Intense
I'm halfway to my first class of the day before the pain in my stomach flares up again, only this time it's even worse than before.
Someone trips over my foot in my hunched state.
"Are you all right?" a deep voice asks.
"Yeah thanks," I reply, looking up to see who'd asked the question.
It's a guy that I've never spoken to before, and he's not talking to me. He's talking to the girl that tripped.
Who is most likely his mate.
"Not you; what the fuck are you doing in the middle of the hallway?" he hisses, helping his mate stand before moving to stand in front of her.
My jaw drops, "Now wait just a second there, dickwad! I'm suffering through something a little worse than a three foot fall and you have the nerve to freak out on me? She's fine!"
His girlfriend peeks around from behind him to apologize, "I'm so sorry, Bella," she says, and I recognize her. Irina from Biology. "We're still in the beginning stages . . . he's a little overprotective."
"I'll say . . ." I mutter, "But what the fuck does that mean? Is everyone like this right after they mate?"
"This is Bella?" dickwad interrupts, "The one who you were talking about yesterday?"
She nods, and I have to stop myself from asking what she was saying about me.
She was probably just talking shit.
"Go to class, Laurent; you're going to be late. I'm good here," she says pushing him towards the classroom to our right.
"But –"
"Go," she insists.
He glares at me for a moment before pressing his lips to her forehead and leaving.
The bell rings.
"Where are you headed?" she asks.
"203."
"I'll walk with you," she says, stepping in the direction of my next class.
I try to follow her but am stopped again by the searing pain.
"Does it hurt?" she asks excitedly.
What the fuck is wrong with this bitch? "Yes it fucking hurts; how do I make it stop?"
She ignores me, looking from the door to my left to the door to my right before locking back at the door to my left. And then doing it again. And again. And again.
I'm about to knock the bitch out when she says, "That means he's close. He's in one of these classrooms. Go ahead and look in them."
"No thanks. I'm not really in the mood to get detention today." Disrupting class, as I well know, is not tolerated at all in this school. My record of twenty two detentions in the past two years has taught me this. "We're only in the second week of school. Rebellion comes later."
"The teachers won't mind," she insists, "They'll understand."
"Thanks again, but no."
"It's the only way to make it stop."
"Then I guess I'll just have to deal."
Irina glares heavily at me.
My eyes narrow as she stalks to the door to my left.
"Just look," she demands, grabbing the door knob.
"No."
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"Why do you even fucking care? You don't know me," I snap.
"The pain could stop," she tries to tempt me.
"So could the sound coming from your fucking throat but that clearly isn't going to happen, either."
She cocks her hip, her fists resting on them. "Do I ever bother you, Bella?"
"Not usually, but you're certainly making up for it now," I spit, mirroring her stance.
"I'm trying to help you out here."
"Well stop."
She turns the knob and the door starts to open. "Just take a peek."
I shake my head, crossing my arms across my chest.
She rolls her eyes, "Bella."
"Irina," I say, warning lacing my tone.
Irina turns and puts her head inside the door, "Mr. Marcus, do you mind if my friend Bella comes in for a minute. She senses that her mate is near and it's making it difficult for her to function."
I take off down the hallway before I can hear his reply, the pain intensifying to the point where, when I do finally get outside of the door of my class, I have to lift up my shirt a bit and check that there isn't a gaping hole in my stomach.
A/N: A lot of you have questioned if my updates are going to be more regular now, or if I have a set update day.
The answer is: yes and no.
Sage, my writing partner, and I have been having difficulties communicating lately. She's having issues with her husband and school and I've got family drama. That being said . . . It's been difficult lately to make the time (or summon the creativity) to write, but now that things are settled down in my life I should be able to update this particular story more regularly, though I will not set a specific day that I will update.
I try to do that a lot of times . . . but I get so excited about every chapter I write that I don't end up waiting to post it, and then life happens and I don't have time to update on the actual day I was supposed to update on.
If you read my story "The Devil's Creation" though, I'm sorry to say that it will not be updated until Sage can find the time in her bust life to help me, seeing as we co-write that story.
This one is all mine though, so I declare that it will suffer no longer!
And I am aware of how lame that was.
Love you all; oh, and just a little hint . . . the more reviews I get, the more I want to update ;)
~ Madison ~