Fuck

"Oh my god, Bella! Are you alright?"

Angela?

"Hey asshole! Watch where you're throwing your balls!"

Lauren?

"I almost had it; it wasn't on purpose."

That's Jasper.

"Oh you wish you had a chance at getting up close and personal with my balls."

Huh?

I groan, moving my hand up to touch my forehead.

"Swan?"

The same voice as before.

I've never heard it before today.

It's like . . . ice cream melting . . . rain in the spring . . . a river in the desert . . . a light in the dark . . .

"Hmm?" I moan, trying desperately to open my eyes, to see who that voice belongs to.

Someone touches me and warmth floods my entire being.

My eyes open to emeralds, and the ever present pain in my stomach fades.

The owner of the emeralds gasps, and his arms encircle me.

"You," he whispers.

"Ugh," Lauren gags, "Him? Really?"

I blink.

Once.

Twice.

And my head is clear.

And pounding - god damn my head is pounding.

"Masen," I hiss and nauseousness hits me as soon as the word leaves my mouth.

No. Not the word.

My tone. My tone and who it's directed to.

I'm not supposed to speak to him that way; it doesn't make sense.

You're not his, I remind myself, you can say whatever you want, to whoever you want.

"Let go of me," I say, but I can tell it doesn't register with him, so I say it again, "Seriously, get off."

I'm pushing at his chest.

With one hand. The other is clutching his shirt.

I fix that and start pushing him away from me with both.

"What?" he's dumbfounded. "Why? Are you ok?"

"No I'm not fucking okay," I growl, looking down to identify the object that hit me, "You kicked a soccer ball at my head!"

"I'm so sorry; I never meant to hit you. I'll take you to the nurse," he assures, taking a step in the direction of the nurse.

His movement causes me to shift in his arms and suddenly my ear is next to his heart.

My eyes close of their own accord to listen to the melody of his life.

And then I remember myself again. "No you won't; you're going to put me down."

And he does.

But only because he's . . .

Because he's my mate.

And as my mate, his instincts tell him to do what I want.

But the second he does the aching in my stomach returns and I want to throw myself at him instantly.

The creases in his forehead and the fact that his arms are still outstretched towards me tells me that he feels the same.

"Now . . ." I give myself a short, mental reminder as to why I'm going to say what I'm about to say, ". . . Never touch me again."

His face breaks.

I turn so that I don't have to see it. "Lauren, can you take me to the nurse?"

She nods cautiously, clearly looking at the boy behind me as she comes forward to walk me to the nurse.

"Where do you think you're going? Acting like you're dying from a sissy would . . ." Mr. Volturi is cut off by Masen.

"Fuck off!" It's defensive.

I can't tell if it's aimed towards the teacher or maybe his friends who are surely in the middle of consoling him.

Why? Because he was just rejected by his mate.

Fuck.

I just mated with Edward Masen.

A/N: You came through with the reviews so here you go!

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~ Madison ~