Thank God they fixed it! This chapter has been done for two and a half days! The stupid glitch was really getting on my nerves.

This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful and awesome my hubby is no edward for giving me the inspiration for this chapter. And i want to warn you that there is an intense scene that might make you uncomfortable if you don't like that kind of thing, so it's ok if you skip it. My feelers won't get hurt =]

Chapter 4- The Breaking Point

~Wyatt's POV~

I dribbled the basketball with great efficiency, taking comfort from the sound of it hitting the gym floor. I had been so distracted the day before at practice that Coach Johnson ordered me to have a private practice with him the following morning. But he had to step out for some reason, which left me alone for a period of time. I was grateful because now I didn't have to pretend I could pay attention to whatever it was he was either saying or doing.

MacKayla Black was on my mind constantly. She was some alien invasion, taking over my brain and controlling the things I do, taking away my will power to fight it. Yet I didn't want to fight it. So honestly? I loved the fact that she was all I could think of. I loved how when I saw the color green, I saw her eyes. Or when I saw anything French, I thought of how beautiful she made the language sound whenever she spoke it. How the small lilting of her voice afterwards warmed me in a way nothing ever had.

She even took over my dreams. I should be cranky form the lack of sleep she's caused me, but I couldn't stay mad at her for long. I was just so happy that in my dreams, we could be together, rather then apart. I missed her presence in an unhealthy manor. I needed to hear her voice like I need the air in my lungs to survive. She was the epitome of what was awe inspiring and perfect. Angelic.

The day before, I was so happy. Nothing made me mad; nothing could take me down from the cloud nine I was perched so loftily upon. The self-induced high was like a drug I was addicted to and I couldn't wait for her to bring me up to that same peak, the peak where I lost all sanity and everything that passed through my head was her. Her face, her eyes, her hair… her everything because she was my everything.

I froze. I had never felt this way before. The insatiable pull I felt towards her was both exciting and terrifying. I knew that staying away from her would be the death of me. That to even try to accomplish it at this point wasn't even an option. Because the strings that seem to have linked me together with her would never break, never snap and rupture the spell between us. I knew I wasn't in love, but I was sure heading for it. And it caused my heart to speed up into a frenzy. I wasn't ready for that yet, but I was ready to finally be with Mac so openly. To not hide the fact that she was my drug. My single lit flame that illuminated the dark room with light and reason.

I shook my head. I needed to focus, and her being my focal point didn't help my concentration a single bit. She was the planet and I was the sun, orbiting around her, needing her. I laughed. Well, wasn't I a poet all of a sudden?

I drew back to shoot the ball just as the gymnasium door was thrown open, catching me off guard. I missed and the ball bounced off the rim and was heralded back at me with enough force that I hardly had a chance to catch it. The door's click as it closed echoed around the walls, ricocheting back at me as well as the clickety clack from high heels, which dragged my attention to the female approaching me wearing a short skirt, a revealing v-neck tank top and at least four-inch heeled shoes despite the mid thirty degree weather outside.

Amber strolled in, her pale blue eyes glaring at me but I could see some lust mixed in with the hatred as she gazed at my bare chest.

"Hey," I forced myself to greet.

She walked right up to me and grabbed my face in her hands, pulling my head down towards hers and before I could register what she was doing, she kissed me, flinging her tongue into my mouth, making me drop the basketball that I had been holding against my lower abdomen. I didn't feel anything except for the annoying pressure of her lips on mine. She pulled away, but tugged at my lower lip as she went. I almost couldn't control the disgust that flittered through me. "Hey," she repeated a tad bit huskily.

"What's wrong?" I asked, moving away from her to retrieve the ball that had rolled towards the stands.

"Oh it's nothing," she said causally. "Courtney just told me something interesting this morning. That's all."

The news caused me to pause but I recovered quickly. "And what was that?" I grabbed my ball and dribbled my way back to the three-point line, getting in the ready position to shoot again. Unfortunately, what she said kept me from following through.

"Just that you and that new girl, MacKayla Black, have gotten friendly. Very friendly." When she sneered Mac's name, I wanted to strangle her for saying it like it was some bad word but her words sunk in too fast for me to even give it as much thought as I had wanted to.

