My Best Mate

Standing 6'3", the stoic man in the middle of the classroom had all the she-wolves' undivided attention on him. Finding it hard not to stare and enamored by the young beta, they had their eyes carefully pinned on him as he stood authoritatively with his arms crossed. Though he was giving off an intimidating air, it was not any bit of a problem for anyone. They still find him attractive and just as irresistible as his looks. A breathtaking smile from him would certainly make ladies line up for more. For me, that was his most striking feature. His eyes which resemble an ocean something I want to take note of. When I look through them the light passes through. You usually see a yellow light, shimmering, blending on the blue background. It makes you second-guess yourself if you're not seeing the real thing. Still, despite the hesitation, you will always choose to get lost in them every single time. I tucked the reddish-brown stray hair that had escaped from my left temple, while my mind drowned in thoughts of him. He was still preoccupied with our group of friends when I continued to daydream about him for a little while longer. The simple adoration of the way he scrunched his upturned nose when he felt stifled and how his small round blue eyes darted to places pressed my young thoughts into disarray. He has a wide face with a double chin and his lips are thin. He was wearing neutral-colored, sensible clothes. Although the apparel was thick, it wasn't good enough to conceal the formed muscle underneath the cloth. His long, lean arms that are making my pulse faster and my forehead sweating—the hard torso that gave me tempting distractions and an unfocused mind–are just some of many other things that I tried hard not to get restless. I still remember how I ran my fingers through his straight, dark blonde hair when he placed his head on my lap to relax and read a book. He usually concentrates and doesn't notice anything else when he's reading a mystery or an interesting mind-puzzling book. Even if his face, is most of the time expressionless, when he's talking to people. His emotion changes—when it's about family, pack problems, mysteries, and me, his best friend. As of now, the last one doesn't count anymore. If only he would go back to the way he was before, I'd do anything. When I reached adolescence, I slowly became aware of my feelings for Kyle. It wasn't easy at first. I was hesitating if I should tell him or not. There were a few lingering worries such as the matter of mates. Deep inside of me, I wanted him to be my fated one but at the same time, I can't help but be worried if he isn't. But if we aren't, I promised myself to accept that and give up silently. I will never allow myself to break his or his mate's happiness just because I couldn't have mine.