I am so sorry that it took so long for me to update and i sincerly appologize. For some odd reason this chapter was really hard for me to write. I had to take it days at a time, slowly adding bits and peices to it. I wanted to add that I made the storyline and if I were to follow it completely, it would be roughly 37 chapters. I knew that it would be longer then Conffesions in Moonlight, but I had no idea it would be that much longer!

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Chapter 3- Friends

~Mac's POV~

I sat and stared through my windshield at the trees surrounding the school. I was tired from dreams that left me exhausted. Dreams that involved a certain Wyatt Parker. After Wyatt left me in the hallway the day before, I decided to skip class; my emotions and thoughts too conflicted to be around anyone and function coherently. I sighed and ran a hand through my long hair, feeling oddly unruffled. But I was getting accustomed to feeling that way, though. With Wyatt, it was hard to tell my own emotions from someone else's.

I heard a soft knock on my window and jumped, clutching my now racing heart. I slid the window down and took in Wyatt's amused face. The rain glistened in his hair making it look black rather than brown. His face was flushed red from the chilly air. It was November after all.

"I'm sorry," he said but his voice belayed his delight in the situation.

"I'm sure you are," I muttered dryly, rolling the window back up and opening the door, stepping out into the bitter air. I leaned in to grab my backpack. Just as my fingers reached the black material, I heard a sharp intake of breath, freezing me one the spot. Frowning, I grabbed my bag and turned around to see Wyatt no longer looking at me. "Is something wrong?" I asked, startled.

He turned around as if he had been that way from the begging. "Ah, no, you, ah, no. Nothing is wrong. Peachy," he said urgently. His face flushed. "Shall we go in?"

I eyed him hesitantly, before looking around and biting the inside of my lip wearily. "Where is Amber?" I had aimed for kindly asking it, but I'm sure it came out in my normal bitchy manor.

Wyatt scratched his neck, and I noted that it was his nervous habit. "She's absent. Amber doesn't like school and her mother lets her do whatever. So she skipped, as usual."

He began walking towards the school and I followed after him, falling into step beside him. "Where is your family?"

I hitched my bag up higher up on my shoulder. "Inside. I was sitting in my car for awhile." Avoiding you, I almost added. I bit my tongue. It was so easy to say too much around him.

He looked over at me as we continued up the steps. He cut me off and turned around suddenly, stopping in front of me. He stared down at me, the steps adding to our already height difference. "Why do you hide from people?"

I started. "Hide from people?" I

He nodded. "Yeah, hide from people. You don't talk to anyone that isn't your family unless that person is me. You eat lunch with only your family. You sit in your car alone. I would say you like to hide."

I laughed indignantly. "I do not hide, Wyatt. I just like to keep to myself. I enjoy solitude and nature. Besides, there are people who have many faces and are quick to judge." I moved around him until I reached a step that would put us at equal eye level. "I don't hide."

He reached forward and swept a piece of hair behind my ear causing my heart rate to quicken and the blood in my veins start to bubble. "I didn't mean to upset you, mon chéri."

I laughed. "French, huh? So I'm your darling?" I teased, the anger inside me dissipating as sudden as it had come along.

His dark blue eyes danced with mirth. "Of course, mademoiselle!"

I smiled at him. French was such a romantic language. And he made it sound like angles wings were flying in the breeze. Magical. "You take French?"

"Took French, yes. The only class I was good at." He placed his hand at the small of my back causing my breath to come in quick gasps and walked up to me until he reached my step and he dropped it, leading me into the school.

I felt my brows furrow in confusion. "But how could you have already taken it? You can't take a foreign language till you're a sophomore."

He frowned at me. "I'm a senior, Mac."

I chocked. "What? But you're in my English ten class!"

He laughed, stopping at my locker and leaning against the one's beside it. "I suck at English, but am amazing at French. Go figure."

I opened my locker and threw my backpack in it. I grabbed my French notebook and closed the door. "So what, you're fluent in French?"

He nodded with a large smile. "Oui. I could tutor you, if you want," he offered.

I had a photographic memory, why would I need tutoring? "That would be nice," I said instead.

