Someone asked me how to pronounce Wyatt's name but because it was anonymous, I couldn't respond. It's Why-it.

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Chapter 6 - New Enemies

~Wyatt's POV~

My body was thrumming with excitement over the fact that it was Monday. The Thanksgiving break was over and December had rolled right on through, leaving a thin layer of sleet to form on the roads and cars. I was standing in the parking lot of the high school waiting patiently for a certain someone to drive into a parking spot. I would've called her but they weren't listed in the phone book and everyone that I had contacted had no clue as to what her phone number was. I would've shown up at her house as well, except I wasn't sure when she was coming home and even where she resided. Wasn't I just the greatest boyfriend ever?

I leaned back against the tailgate to my old, beat up Chevy truck. I was more than eager to wrap my arms around MacKayla after such an absence between us. All I wanted to do was escape this dreadful hellhole they called a school and be alone with her, just the two of us, somewhere else, anywhere else. I needed to hold her hand just to reassure myself that we were together and not apart.

I closed my eyes as a bright red Eclipse swung into the parking space beside mine and Amber got out dressed in a parka, tall pink Uggs, and a skirt. Only Amber would wear such scanty clothing in under twenty-degree weather. She slammed her car door and waltzed right up to me, giving me a smile that hinted on the seductive side.

"Wyatt," she purred. "Have you given up on that little slut yet?" she asked in a fairly calm and serene voice and face. She ran her hands up and down my chest, raking her nails over my thick, black Carhart jacket.

I gripped her wrists and tore them away from me, throwing them back down to her sides where they swung back and forth for a few seconds. "Don't you dare call her that," I growled. "Her name is MacKayla and no, I have not grown tired of her, nor will I ever. Leave me alone."

Amber's face scrunched into a sneer and she backed away from me and made an irritated noise. "You're making a mistake."

I laughed humorlessly. "If so, then it's the greatest mistake of my life."

She growled low in her throat and stomped off, her large blue Gucci purse swinging on her shoulder.

I noticed then, that beside me was a parked teal Mustang with a tall, perfectly curvy woman leaning against the driver's side door. She smirked, her face stunning in its beauty, her eyes lit up with happiness. "So," she murmured sultrily, "I'm your greatest mistake, huh?"

I couldn't help the shit eating grin from appearing on my face, curving my lips up, flashing my teeth and dimples at her as I stood straight up and grabbed her waist almost forcefully so she was flush with my body, my up curved lips now attacking hers in a passionate kiss that left the both of us breathless. I pulled away very reluctantly to allow my lips to travel the expanse of her warm, exposed neck while responding against her skin, "Yes, you are the very best kind of mistake."

Her sweet, melodic laugh reverberated through me and I grinned against the column of her neck, the skin warm where my lips touched her. "How are you so warm in such cold weather?" I inquired softly.

She tensed in my arms briefly before she relaxed, her fingers wrapping themselves tightly in my hair. "A high temperature runs in the family," she answered quietly.

"Mmm," I mumbled as I kissed my way up her jaw line, lingering on her cheekbone, nibbling on the corner of her mouth before taking possession of her bottom lip between mine and tugging on it.

She pulled away slightly and I rubbed my nose to hers gently before opening my eyes to see her bright green ones staring at me intently. The school bell rang and I frowned. She laughed and smoothed my frown with her fingers. "Come on," she suggested, pulling at my hand.

I laced our fingers together and began to make our way to the doors, our intertwined hands swaying between us. "So how was your Thanksgiving?" I asked causally.

"It was okay. I'm glad to be back, my family is just way too large," she said, the laughter in her voice bringing a smile to my lips.

I lifted her knuckles to my mouth when we stopped at her locker to get her things, and I nibbled the skin of her hand. Her brother passed us in the hallway and grinned at us, causing a blush to creep up her neck and land on her face, making her tan skin glow red beneath the smooth expanse of flesh. My very favorite thing to admire. I cupped her cheek with my palm and she leaned into my touch, nuzzling her way into my hand much like a dog might nuzzle your hand with their snout when they want attention.