I froze and turned back towards her. "She said what?" I asked flatly.

Amber shrugged nonchalantly and ran her hands over my sweaty chest. I had to force myself not to push her away. "Just that you and that ugly Indian girl have gotten close. Was she right?"

"Native American," I corrected automatically. Her eyes widened before they began shooting daggers at me. Though her face wore a calm mask, her eyes were deadly with their strong abhorrence. "We're friends," I continued.

Amber's eyes narrowed dangerously on my face. "Friends," she repeated.

I nodded, swallowing hard.

"Well," she drawled. "I suppose that you should just drop her. She will only bring you down." Amber reached up and swiped a piece of my hair away from my sweaty forehead.

"What?" I gasped incredulously.

Amber smiled sweetly at me while she played with my hair. "She doesn't care about status. Obviously, since she wears old rags, and she definitely doesn't care about your status. Not like I do. Can't you see how perfect we would be together? A power couple," she said with a dreamy look about her.

I ripped her hands from my hair and let them drop back down to her sides. "Amber, I don't give a crap about my status or yours or hers," I growled. No way was she actually telling me I couldn't ever talk to MacKayla never see her again. My heart clenched and unclenched in pain.

Hurt flashed in her eyes. "You aren't ever to see or speak to her again," she said quietly, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Amber-"

She interrupted my with a finger pointed at my chest. "No! You better promise me that you won't even look at her!"

The door opened and the coach walked in. His eyes narrowed on her slight form. "Amber, this is a closed session," he informed her.

"Promise," she ordered.

"Wyatt?" the coach questioned, raising an inquiring brow at me, striding closer to where Amber and I were standing in the middle of the court.

I looked at the wall behind her that held all the dates of state championships the school had won ranging from 1965 to now. I couldn't let her see how much she broke me, how much what she was making me do hurt. "I promise," I whispered, my heart shattering into so many pieces, I could hardly breathe.

Her face broke out into a smile that almost made me cringe and she kissed me. "I'll see you in class." She blew me an air kiss before marching out the door.

I roared as loudly as possible, nearly screaming, and launched the ball that was in my hand across the court, not caring where it ended up and not caring that the coach was eyeing me wearily. My chest moved up and down with my heavy breathing, the pain in my heart unbearable

Coach Johnson sighed. "You know, I never knew you could make a basket from the opposite side of the court," he muttered, turning to rescue the ball.

"Huh?" I growled.

Sure enough, the ball was bouncing up and down beneath the net.

He grabbed the ball and made his way back to where I was standing. "Want to tell me what has you so out of control?"

I ran a hand through my hair, pulling at it. "I hate my girlfriend," I stated.

Coach laughed. "So do I. Never did like her when Greg went out with her last year." Greg was his son and a good friend of mine, but had the worst taste in women.

I laughed. "You have very high standards."

He smiled brazenly. "I do," he agreed. "But Amber isn't what is messing with your head so I'll take a wild guess and say that it's some other girl."

I sighed and ran a hand over my red basketball shorts. "Is it that obvious?"

"No, Amber is just that transparent."

"I don't know why I didn't just break up with her. I wanted to. Still do."

Coach stared to dribble the ball back and forth, alternating which hands bounced it back to the floor. "Look, breaking up is hard even when you absolutely feel nothing towards the other person. Sometimes, you'll do anything just to avoid it. And I think you know that it'll tear Amber up. You have enough humanity to care about her. Just try to get your bearings together and toughen up. I need you for a game tonight and you are way too distracted."

I laughed and tried to steal the ball away from him but he dodged me like the pro he still was. "Yeah, your right."

"Damn straight," he said and ran past me, slam-dunking the ball into the net. He landed on his feet with a loud thud. "Now go take a shower and get dressed before you're late to class."

~Mac's POV~

I was surprised when I didn't see Wyatt waiting for me but then I figured he was probably with Amber. I didn't get any sleep the night before. My thoughts wouldn't stop, my mind not giving me a moments rest. All I could do was picture him kissing me, and it made me restless, exhausted.