The bell rang and I felt a frown pull the corners of my lips down. Wyatt noticed and laughed. "Hate school that much huh?"

I groaned and turned to walk to class. He was right beside me. "N'avez-vous pas biendormir?" Did you not sleep well?

I grinned at him. "Pas vraiment." Not really.

"You know," he drawled, "you speak French so well, I would assume it was your second language."

I stopped walking once we reached the room. "My grandmother speaks it," I half lied. She did, but only because I asked her to so I would have someone to speak French with who would understand me. "In a way, maybe it is my second language."

Wyatt stopped moving and stood in front of me. He reached forward to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering a little longer than necessary on the vulnerable spot behind my ear, sending shivers down my neck and arms.

"Why do you always do that?" I found myself whispering breathlessly. I mentally did the palm plus forehead equation.

He withdrew his hand immediately and I missed its warmth, instantly feeling bereft. "I don't want to be late. I'll see you later, MacKayla." He turned on his heel and left.

I frowned at his haste and muttered, "Vous ne serez pas s'éloigner de moi si facilement, Wyatt Parker." You won't be getting rid of me that easily, Wyatt Parker. "Not now that you are so forever etched inside of my heart."

~Wyatt's POV~

I hurried off to chemistry, hoping Mac would forget that every time I was near her, I would tuck a tendril of her smooth, silky hair behind her ear. How could I be so stupid? I was flirting with her, I knew that, but stopping seemed so hard that I was doing it without even realizing it. Not until she mentioned it. It was bad enough that when she bent over to grab her bag that morning, I had stared at her butt. She was wearing skinny jeans again and it only accentuated her curves. And ass. It was so bad that I had been extremely tempted to see if it was as firm as it looked. Very. Tempted. I had to turn around and force images into my head that would turn me off rather than on. Like my Aunt Gretchen naked. I shuddered at the thought.

I took my seat besides my friend Jeremy and watched as a brawny Emmett and a stunning Rosalie Cullen sauntered into class holding hands. Mac's siblings, I thought.

Emmett and Rosalie sat down at a table beside mine and I noticed Emmett was watching me intently. I looked over at him and his dark golden eyes were looking dangerously at me. He was intimidating, but I was a hard one to scare.

Jeremy nudged me in the ribs with his elbow and I looked over at my blond friend. "What?"

Jeremy laughed, his green eyes amused. "Why do you not get scared like you should? Emmett and his brother Jasper already threatened Greg and Ryan for flirting with their girlfriends. And dude, he is staring at you."

I shrugged. "He won't hurt me." As long as Mac is my friend. If I were to hurt her, then I would be scared.

"What's up with you and Amber?" he asked abruptly.

I sighed. "I don't know. I… honestly? I can't stand her."

Jeremy glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. "No one can, yet everyone wants her. How you put up with her as long as you did amazes me. By now, I would have ringed her neck just for being so stupid."

I couldn't help but laugh. Jeremy wasn't known for his acts of kindness. When the teacher dispersed us for our labs, I wasn't at all surprised to find a chair sitting beside me. Emmett sunk down in it.

"I need a partner," he said, his dimples flashing as he spoke.

"Me to," I said calmly. I looked over at Jeremy who shrugged and went to find his own partner.

He sighed. "You aren't an easy one to daunt," he stated.

"Not really. I grew up with five older brothers. Had to learn not to scare easily if I wanted a chance to survive."

His odd colored eyes studied me. "Is there something going on with you and MacKayla?"

I answered the questions out of the book, writing them down on a sheet of paper while I spoke. "No. I want there to be, but I have a girlfriend. I would never cheat on her, no matter how much I dislike her. Not too mention that Mac is only fifteen." I had this problem with never putting my foot in my mouth. I always said too much. So I looked over at Emmett, waiting to either get punched or lectured about his sister and what he would do to me.

"You know," he said after a moment, "you wouldn't be so bad for my sister. She needs someone who won't back down. She is the total opposite of her mother. Daring and headstrong. And I'm sure either Aiden or Ravyn have given you the talk. I like you."

He leaned in close. "But I will a hundred percent put a cap in your ass if you hurt her in any way."