She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back before leaning in and rubbing my nose against hers. "You adorable when you blush," I whispered, my breath fanning out over her face.

She rolled her eyes and pulled away to close her locker. "Me, adorable? Ha!" She chuckled and laced her fingers with mine before we began strolling leisurely to her French class.

"No, really," I insisted. "You are the most adorable person I ever had the fortune of meeting."

She glanced at me skeptically. "I've never been adorable, Wyatt."

"You are to me. So very adorable." I kissed her temple as we walked and she giggled when I almost ran into a student who was carrying one too many books in his arms. "You also have an adorable laugh," I observed.

Her laughter ceased immediately and I stopped walking, yanking on her hand to pull her back to my side instead of continuing. "Why do you always think I'm wrong? Why do you always get uncomfortable or contradict me when I compliment you?" I asked, trailing a hand through her silken hair, tucking a strand behind her ear.

Mac looked down at her shoes for a second, allowing my hand to do its bidding, before looking up at me, her eyes showing a vulnerable side of her I had yet to see before. "It's not that I think your wrong," she disagreed. "I just think… there are better people out there for you. I'm not adorable, I'm obnoxious. I don't have a pretty silvery bell laugh, trust me, I would know. I think that you could do much better for yourself but you picked me."

She kissed my palm and held it to her cheek as she spoke. "Yet I want to be selfish and keep you all for myself even though I know you deserve much better."

For a brief moment, I stood in stunned silence. "You believe that you're no good for me," I echoed.

Mac nodded and bit her lip, a temptation I no longer wanted to fight. I dipped my head down to kiss her plump, pouting lips. I moaned softly and trailed my tongue over her upper lip, begging permission. She granted it and I slipped my tongue into her sweet, moist mouth. She tasted like cinnamon and strawberries, mouthwateringly delicious. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, pulling me in closer and I angled my head to the side to go in deeper, caressing the flesh of her mouth.

One of her hands worked its way into my hair, teasing the nape of my neck, causing chills to erupt all over my body, raising the hair on my arms. I pushed her backwards until she hit the wall. I never wanted to stop this. Kissing her was like a drug I never wanted to give up. I could do it forever and never get tired of it, never get bored. It was my new favorite sport. And I was great at it.

Someone tapped my on the shoulder and I turned around to see a glaring Jacob Black. What was his problem? All of her other brothers seemed fine with our constant performance of PDA.

"The both of you are late to class," he said in a deadly voice, his eyes shooting daggers at my head.

I reluctantly dropped my arms form around her waist and let them stay by my sides. "Yeah, okay."

I stepped away from MacKayla and grinned at the flushness of her skin, the swollen lips that were damp from my kisses. Her eyes peeled open slowly, in a dazed manner, before I saw her glazed green orbs look up at her brother. She gasped and wiped her mouth of with the sleeve of her dark blue fleece. "Sorry D-Jacob," she stuttered, a blush making her cheeks glow in that most beautiful way.

I grinned and pecked her forehead chastely. "I'll see you after class," I murmured.

She nodded and I kissed her lips one last time before waving to Jacob and making my way to class. It was going to be a great day.

~Mac's POV~

Why did my dad always have to ruin everything? Whenever Wyatt and I kiss, and I mean really kiss, my dad just so happens to be there. I swear, if he keeps this up I'm gonna scream. "What is your problem?" I asked him irritably.

My dad's eyes got large for a millisecond and then narrowed into slits, his face drawn into lines at his forehead where it was creased with anger. It was then that I realized my mistake, but there is no going back now. I could feel his anger beating at me and curling deep in my stomach, bringing my agitation down a few hundred notches. I was about to apologize when he ripped me a new one. "Don't you dare give me that tone of voice, young lady! You may be legally eighteen but that doesn't mean you can publically have his tongue down your throat! Nor does it mean you can do it privately. You are my daughter and if he doesn't respect you then he'll never be let around you!

"And secondly, you better learn to respect me or you'll be so grounded the only people you can talk to are your brothers because you can't fully get them out of your head!" he threatened.

And though, yeah, I totally wanted to yell at him for being wrong up the wazoo on all accounts, keeping my mouth shut and saying "Yes Daddy," gets me more things then you'll ever know.