Wyatt was making me act like a hormonal teenager or a child. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think without him being there in my thoughts. The only thing I seemed to still be able to do was eat. As a werewolf, we eat a lot. In ways, we're like the Greek. Food means a lot to us. We are all about the food.

Because I knew that Wyatt would be with Amber, I didn't go looking for him as I made my way to French class. So I was more then surprised to see Amber passing me in the hallway without him, glaring at me as she did so. All I could feel was her anger and jealousy. It made me want to be sick and I all but ran to my classroom, trying to take in long and even breaths.

You all right? Aiden asked me.

Yeah, hatred is just a disgusting emotion.

That's why its one of the seven sins.

I smirked. Yeah, it was.

When lunch came around, I had no expectations. I knew that Wyatt would sit with Amber, but what I didn't expect was the fact that he never even looked at me. He didn't say hello, he didn't wave. I even missed how he would wind the strands of my hair behind my ear – not that I minded before.

So I glared at the table where he sat, laughing and smiling. I hated the way he made me feel when he so obviously didn't return the feelings, the way he seemed so happy while I sat there feeling sorry for myself. My heart was in pain and I loathed every minute of it.

"Mac, are you alright?"

I looked over at my grandmother and smiled. "I'm fine," I said, though I was lying through my teeth.

When I looked back at Wyatt, his blue eyes locked with mine, and the pain in his tore at me. I wanted to comfort him, tell him it would be okay, and I didn't even know why he felt the way he did. We shared a brief, knowing look, until Amber caught his gaze pointed at me, and she turned in her chair to look over her shoulder. She glared at me and I felt large amounts of jealousy and dislike. Malice. None of it was benevolent and it made me gag.

Amber smiled malevolently at me before turning back around and kissing Wyatt. I turned around, not wanting to feel anymore of what she caused me.

"He's ignoring me," I said to no one in particular.

"Who is, dear?" Bella asked.

"Wyatt. He looked at me once today and it lasted a few moments before his girlfriend made him look away."

My grandmother rubbed soothing circles on my back with a cold hand. "It'll be fine in the end. You deserve a happily ever after," she murmured.

"Why? What have I ever done to deserve it?"

"Well, you have helped save the human race one vampire at a time. In a way, it's like you're a hero."

I laughed. "A real hero."

She smiled and kissed my temple. "Don't worry so much, MacKayla. You'll go prematurely grey and then he'll never want you."

"Yeah," Ravyn said, picking at my hair. "I think I see a piece of grey hair right here."

I swatted his hand away. "I'm immortal; I don't have straggly, grey hairs."

I felt eyes on me, and with a smile, I turned to see Wyatt's pained eyes again. My smile slowly drifted from my face and turned into a frown. I spun back around and ignored him so I would actually be able to finish my lunch and not have my stomach turned form his bitch of a girlfriend.

How he could still have a stomach, being so near to her, astonished me.

Instead of Wyatt walking me to trig like he had done the previous day, I had Leah and Ravyn with me. The class went by too fast for my liking. Next period scared me and I never wanted to leave the safety of my math class. English would consist of my soul mate and his girlfriend, all close together and touching while he ignored me.

"Good luck," Ravyn mumbled after the bell had rung.

"Thanks," I whispered.

I walked to my sixth period in silence, all alone and feeling very bereft. I missed Wyatt, and a part of me was excited for sixth period, getting to see him and maybe talk to him, but the other half was fearful he would continue to shun us and break our hearts.

When I entered, he was already sitting down with Amber. He looked up once he heard my footsteps but immediately looked back down at the book he was reading. So that was how it was going to be. Fine then.

The entire period was very awkward and I learned that Amber was a very self-conscious person. She would touch Wyatt's hand or thigh beneath the table as if to reassure herself that they were still together. And Wyatt, I could tell by the way he would go ridged, that he didn't seem to be so open with his affections. However, when he was with me, he touched me constantly, as if he relished in the feel of my skin. The whole situation made me confused and I did not like being confused at all.

But what irked me the most was how the Mrs. Williams never caught them. I did catch her looking at them, but she held her tongue. Amber would steal kisses from Wyatt and never get into trouble, which I felt was entirely unjust. Whatever happened to karma? Did that somehow go out of fashion and I didn't get the newsletter?

