it into a million pieces.  Loneliness was all I felt then, that and profounding despair.

            At a complete loss of what to do next, I decided to call the one person that I could always turn to when my world was falling apart; my Grandpop.  I pulled out my cell phone and quickly dialed the familiar number.  Holding the phone to me ear I listened to the phone ring and finally, his voice answered.

            “Hello?”  I hesitated for a moment reveling in the sound of his gruff voice.

            “Hello?” he repeated again impatiently.

            “Grandpop,” I croaked out and sounded like a dead frog.

            “Amy, little one, is that you?”

            “Yes, it’s me Grandpop,” I answered.

            “Aren’t you supposed to be in school little one?” he chided me.  I couldn’t help but to smile at his tone.  He was the sweetest Grandpop in the world, no matter how stern he tried to act.  

            “Yes, Grandpop,” I answered and my breath hitched on another sob.

            “Are you crying, baby?” he asked, clearly concerned now.  I wiped the tears from my face and I tried to make my voice sound stronger for him.

            “No- no sir,” I said.

            “Now girl, don’t you be telling me any stories now.  What has my little one so upset?” he replied in his no nonsense voice.

            I really should have known better.  Grandpop was no fool.  He could see through the foggiest of people.  I sighed heavily into the phone.  I would go with the safe answer right now.  If I mention Stevie, then that would be a death wish for him.

            “You, Grandpop,” I answered.  “I heard you were sick and I’m scared.”

            “Whatever for, little one?  I’m a little sick, not dead.”  That caused a small chuckle to rise from my chest.  

            “That’s good to hear,” I answered softly.

            “Well hear it and believe it little one, cause I’m not going anywhere any time soon.  I want to be here to watch my Will walk you down the aisle.”  That damn two by four slammed into my chest once again taking my breath away.  

            He continued cheerfully, “I heard that you found your mate.  When are you going to bring him up to the estate to meet me and your Grandma?”

            I so did not want to talk about Stevie right now, but there was only one way to placate Grandpop; tell him what he wants to hear.

            “Soon,” I said softly.  “Soon.”

            “Well be quick about it.  We’re not getting any younger you know.”

            “I know,” I answered back.  “Well I guess I need to get back to class,” I said wanting to end what had turned into a dreadful conversation.

            “Alright, you be good little one and don’t be scarce about coming to see us.  Love you,” he said.

            “Love you, bye,” I quickly said and closed the phone.  Sitting against the tree I closed my eyes and rested my head in my hands.  I just wanted everything bad to go away.  Was that too much for a girl to ask for?  Didn’t I deserve the happiness that was supposed to come with finding your mate, not this horrific pain clawing at my gut?

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            Four days have passed, four very long, lonely and miserable days that I had cut off any sort of communication with Stevie.  I still couldn’t face him after that traitorous incident that I witnessed.  God knows he’s tried every way to reach me though, but my girls have had my back all the way.  All three of us decided not to say anything to Zach because he would go all John Cienna on Stevie’s ass.  I might be pissed as hell at my mate, but I was not up to seeing him being pounded into a creamy pulp.
    
            Tabby started yelling at me to get my costume on.  Yep, it was talent show time and I felt like a zombie.  Liza and Tabby had tried all day to lift my spirits for that show but I just couldn’t do it.  I couldn’t find my happy place when my mate was so far away from me, but yet I couldn’t make myself call out to him either.

            What a cluster fuck this has turned out to be, I thought to myself.

            I changed into my little school girl type costume that bared half my ass and an indecent amount of cleavage up top.  Liza braided my hair while Tabby topped off my make up.  I was now officially ready to Baby, Baby my ass off for the whole school to see.  Yay me.  

            “Five minutes till curtain time,” the director called out to our group.  I groaned.

            “Come on,” Tabby said easily pulling me out the door of our dressing room.  Letting myself be pulled along I was suddenly stopped by a warm tingling touch wrapped around my arm.

            “Princess?” he asked, “Can I please talk to you?” he said pleadingly.

            That touch fired off every nerve ending in my brain.  The energy simmered between us until I looked into his eyes.  Man, I thought I looked bad but when I eyed him from head to toe he looked like he had been put through the wringer and poured through a strainer.  I glanced at Tabby who was waiting impatiently.

            “Two minutes,” the director called out to us.  We both looked at the stage before turning back to each other.
    
            I sighed.  “We need to talk.  I know that.  Neither one of us can go on living like this,” he said.

            “After the show,” I conceded.  “You can take me to Starbucks and we can talk.”

            A small smile appeared on his face and he leaned in pressing a lingering kiss against my forehead.  I closed my eyes letting the tingling sensation from his lips run through me.

            “You got it, Princess,” he whispered just before releasing me.  “Good luck,” he called out as Tabby began to pull me on stage.

            The music started and the booty shaking began.  Feeling lighter after my mate’s touch I rocked that stage and we owned the show.  The performance was a hit and the applause afterwards was deafening.  

            Back in the dressing room Tabby and Liza were chattering nonstop about how we were the show stopping performance of the evening.  All I was looking forward to was finally talking to my mate.  I wanted this huge empty hole in my chest to heal and be whole once again.  

            I hurriedly changed out of my costume and told the girls goodbye.  Both of them wore a knowing smile.  Maybe, things can work out.  Just maybe, I thought to myself. 

            I walked out to the parking lot looking for My Mr. Hunky Chocolate Brown Eyes when I heard and unfamiliar voice call from behind me.

            “Exscuse me,” he said and I turned around.

            That was the biggest mistake of my life.  A bag was thrown over my head and I tried to scream.  A hand covered my mouth stopping the sound from escaping.  This guy was strong and he was a wolf.  I panicked.  He lifted me as if I was nothing.  I fought with everything I had in me as he dragged me away.  My last thought was of my Mr. Hunky chocolate Brown Eyes. Then I felt the sting of a needle in my arm and a burning medicine being pushed into my vein.  The very next moment the darkness claimed me.