He sighed and pulled me into his arms, wrapping them around me tightly. He kissed my forehead and grumbled, "I'm sorry, Mackie, but he just makes me want to kill him. He thinks your fifteen but he sure don't act like it."

I laughed at that because I couldn't not laugh at it. "Dad, do you really think I look fifteen?"

He shook his head. "No, but still…"

I sighed too and removed myself from his arms even though it was nice. "We're really late now," I said.

"So? I've taken stupid biology already, and passed it, so it's okay if I skip it," he muttered beneath his breath but he still uttered a goodbye and walked off, dragging his feet the whole way. He hates school more then I do. But at least I have a photographic memory whereas there is still a high percentage of the chance of him failing.

I leaned against the wall, stared at the linoleum lining the hallways, and lost myself in thought. My mind was replaying the morning, making my chest lift with glee, utter happiness and giddy with relief. When I had seen Amber clawing her way into Wyatt's chest after I had parked my car, I nearly exploded into a wolf.

Just as I got out of my car, a flare of blond and pink brought my gaze over to a scantly dressed woman and my imprint, leaning against a 1970's red Chevy truck. Her hands were running up and down his chest, her icy blue eyes as enticing as they were cold and unfeeling. "Wyatt," she breathed, her voice as seductive as possible as she continued, "have you given up on that little slut yet?" Though her face and voice were a calm mask, persuasion laced within her words, I could hear the truth behind them as if she had spoken aloud.

My arms shook and I stuck my hands into the front pockets of my jeans, willing my body to listen to my mind. However the way she was touching my soul mate was making me feel like he was having second thoughts. And that only caused my body to tremble more, the quivering making me self-conscious as I became aware of the human heartbeats around me and the human eyes, though easily manipulated, were a risk I was not willing to take. Only once or twice had I let my own emotions get the best of me – though of others were an exception since I had yet to control my power completely – both my werewolf and my vampire sides.

So I reached deep within, grabbing hold of my emotions and storing them in a different section of my brain, shuffling it into a file, as well as everyone else's emotions. My mind could compartmentalize, and I forced myself to focus, bringing the trembling down, and searching for Wyatt's vibe. I had become accustomed to it, though not until now had I truly acknowledged it before since mine always seemed to overshadow everything else. On more then one occasion had I nearly lost control when I was around him, the last time I had seen him was one of them.

I was immediately engulfed with rage, agitation, and pity. There was no desire, no needful lust, no love. Hope flared deep in my chest and I clamped down tight on the feeling, pushing it back into the file where I could let it loose later. I needed to focus, and I couldn't focus if my emotions were controlling my actions.

Wyatt gripped Amber's wrists hard and wrenched them away from him. She dramatically let them swing at her sides as he spoke in a deadly voice, his tone not the kind timbre I was accustomed to. "Don't you dare call her that," he snarled. "Her name is MacKayla and no, I have not grown tired of her, nor will I ever. Leave me alone."

Amber's face was priceless as she let out an angry wail of impatience. "You're making a mistake."

He laughed but I felt no humor in him. "Then it's the greatest mistake of my life."

A growl rumbled deep in her throat before she huffed and nearly ran angrily down the parking lot. I smiled to myself and before I could help it, I murmured, "So, I'm your greatest mistake, huh?"

He hit me with happiness in the boatloads as he turned and saw me for the first time, happiness and relief, pouring over me, cleansing me of the anger he had felt when his gaze had been rested on Amber. He smiled so wide I was sure it would split his face and he was in front of me in an instant, his hands gripping my waist, hauling me up against his warm, musky scented body that was surprisingly hard for a human, and his lips met mine in a savage need that I reciprocated wholeheartedly. I couldn't keep hold of the file that held my emotions and everyone else's in check and I was instantly overwhelmed, but for the first time, it was in a good way.