I nodded. Was I really that stupid? As if I didn't already know that. "And I'm sure I would deserve it too."

Emmett blinked and gave me an peculiar look before bursting into laughter causing everyone around us to stop and watch.

~Mac's POV~

I stared at the clock as the hands moved clockwise with infinite slowness. I felt my eye twitch and for a second, it seemed like the clock stopped moving. I was so hungry, that when my stomach growled, my neighbor would give me a funny look so I just smiled at her. And of course, when she turned back around, I made a face at the back of her ugly head.

The small hand got closer to ending the minute, and my hands gripped my purse tighter. I was ready to bolt straight to the cafeteria the very second the bell rang. I hated lines; I wasn't exactly a patient person.

When the second hand got to the twelve, I stood up, and everyone looked back at me. I sighed and sat down. Of course the clock would be fast. Of all the days for that to happen.

Aiden chuckled. "Why would you leave so fast? Just grab Edwards's plate. He's too busy playing with Bella's hair to really pick at his food."

I sighed again. "Being this hungry makes your mind loose brain cells."

"No it doesn't." He smiled widely. He just loved it when I had moments of blondness. They were rare, but when they happened, he enjoyed making hem last.

"Are you a doctor? I think not."

He smirked. "Mac, really." He tsked me. "I think you should eat a healthier breakfast."

"I didn't eat breakfast, and I'm not stupid!"

He rolled his eyes. "Oh really? Wanna make a bet?"

"Not particularly. I don't want to aid you in you gambling. You need GA, Gamblers Anonymous."

He laughed. "No, that's Jasper and Emmett. I just like to indulge every once in awhile."

The bell rang and I stood up, knowing Aiden was right. I could just steal my grandfather's tray. I did however walk quickly. It felt as if my stomach was gnawing on my organs. I sat down and a tray was instantly pushed in front of me. I dug right in, not pausing at all.

"Mac," my mother chided, sitting down beside me. "You shouldn't eat too fast. You'll get a stomach ache."

"It would be no worse then what I already have," I answered, my mouth full.

Rosalie laughed. "People are gonna think we starve you."

"Didn't you eat breakfast?" my dad asked, taking a seat beside my mother. He grabbed her hand and began to eat his own lunch while toying with her fingers.

"No, I overslept this morning."

"You never do that." He frowned.

I shrugged. And burped. My plate was empty.

"Nice one," a deep voice said.

I looked to my left as Wyatt sat down beside me. Did I just burp in front of my imprint?! And was he really not grossed out?!

"Ah… thanks…" I sputtered.

My mother discreetly passed me her tray. I nodded my thanks and shoveled the mashed potatoes into my mouth, trying hard not to be self-conscious. But it was difficult.

"Sup?" Emmett drawled, taking a seat in front of Wyatt. Rose scooted over to him.

Wyatt shrugged. "Nothin' much."

"Hey bro!" Ravyn shouted, giving Wyatt a high five and sitting beside him.

Oh dear God, please kill me now! I pleaded in my head. I was never so severely embarrassed as I was in that moment.

"So," I said, praying that it was causal, "where are Leah and Aiden?"

Ravyn gave a disgusted expression, wrinkling his nose up. "Making out in the hallway. It's pretty gross. Like they don't do that at ho…" he trailed off, catching his almost slip up. According to what we tell the public, she doesn't live with us. She just happened to move here at the same time. She even used her own last name, though they were engaged. "So," he said, turning towards Wyatt, "did you catch the Seahawks game Sunday?"

"Yeah, I can't believe the refs didn't call the safety…" I droned out the words, only listening as my perfect imprint spoke, and the sound of his voice, lulling me, making me calm.

It wasn't until he had stopped talking, that I realized my eyes were closed and my head was resting on his hard shoulder. It was muscled and comfortable, as if it were made especially for me. The entire table grew silent, and I opened my eyes. Wyatt was staring at me with an incredibly soft expression and all I wanted was for him to kiss me. I closed my eyes, trying not to make a wish. For him to love me…

Whoa… where did that one come from? Left field? Or had I been thinking it from the beginning, my subconscious just ignoring it? It sent of an array of questions through my brain, all of them flying through my head so fast it was not easy to sort through them. Does he feel the same connection I do to him? Does he want me? Does he care? Does he feel the sparks that fly when we touch?