When the bell rang, I would have liked to go earlier, but the teacher stopped me before I could.

"MacKayla?" Mrs. Williams called.

"Yes?" I watched in envy as the other students filled out of the classroom, not bothering to look at the two lovebirds holding hands.

"I was going over the test you took the other day, and I noticed that you received a hundred percent. And all of the other assignments, you got the same, as for the quiz today."

I shrugged. What was she getting at? "Is that a problem?"

Mrs. Williams shook her dark auburn head. "None at all. In fact, I was about to consider that you move up to English eleven, AP Language and Composition."

Leave my English class, where I was stuck with Wyatt and Amber. I wouldn't have to be stuck with the two of them any longer and I would have peace. No more Wyatt and Amber touching every few seconds. The prospect was nearly overwhelming.

"I'll… have to think about it," I whispered.

"All right, but don't think too long, the offer might not always be open."

I nodded my head and stiffly made my way out of the door and into the hallway. But I would still have to endure P.E. with him. The only good thing was that Amber wouldn't be in there with us. The only good thing.

When I was done changing, I saw Wyatt wearing a white wife beater with red basket ball shorts. He looked so delectable that I almost turned back around so no one would notice my suddenly flushed face. He was standing with some friends of his, a Jeremy Roderick and a Ryan MacMillon. Ryan was a slightly tall brunette with lightly colored grey eyes and a lean body while Jeremy was somewhat taller than Ryan, around six foot two, with pale green eyes and long blond hair and was more muscular and brawny. Where Ryan's skin was pale in color, Jeremy's was a deep tan as if he had just come back from a beach side vacation.

I tried to breathe in deeply, but being in short shorts and a skimpy, tight pink tank top that Alice insisted I wear didn't make me very comfortable. It didn't exactly cover me either and I didn't like to be exposed. In some ways, Wyatt was right when he said I hide from people. I'm just not a real people person. I'd rather be in the forest surrounded by my pack members then in a mall or heaven forbid, a high school.

I had to pass Wyatt and his friends to reach where my family was huddled together in a loose circle in the middle of the gymnasium, so I tugged my shorts a bit lower praying it would cover even a sliver more then it did before and sauntered right on past. I noticed Wyatt stiffen and I heard a swift intake of breath and I smiled, pleased with myself.

"My God, Mac, what the hell are you wearing?" my father snarled at me.

Alice laughed and pushed my hands away from my shirt as I tried to tug it lower. It inevitably snapped back up to where it was originally, resting slightly below my rounded lower stomach to expose a small expanse of russet colored skin. "She is wearing clothes, Jacob. She'll need them later."

"I thought you couldn't see my future?" I asked, tugging my shorts lower. She whacked my hands away again.

"I can see bits and pieces but it wasn't necessarily because of you that I caught a glimpse but because of a human."

"And who would that be, Oh Great Seer?" I hated it when she was being vague.

"You'll find out," she said as she skipped away just as the coach ordered us to do ten laps.

When I moved to run around the large basketball court, the Coach stopped Wyatt and me and told us to go set up the field for flag football. We agreed only because he didn't give us a choice.

"Why are you ignoring me?" I asked bluntly, not caring of consequences as we headed for the doors at the side of the large room that lead to the football field that lay behind the school.

He opened the door for me and held it there, allowing me to pass him. "I'm not ignoring you."

I laughed. "Of course not. The no eye contact and unfriendliness towards me is just your way of saying 'your such a great friend!'" I threw my fist into the air, mimicking the gesture for 'go team!'

He grunted. "Look, you are my friend and I wasn't ignoring you!"

"Just admit it. You don't want me." I had meant to say 'you don't want me around' but I seemed to have forgotten the last part. My tongue swelled with the knowledge of what I had just let pass through my lips and I clamped them together tight.

His eyes widened. "I do want you. You couldn't possible know if I do or don't," he whispered, walking out of the door and stepping out onto the concrete steps.

I followed after him until I was out of the building and standing beside him on the steps. "I know you don't want me."