I had never thought I could ever feel this way. Feel wanted and loved outside of my family. I had never imagined, though I had been inside of Aiden's head too many times to count, that imprinting could ever impact me this largely, taking the very breath from my body in the most beautiful way. It made me breathless and brought anticipation to the surface where it bubbled, counting the amount of times I could bring a smile from his perfect face, allowing the dimples that flirted with his cheeks as he spoke to become so apparent that I wanted to run my tongue over the dents.

He pulled away when we needed to come up for air, and I felt the reluctance seep out of his pours until his lips were met with the skin of my neck and the reluctance was replaced with a temporary need to discover the new flesh. "You are the very best mistake," he said, his hot breath fanning out over my skin, raising goose bumps and making my heart flutter into a series of unsteady beats that hurt. However, I couldn't find the pain of my fast heartbeat bad in anyway .Only exhilarating.

I smiled at the memory, the feeling of his hands on my waist, burning a hole onto my hipbones, the softness of his lips as they crashed into mine and the expanse of my neck was branded on my memory as well as my skin. I felt heat rise to my cheeks when I replayed our greeting repeatedly.

The bell brought me out of my reverie and I noticed that I had missed first period all together. Not that I really cared, I had been fluent in French since I was five, what more could an underpaid teacher educate someone who could retain knowledge and never forget. Okay, not true. We could forget, but only if we were careless. If we weren't paying attention to what one was saying, we couldn't always relay it later on, the specifics of the conversation unknown.

I heaved a large sigh and went to my locker so I could switch out my French notebook for my history binder and textbook. To my complete surprise I was pushed into the lockers beside mine roughly, but I wasn't scared because I knew who it was before his lips were parting mine and his tongue was twirling with mine in sinful bliss.

I happily sighed when he pulled away and began littering my face with kisses, his minty fresh breath landing on my suddenly over heated skin, making me flush with pleasure. I went to wrap my hands around his muscular and lean waist when I became aware of the school materials in my hands and an annoyed noise bubbled out of my throat before I could hold it back.

Wyatt laughed and looked down at my books before taking them from me. He closed the door of my locker and looped an arm behind me so that his hand was tucked into my waist and I leaned into him as he led us down the hall. I slipped my arm around him and slid my middle and forefinger into a belt loop of his dark wash jeans.

"You don't have to carry my books," I protested though I truly didn't mind the courteous action he displayed.

He laughed and it warmed my heart to hear it. "I did. My hands were empty, and you seemed to have gotten mad at the inanimate objects. I didn't want you to hurt them," he teased me lightly.

I nuzzled his neck with my mouth. "They were keeping you from me. Of course I would have hurt them," I responded, discreetly running my tongue up the column of his neck.

He groaned and pulled my head away from his neck so he could kiss me once we had stopped walking. I moaned happily and slipped my arms around his neck, fiddling with the crown of his skull. I learned that it was my favorite place to put my hands while we kissed. It was comfortable and I knew that he liked it because I could feel the bumps that rose on his skin when ever my fingers would play with the hair there, ever so slightly scraping my nails against his scalp.

He pulled back and smiled down at me, his dimples flashing at me. I pulled one of my hands out of hair so it slid against his cheek. I fingered his left dimple as I spoke. "See? That was all I wanted to do and the infuriating things weren't allowing me to do it."

He twisted his head and kissed my finger before letting it return to its rightful place on his face. "I'm glad I could be of a service."

The bell rang and we were once again late. How did other couples make it to class on time? There were just so many other things more enjoyable then learning something that would never be of use to me. Like I was really going to get a job! My great-grandfather was the only one with a steady paycheck. A large, steady paycheck if I may say so myself.

He chuckled, at my expression I'm sure, and lightly kissed me on my lips. When he pulled away, he smiled again, and my finger fell into the rivet on his cheek.

"I love your dimples," I muttered, suddenly finding myself kissing them before I could allow my self-restraint to keep my away from them and off rushing to get to class.

Wyatt groaned and pulled me into the shelter of his body, his lips attacking my neck. "If you keep this up, we'll never get to class," he growled, nipping my jugular causing me to cry out softly so not to let anyone within ear shot know what we were busy doing. At school. In a hallway.

"Me?" I contradicted. "What about you? Don't place the blame all on me." I had hoped it would have come out in a more reprimanding tone, but my moaning was throwing the affect way off.