I sat up, my head feeling heavy. My eyes were still closed so when I reopened them, I was more than surprised to see the table empty save for us. I blinked and saw my family sitting at another table.

Wanted to give you two some privacy, Ravyn told me.

I smiled my thanks and looked up to see Wyatt now sitting before me rather then beside me.

"Why did you move?" I asked timidly.

"So I could see your eyes better," he answered.

I felt my cheeks warm. They never did that, not unless he was near. "So…" I muttered, wanting to change the subject.

"So?" he smirked.

I sighed. "I don't know. What's your favorite color?" I asked.

He grinned, and for the first time, I saw his dimples. How had I never noticed them before? They were deep crescent moons and I loved them on his face. "Green," he responded automatically.

I flushed knowing that it was probably because he was staring into my eyes.

"What's yours?" he inquired softly.

"Uh… it's dark blue I guess."

He nodded his head. "What's you favorite food?"

I laughed. "Ice cream. Or a roast beef sandwich from Safeway. With mustard and mayonnaise and lettuce and onion." I closed my eyes, savoring the memory of the taste. That was definitely my favorite food.

He chuckled lightly. "I'll have to remember that," he said so quietly, that even with my hearing, I wasn't sure I had caught it correctly. "I'll eat most of anything. I'm not a picky eater."

"What's your favorite sport?" I asked, taking a sip of the apple juice my mother had given to me.

"Basketball, definitely. But football and soccer are great too. Snowboarding is awesome in the winter. But we have to go all the way down to Mount Hood. It's a long drive."

"Snowboarding rocks," I said. "Football is fun when I play it with my brothers. It gives me an excuse to tackle them."

Wyatt smirked at me. "Are you competitive?"

I nodded. "Extremely competitive." I thought for a second, his stare making me want impossible things. "Do you love Amber?" I whispered.

His eyes widened before a veil was dropped over the stunning blue. "I don't know," he whispered back.

"You don't know?" I repeated, feeling confused.

Guilt was emanating from him as he looked down at his plate, his eyes not betraying any emotion whatsoever. "Yeah, I don't know. I mean, I used too, but now… now I don't know."

I reached forward and placed a soothing hand on his forearm. "I'm sure you two will work it out," I whispered.

He sat back in his chair and threw his arms up. "But I don't even know if I want us to work out!"

"What do you mean?"

He sighed and ran a hand through his messy, but perfect hair. "I almost can't stand being around her. The little things she does drives me insane. Sometimes, I just want to kill her," he confessed in hushed tones.

"All great relationships have a breaking point. Like I said before, it'll be fine in the end." The words felt like acid on my tongue. My heart clenched and unclenched with every word of advice I told him, and it prayed that I would never have to give him up. That he would be too stupid to follow my advice.'

"We were never a great relationship, Mac. We liked the idea of a relationship, but we didn't acutely have one. At least not a good one."

"Well, what do you want me to say?" I asked, exasperated with the fact that I was trying to help and he didn't seem to want it.

"I don't know."

"What?" I asked sarcastically. "Is that your mantra of the day, or something?"

He laughed and scratched his neck again. I bit the inside of my lip. "I suppose. I have been saying it a lot, haven't I?"

I nodded. "Oui."

He chuckled again, and it caused my heart to flutter. He glanced up at the clock. "We should get going; the bell should ring in a few minutes."

I nodded and reluctantly stood up.

"What's your next class?" he wondered, walking beside me towards the door.

"Trig," I answered. I bit my lip when his upper arm brushed against mine, trying to force myself to relax.

He glanced over at me. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you're good at math."

I smirked. "You could say that."

We stopped at Mr. Hunt's door and I turned to face Wyatt. I could see the hesitancy in his eyes as he stared at me deeply. His blue eyes were glowing with their intensity and he leaned forward, cupping my cheeks in his hands.