Wyatt stopped walking so fast that I ran into him. He turned around abruptly and stalked me until he had me up against the side of the red and brown brick masonry, his arms on either side of me, trapping me against the wall with his body. "You think I don't want you?!" he demanded, his voice brutal and rough.

I gulped at the intense look in his eyes and could do nothing but nod my head. It wasn't that I was scared of him; it was just that I was afraid of his rejection. I was so mixed up, so confused and ready to be rejected by the one man I could ever love, that I couldn't tell his emotions from my own. So when his hand cupped my cheek, I cringed and he narrowed his beautifully sapphire eyes on my face.

"You think I don't want you," he repeated incredulously, his thumb that was caressing my cheek making it difficult to think about anything. Therefore, I nodded again and prayed that his rejection wouldn't hurt too much.

So when he pushed me even harder against the wall, closing any gap between our bodies, I gasped. Before I could think past the sensation of his body against every line of mine, his lips caught mine and he kissed me. I had expected our first kiss to be gentle but this was not even close. He kissed me like he wanted to devour me. He kissed me, holding nothing back and I honestly didn't want him too. I gasped into his mouth and my hands flew to his shoulders, clutching at him as my eyes slowly drifted shut from the intimate pleasure his mouth was bringing me.

He growled and ran his tongue over my upper lip and I readily opened my mouth to his sweet assaults. I was on overload, my mind and body shutting off. I had no control over the situation and it made me nervous but I was too lost in sensation to care. I was tingling all over and my skin was extra sensitive. Before I knew what I was doing, I gripped his head hard and made the kiss even more passionate. The rumble deep within his chest sounded off again and he ran his hand down the side of my neck, down my side until he reached my bare leg and drifted lower to my calf. He pulled it up and hitched it over his hip. I gladly obliged and did the same with my other, wrapping my legs around his waist in a tight vise, locking my ankles together.

"I love you in this," he growled between kisses, running his hands over my shorts and top. "You are so beautiful."

He pulled away slightly so we could catch our breath but his lips never left my skin. They moved to the corner of my mouth, traveling down to my jaw and moving towards my ear. I gasped when he took my ear lobe into his mouth and bit down gently.

"Still think I don't want you?" he asked huskily into my ear, his hot breath hitting my overheated skin, causing shivers to run down the length of me.

I groaned in response and he laughed, roaming back to my jaw and down my neck. I moaned and felt my eyes roll back into my head as he sucked the skin there lightly and then tenderly bit the skin before licking it. I gripped his head to me and before I knew it, I had yanked his head back up towards mine and crashed my lips to his, molding us back together like two missing puzzle pieces.

I felt him smile against my mouth as our tongues dueled. I ran my hands through the dark brown hairs at the crown of his skull as our kiss deepened into a frenzy again. I felt his palm slide down my back and lift the hem of my tight shirt that suddenly felt too constricting. I held my breath as he lifted it slightly and ran his warm hands along my lower back, pulling me closer, if such a thing was possible.

I made a strange mewl like sound into his mouth and pulled away to kiss my way down his neck like he had done to me, trying to drag air into my oxygen deprived lungs. Our breathing was ragged and as my breath fell upon his neck, I watched the goose bumps rise along his skin. I grinned, placing little butterfly kisses to his lightly whiskered jaw and down to his neck. I laughed lightly when he growled and pulled my hair with his hand roughly but I didn't care because he had tilted my head back so he could kiss me again.

I felt the hand on my back move to my waist and he stroked the sensitive skin of my hipbone with his thumb, wringing pleasure to my hypersensitive skin. I shivered and he moved his hand up a little higher towards where my breasts were achy and swollen in a way they had never been before, causing my frantic heart to stop beating. So I lifted the hem of his own shirt and ran my fingers through his happy trail that trailed from his belly button to disappear beneath the thin fabric of his shorts. I felt his lower stomach muscles jump against my fingers in surprise and I smiled. The kiss turned so unbearably sweet and tender that I never wanted it to end.