I felt the curving of his lips against my skin and he pulled away. I whimpered my protests but he just took my hand and walked me down the hall where he deposited me at my history class.

Wyatt kissed my nose playfully before rubbing it with his. "I'll see you after class," he whispered, handing me my books.

He left without giving me any recuperating time and I silently cursed him. Yeah, like I could really go to class with my brain so scattered.

***

"Must you really go? Right now? In the middle of a lecture?" Mr. Howe inquired.

The entire class turned around in their seats and Aiden snickered behind his hand. I shot him a glare and gave him a great mental picture of beating his face into the desk. "Yes," I insisted. "It's an emergency. I really have to go."

Mr. Howe sighed and tossed a chubby finger in the direction of the door.

"Thanks!" I said enthusiastically.

I really did have to go pee, but it just so happens that my boyfriend and I had agreed to meet each other in front of the bathrooms. I rushed in and quickly did my business. When I was done and walked out of the smelly stall to wash my hands, I noticed ice blue eyes meet mine in the mirror that was carved with tons of words and names all around the edge. I met her glare without backing down. I mean come on! Like I was invalid? I killed vampires for a living. Her scaring me was the day that everyone in hell finally got their order of ice water shipped via UPS.

I turned the facet on to wash my hands but like the bitch she was, she turned the water off and regarded me with, I'm sure, her best intimidation face. You know, the one where her eyes narrow into slits, nostrils flare, and the look on her face starts flashing 'sudden death' in big flashy letters. I almost burst into laughter. My mother gave a better pissed-off-don't-mess-with-me face.

"Stay away from Wyatt," she muttered, her voice quiet, a hushed rush of calm. I knew that this must be the routine she practiced in front of the mirror so she could scare the entire freshman class of females into thinking she was Blair of Gossip Girls that aired from around 2007 to 2011.

"Why don't you stay away from him," I suggested, shrugging my shoulders and flexing the muscles in my arms 'unconsciously' before turning the faucet and letting the water rush onto my hands.

She turned the water off again and I rolled my tongue under my lower lip, pushing it out, to keep from beating her face in with my now wet, and clenched fist. "You listen here," she said, her voice dripping with the venom that was swarming my stomach – a mixture of mine and hers. "Wyatt is just using you. He likes new girls, new faces. But he always gets bored in the end. You probably have no experience and won't pleasure him enough so he'll come running back to me. I'm just trying to save you from the heartache you'll face later on."

A tic started in my jaw. She hit a nerve and I was a split second away from giving her the beating she deserved. I wasn't afraid of a physical fight, but I would kinda feel bad for accidentally slamming her head onto the floor and letting the air leak out of her head. Then she wouldn't even be able to be classified as an airhead.

I stood straight up and looked down at her. I was six foot and she was a measly five three. It was ridiculous that she was trying to take me on. I laughed at her. "Do you really think you could pleasure him? If he left you for me, then you obviously didn't do it right. But don't worry, I won't ever tell anyone that you gave him a case of blue balls, because then I might feel bad when all the guys grimace every time you look at them. You would never get any practice then."

She glared at me. "If you don't stay away from him I'll – "

"You'll what?" I taunted. "You'll try to steal him away? He's mine, not yours. Sorry, but I think his groin needs a break from you."

I walked out of the bathroom not even giving her a chance to answer my challenge. Wyatt was leaning against the wall adjacent to the bathroom door. His face instantly lit up as he saw me, but fell as I made my way towards him. I'm fairly sure my face was murderous, because that's exactly how I felt.

He reached for me but I stepped back from his grasp. "Mac – "

"You and Amber slept together didn't you?"

~Wyatt's POV~

I was so happy that I thought I would collapse from the intense feelings that were carrying my heart into a frenzy of beats that were practically painful. I had never had a girlfriend tell me that my dimples were cute. Never had a girlfriend relish touching me, kissing me, as much as MacKayla Black. Amber was the most… touchy one I had ever had, but even then, it was all about her, and never about us.