From the look in his eyes and from what I had seen on TV or in movies, I knew he was going to kiss me. Though my lips were technically virgins, I could already feel his lips against mine as he lowered his head even more. I wanted to groan in frustration at his lack of speed. I watched his eyes scrutinize mine until I closed them. I could feel his breath against my face and my heart sped up in expectation. My breathing hitched and tried to wait patiently.

The bell rang and he jumped backwards. My eyes now open, I observed the guilty look in his eyes and felt it wrenching at my gut. I watched as he breathed in and out heavily before he said quietly, "I'm sorry," and he turned away, walking back down the hallway.

I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, picturing what could have been. It would've been amazing. Perfect. I just new it.

Once my heart had stopped racing and my thoughts were at least partially coherent, I went to class and saw Ravyn already seated.

He raised a brow at me as I sat down. "What?" I whispered.

"Don't act like I didn't see that little exchange in the hallway."

I rolled my eyes. "Well good for you," I muttered.

When the bell rang, I almost ran to sixth period but Wyatt was there outside the door of my trig class and I smiled at him appreciatively. He led me down the hallway and towards English.

"Wyatt?" I said after a moment.

"Hmm?"

"What… are we?" I whispered hesitantly.

He finally looked at me as we traversed down the hall. "What do you mean?" I could hear the bewilderment in his tone. In his flawless baritone.

"I mean… this." I gestured between the two of us. "What are we?" For a person of many words, I sure seemed to be lacking. Around him it was as if I were verbally impaired.

"I guess we're friends," he stated as we sauntered into class.

It pulled at my heart but being anything with him was better then nothing. "Friends," I agreed.

We talked about nothing and about everything. What kind of weather we liked. Where we would love to live. What was most important to us. We joked about the French teacher, Mrs. Carondolet, and her ugly 1950's style glassed that rested on the end of her nose. About what we wanted to do with our lives, though I had to lie about mine. Bands and movies and TV shows. Favorite siblings and the most annoying things they do.

The more we talked, the more I wanted to be with him. The more my heart grew and made room to let him in. I knew that it would be disastrous for him to feel the same thing, but we were only friends, right? So I could take a selfish moment. There is absolutely nothing wrong with a few of those every once in awhile.

Right?

~Wyatt' POV~

I walked MacKayla to her car after school. It was a beautiful Mustang and I knew from the day before that it purred perfectly and just the sound made you want to drool. I had learned that she liked cars. Fixing them up, driving them, and even just admiring them.

I stared at her as she leaned against the driver's side door and my mind replayed the flashback of after lunch. What I had almost done.

I had seen her eyes take in mine, her lips part in anticipation. I had leaned forward, needing to feel her soft lips against mine, needing the connection. Needing her. I got closer and watched her eyes darken just before she closed them. I reveled in the feel of her skin beneath my palms and leaned in closer until my lips were a millimeter away from hers. I could feel her breath coming out in quiet gasps against my face.

And when the bell rang, it broke me out of the trance she had over me. I had leaped back and saw her eyes slowly open to look at me. From what I had seen there, I knew she would have let me kiss her. And it killed me. It killed me how easily it was for me to get attracted to her. How easily it was for me to break a promise to a girl that technically belonged to me.

Guilt rid me hard until I looked at her again in English. And my heart nearly leapt form my chest when she declared us friends. Because that meant I would see her more. Be near her more.

A car starting beside us broke me out of my revire. The need to touch became all consuming and the only thought in my head as I stared into her striking green orbs.

I reached forward until my hands were brushing her soft, silky hair, fulfilling my addiction. I stared into her brightly glowing green eyes. I let my hand travel lower, stroking her soft cheek. My fingers caressed her cheekbone and I felt longing fly through me. And because I could comprehend the fact that I was about to willingly break my moral and ethical codes yet again, I let my hand drop from her face reluctantly.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mac," I forced the words out, not wanting to leave her for a second.

"Yeah, uh, yeah, I'll see you tomorrow," she replied shakily, her voice wavering ever so slightly.

I turned back to the school heading for basketball practice. Like I could play with my trembling legs? With the thoughts that centered on her, stealing my sole focus?

Yeah right.

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