He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine, staring deeply into my eyes, his own smoldering at me with such intense lust that it took my breath away again, astounding me with it's passion. I still couldn't believe that he had wanted me as much as I had wanted him. I could feel his want clenching at my lower stomach, igniting my own need. He rubbed his nose against mine in an Eskimo kiss that left me breathless and I closed my eyes with a lingering smile, beaming with satisfaction.

When his lips lightly grazed mine, just barely touching my mouth, we both heard a gasp but were a little too lost in each other's embrace to pull away immediately. Wyatt moved faster then me, turning his head to look at the interrupter. Since I had my legs clamped around his waist and arms tangled around his neck, I felt him go ridged and I opened my eyes to see Amber standing a few feet away from us with tears in her eyes and her mouth wide open.

I disentangled my legs from Wyatt's frozen waist and my arms from his neck and moved from between him and the wall.

"Amber-" he tried to say but she interrupted him.

"How dare you!" she snarled at him before looking to me. I felt more then saw her anguish and hatred as she stared at me for a long time before she turned on her heel and ran off.

Wyatt gave me a dismantled look so I nodded, encouraging him, and he took off after her.

I leaned back against the wall and touched my kiss-swollen lips.

My first kiss.

~Wyatt's POV~

I tore after Amber, swearing beneath my breath at the ten kinds of stupid I was being. After not breaking my promise, my moral and ethical codes, I broke it trying to prove to MacKayla that she meant so much to me. And she did. It wasn't just that she was wearing skimpy clothes that showed so much soft, russet skin that it made me crazy, but her mind. She was smart and funny and her heart was kind and sweet. I had snuck peeks at her all day, ignoring her was just so hard that not giving in was too difficult for me to managed.

And when we had kissed, sparks were flying and it was as if we were meant to be together. As if we produced music and magic when our lips were welded together. In a way, I'm glad that Amber saw us. This way, ending the relationship would be so easy. But hurting her still made me frustrated at myself.

"Amber!" I yelled. She was running towards her car and I caught her waist, pulling her into my arms while she tried to punch herself away, her fists hitting my chest but her arms were so weak I didn't feel the impacts.

She finally stopped and she began to sob. I smoothed her hair down with my hand and held her until her body relaxed against me. "How could you?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized. "I hadn't meant to, but I couldn't not do it. I'm sorry."

She pulled away and looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I whipped her wet cheeks with my hands. "Does this mean…?"

I nodded and watched as she broke down again. I hugged her to my chest and ran a hand over her ridged back, letting her get it all out. "I loved you!" she whispered feverishly.

"I did too. But we couldn't have lasted forever. You know that. I know that."

She pulled away and leaned against the door to her red Eclipse. "So were over," she stated.

"Yeah, yeah we are. But we were over before today, and I think you knew that," I said quietly.

She looked up and glared at me. "Go," she growled, pointing towards that area where she found Mac and me kissing. "Go back to your whore and leave me the hell alone!"

With that, she opened her car door and sped off. She was never one for the quiet break ups.

I sighed and watched as her taillights disappear in the distance. I felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted off of me and I couldn't help but smile, feeling giddy. I could finally have Mac all to myself. Thank God!

Remembering that I had left Mac to set up the field all on her own, I sprinted back to where she was standing. She was looking at the forest the lined the school's field, her face still flushed and her lips still slightly swollen from my kisses, her cheek red from rubbing against my whiskered jaw.

I walked up behind her stealthily and wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. She didn't even jump. Instead, she laid her hands upon mine and leaned back against me as if she needed to be in my arms as much as I need her to be there.

"So… how is Amber?" she asked.

I sighed. "Distraught. But she should've seen it coming. I couldn't stand her. One would think that she would've noticed that all the kisses were only one sided."

MacKayla gasped and turned around in my arms. "You broke up with her?!"

I nodded and smiled, tucking a strand of her perfect hair behind her ear.

She leaned up onto her tiptoes and kissed me. I pulled her against my body, the euphoria spreading, making me as light as a feather, flying in the wind with such buoyancy that nothing could have deterred me from what I was feeling.

By the time she pulled away, her face was re-flushed and her parted lips were good and swollen again. Her eyes bright, she laid a hand to my cheek and fingered a dimple. "Is it bad that I'm glad you and her are no longer an item?"