With Mac, it was like the relationship was mutual. Like she wanted me to be happy just like I want her to be happy. Making her smile, making her laugh, it felt like I was born to do it. I would do anything for her, and I would enjoy every second of it. Because making her happy made me happy. If I ever saw her saddened or hurt, I would never be able to be happy if she wasn't too. I would suffer right there with her because feeling happy when she wasn't felt like a blasphemy.

So when she told me to meet her at the bathrooms in wing two at eleven ten, I was so excited. I hadn't paid any attention to the lecture my calculus teacher was spouting, though I probably should have since I was having a hard time with what he was currently teaching us. However, instead of taking the notes I was supposed to be taking, my eyes were glued to the clock which was going so slow it made molasses look like a fricken cheetah.

When Mr. Huett had finally allowed me to leave, I was late. Some one was out at eleven ten and didn't come back until eleven thirteen. I prayed that I wasn't keeping Mac waiting so I leaned against the wall, my eyes downcast, counting the number of specks in the tiles.

When the bathroom door opened, I looked up into the green eyes that held me so transfixed that I had to smile. She was the most beautiful creature that God could've ever created that it blinded me. So it took me a second to notice that her face was cast in shadows and anger fell off her in waves. She was mad and I wanted to comfort her, to take the sadness and anger away so her eyes could light up again. So that her face would break into that lopsided smile she got whenever I kissed her.

I reached forward, about to take her into my arms but she moved away from me. "Mac –"

"You slept with Amber didn't you?" she interrupted me, her dark tone cutting deep slices into my heart.

I dropped my arms and hung my head in shame. Whatever I saw in Amber, I'll never know, because Mac had opened my eyes in the best possible way. "Yes," I answered.

Mac nodded her head in an angry, jerky movement. "Well then," she muttered, her voice threatening to scare little kids.

I looked up to see her gazing at the trophy case beside me. "Mac, I'm sorry," I apologized, not sure if she wanted to hear it, but I felt like I should say it. Because I was speaking the truth.

Her green eyes shifted towards mine. "What do you have to be sorry for?" she said quietly, though I had a strong feeling that if we weren't in school, she would've been yelling at me. "It's not like you were cheating on me or anything. It's not like you even knew I existed. So why should you apologize? For having bad taste? For being a stupid, horny, male with no –"

"Stop," I instructed, my finger on her lips to silence her. "I apologized because, yes, of those things, but also because I wanted to. Do you think she truly meant something to me?" I asked rhetorically. "Do you think what we did was some magical, perfect moment where we consummated our love for each other?" I laughed bitterly. "To be honest, we only did it a few times and when we did, it felt no different had I been asleep. There is and was nothing I felt towards her. Nothing."

I moved my hand so it was away from her lips and cupping her cheek to whip the sudden tear that was leaking from her right eyes. "I didn't love her; I didn't even really like her. But to keep her happy, I did have to get raped a couple of times so she wouldn't yell at me and tell me how fat and ugly she was."

A small giggle erupted from Mac when I said the word rape and I knew that I wasn't so much of a jackass in her eyes. At least for the moment. I kissed her forehead and tucked a strand of her perfect hair behind her ear. "You mean more to me then she ever could have."

Mac looked up at me, her expression vulnerable again. "I'm sorry that I took my anger out at you," she sheepishly said.

"Don't be sorry. I deserved to be yelled at. But just out of curiosity, what brought this all on?" I asked softly, kissing her wet cheeks, knowing that tears probably embarrassed her. I felt privileged that she would let me see her like this, but it also killed me at the same time.

I looked up as the girls bathroom door was thrown open and out strode a very unhappy Amber who paused when she saw us. Mac turned in my arms and I watched as she straightened to her full height and looked Amber down. I was surprised to see fear flicker over Amber's features before she quickly, and quietly, turned down the hall and went back to class.

"I really hate her," MacKayla muttered darkly.

"You, me, and the chess club, baby."

Mac twisted back around to give me her beautiful laugh, her face back to its brightness, her smile lighting up my world. I yanked her against me and kissed her passionately; letting what I felt for her seep into the kiss, telling her, what I was afraid to say aloud.

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