Episode2
1056 Words
Jameson’s POV
Two Weeks Later.
“Can I come in?” I looked behind me. I found Flair at the door.
“You are in already. "What's the need to ask for my permission?” I questioned in a lazy tone. Continuing with my assignment on my desk.
He walked in and rested on the wall in front of me. He didn't say anything and I ignored him completely.
“Won't you try chasing after her?” he asked after a long silence. I paused at what I was doing, my grip tightened on my pen.
I took a deep breath and continued with what I was busy with. I didn't say anything after that, and I knew he was waiting for my response.
“Jameson, are you just going to give up like that?”
“Tell me what to do!” I slammed my pen on the table. He continued looking down at me and the pains I felt that night rushed through my veins.
It really hurts.
I closed my eyes, the image of her teary eyes replayed in my head. She didn't even hesitate to reject me at all.
‘Only if you haven't been an asshole around her!’ my wolf, Matthew, growled in my head.
I have been in love with Avery from the very first day I set my eyes on her. She looks timid, but tries to act brave.
I have always wanted to be around her, which results in pestling her, but she calls it bullying. I roughened my hair and groaned in pain.
The girl I have been in love with turns out to be my mate. But she didn't return my feelings or give us time to iron things out.
Flair walked closer, patting my shoulders. I wiped my tears and didn't turn to him. He kept patting my back, giving me the comfort I needed.
“I can help you talk to her if you want,” Flair suggested. I snapped my eyes open when I heard him.
A few times, I have seen the way she smiles at him. Jealousy was eating my raw, I shrugged my shoulders and stood up.
“Please, leave,” I said coldly and he sighed.
“I totally understand you. "But if you ever need someone to talk to, I will always be here,” he said firmly before walking out of my room.
Immediately I heard the clicking sound of the closed door. I left where I stood and went to sit on my bed.
News has been flying around about Alpha's son getting brutally rejected by a commoner's daughter. I haven't been able to go to college ever since then.
I was starting to think if I had acted like Flair. Will she like me and accept me? I pondered about it.
Nothing was coming to my head in order to have her back to my side. I checked myself in the mirror, my hair was disheveled, and I looked to have lost some weight.
In just two weeks.
My heart aches at the thought of whether we should meet again. Will she reject me completely?
I was still in my thoughts when I heard my Dad's voice, the Alpha in my head. He just mind-linked me to come to his room.
I made sure I wasn't looking like what I was dealing with before leaving my room. On arriving at his door, I heard some voices inside.
“They have to be paired together. "The insult and embarrassment she caused to my family can't be overlooked,” I furrowed my brows when I heard my Dad's voice.
The guard at the door announced my presence, and I was asked to go in. A man, dressed in a suit, bowed at my Dad before leaving the room.
“My son, come in,” My Dad welcomed me in, in his usual happy and content smile, playing on his lips whenever he sees me.
I bowed at him before settling beside him. He patted my shoulder proudly.
“How have you been doing, my boy?” he asked endearingly.
“I'm not ten,” I told him, and wasn't in the mood for his sweet talk.
“I know that you are sad. But trust me, it's temporary. "You don't have to worry about anything,” he assured me. I looked at him and he nodded at me.
“I have sent orders to people, stopping them from talking about what happened. Anyone caught talking about it will be severely punished.” I didn't know how to feel about this. I only nodded at him.
“Was that why you called for me?”
“Well…” he sighed deeply before continuing, “I want you to go to college tomorrow,” he asserted, the surrounding air changed. Frown lines formed on my forehead.
“May I ask why?”
“No. But I want you to trust me. "Your battle is mine to fight for you,” I gazed at him for a moment before standing up.
“I'm nineteen, Dad. "I can take care of myself,” I told him. He laughed slightly.
“I was like that when I was of your age. Always trying to act independent. "I am proud to have you as a son,” his gaze turned wistful.
“I will be in my room,” I walked out of the room before he could say anything. My Dad and I have a good relationship. I wasn't just in the mood for his sweet talks.
I didn't put meanings to his words and brushed it off my mind.
*****
The Next Morning.
I entered the classroom and my gaze fell on Avery's seat. She wasn't there. I was in my usual white round-neck shirt and a leather jacket. I settled on my seat and avoided the curious gazes of the students.
“Do you need a drink? Can I get one for you,” Flair asked behind me.
“Please, stop it. "I don't want your pity, it's getting on my……” my voice trailed off when Avery entered the classroom. Looking beautiful as ever, our gaze met, but she was quick to look away.
Mathew growled in my chest to be let out, he wanted to meet our mate.
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