I laughed and kissed her forehead. "Of course not, silly," I said. "I feel the same way."

She smiled, her perfectly white teeth a contrast to the darkness of her skin. I pecked her lips in an affectionate way. I loved to see her eyes so flamboyant and happy. So carefree.

"So…" she murmured after awhile, "now what are we?"

I beamed at her. "You, mademoiselle, are my girlfriend," I announced, nibbling my way down her neck and back up to her lips, making the circuit a second time before she answered.

"And what makes you think I want to be your girlfriend?" she muttered coyly, a teasing smile flirting with her perfectly full mouth.

"And who says I'm giving you a choice?" I asked against her skin, playing along.

She giggled slightly, winding her hands through my hair, holding my head to her. "Touché."

I hid my helpless expression against the column of her neck. She was everything I could ever want and everything I could ever need. And that was the scariest thing of all.

I moved back to her mouth.

"Wyatt! Wait!" She tried in vain to pull away so I slid my mouth back down her neck until I reached her collarbone where the skin was taut and I couldn't resist touching it.

"Wyatt!" she reprimanded. "The coach will be out here any moment!"

"So?" I challenged, not budging an inch.

"Wyatt-" I silenced her with my mouth, her efforts to push me away falling away as her hormones took over and she nearly attacked me. Not that I would mind it if she did.

"A-hem," a very annoyed voice said from behind where Mac's back was facing the building.

I peeked an eye open to see a murderous expression from one of her siblings, a Jacob Black.

"If you want to still have a certain appendage, and I know that you do, I seriously suggest you back away from my… sister," he threatened, his voice as deadly serious as his expression.

MacKayla gasped and turned around in my arms, facing her older brother. She whipped her now wet mouth off with the back of her hand and I couldn't help the satisfied male inside me from smirking with satisfaction.

"Aw, Jake, let them be," Alice said flippantly, obviously not having a single problem with the two of us being together. "Might as well let them say their goodbyes."

"Goodbyes?" I echoed.

Mac turned back around so that she was facing me. "You were ignoring me; you didn't exactly give me a chance to let you know." Her eyes were large and sad and it killed me.

"So that's it? You're leaving?" My heart was breaking all over again. I get her for all of five minutes and now I had to say goodbye. It wasn't fair but as the old saying goes, life is seldom fair.

To my complete shock, she laughed and playfully slapped my arm. "Don't be so melodramatic. It's November twenty-third. I'm leaving to go back to my hometown for Thanksgiving. Up in La Push."

Shock filled my body and I decided that punishing her for that little scare would be very pleasurable. So I pulled her body against mine and ravished my mouth to hers until Jacob stopped us yet again, giving her a chastising glance and scowl at me.

"God, Mac, don't ever scare me like that again."

She smiled mischievously. "I think I should scare you more often."

I rubbed her nose with mine. "Never."

"The Blacks and Cullen," the Coach called as he strolled down the concrete steps and walked towards the field where the class was standing, "you mother is here to pick you guys up."

She was leaving that very second?! Figures. I kissed her again, but this time tenderly, taking my time searching every nook and cranny of her mouth in the small, allotted time the Coach gave us before pulling us apart.

"Nice try, Wyatt. A lap around the field," he barked. I might be his star pupil, but he treated me as if I were just another student. "Go!"

"I'll see you in a week," Mac called as she began to walk away, back towards the building.

Before I could help myself, I hugged her briefly before letting her go. "Have fun, Mac, mon amour," I whispered in her ear.

I watched as she walked up to the building behind her siblings, her hips sashaying in a way that should be illegal.

"All right Romeo," Coach drawled. "I'm happy for you. Really, truly am. But gitcha ass back in the game and two laps should clear your head. And you libido. Shoo!" He blew his whistle and I laughed, making him shake his head and point down the side of the field.

"I'm going, I'm going. Geez." I took off running, feeling so lightweight that it was as if I were floating, my feet not feeling the impacts as they hit the grass. But the thought of not seeing Mac for a week almost killed my buzz. So I replayed the scene of our first kiss repeatedly in my mind until nothing could bring me back down from cloud nine.

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