The hybrid twins curse

Chapter four

Anastasia's POV

“Watch where you're going, or do you need another slap to remember your place?” Maisie's voice greeted me the moment I set foot in the hallway.

Wanting to avoid any confrontations today, I walked away quietly.

“That's right, walk away like the lowlife you are,” I heard her call after me.

I went straight to class keeping my head low to avoid the stares I was getting, apparently crossing Maisie's path meant being avoided by every other student in school.

First period ran by quickly as did second and third and I couldn't wait to get a breathing space from the taunts I was getting.

“Ouch,” I screamed, my line of thoughts interrupted as a rustled paper landed on my skin. I opened it and read the words “you're a lowlife.” Maisie wasn't even in this class yet I suffered every second.

The bell rang and that was my que to exit. I packed my bags quickly and my legs found their way to the library, the one place I fit in, the one place I wouldn't be bullied. I found a quiet corner at the end and slumped into the floor, my back sliding against the wall.

Memories of Jed's feigned ignorance and laughter flooded my thoughts and it seemed to activate my brain to remember all of my bad experiences. Before I could control it, tears streamed down from my eyes. I sobbed quietly hoping no one would hear me but I was wrong.

“Can I sit?” The quiet voice asked. I looked up and was met with a beautiful pair of eyes that I couldn't bring myself to scream at.

“Sure,” I responded, burying my face back into my laps.

I felt her presence close to me as she spoke, “ Hi, I'm Uriel. I figure you're new, nice to meet you.”

I didn't respond but she continued, “ I'm guessing you're at phase one of the newbie adventure: encounters with Maisie,” she said, taking me by surprise.

“What?” I chuckled, wiping my tears. “Is that actually a thing?”

“Of course it is, she's mean and everyone knows. That shouldn't make you cry.”

“Oh that's not why I'm crying, I'm Anastasia by the way. Nice to meet you.”

Minutes passed by and we had told each other all about our lives. Uriel had equally lost someone, her sister, to cancer and the entire school taunted her for it.

The bell rang signifying the start of another period and we both got up. “Talk about trauma bonding, I guess I'll see you around,” she smiled and then skipped off happily.

The smile plastered on my face on the way to class was cut short by a whisper “lowlife,” it seemed to be the nickname everyone had given me and I had never hated Maisie more than in that moment.

Class flew by this time and it was time to go home. I spotted Jed from a distance and said a little prayer before summoning the courage to walk up to him.

“Hi Jed, I would really appreciate it if you dropped me off at home,” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear me.

“Look who it is, it's the lowlife guys,” he shouted, attracting a lot of attention and laughs.

“Oh poor baby wants a ride back home,” Maisie laughed. I hadn't even noticed her presence before then.

“Guess what lowlife, he's not available for charity, right love?” Jed nodded in approval and then they kissed. “Now run along.”

I don't know which irked me more, Jed's decision to ignore me and be mean to me after the other night or the fact that I watched my mate be with the one person I hated the most. Tears welled up in my eyes again but I chose not to let them fall.

It was even worse that I couldn't tell mom about it. As angry as I was about her marriage, it felt good to watch her find love again and I didn't want to stand in the way of that. If I went home I would cry and I would have to explain it all to her so I decided against it and instead made the worst decision ever.

The familiar welcome sign post of the bar greeted me once again. I had been here once but it was beginning to feel like home, the bar was fairly filled today and I made my way to the counter.

“The regular please,” I requested, counting out the cash I had on me.

My eyes scanned the room as memories of the other night filled my head again. I hoped and prayed to the moon goddess that I'd meet another mate again although I knew it was futile, the possibility was zero.

“Here you go, on the house,” the bar man slid the drink along.

“Thank you,” I uttered, a bit shocked. “This isn't what I ordered though.”

“That gentleman said to give you our best and paid your bill,” he pointed towards a direction. I looked up and saw Jed, his body slouched on a couch with legs crossed and pride written all over his face. He bent his cap a little as if to show respect but it only made the feeling of anger in me rise even more.

“Mate, mate, mate,” my wolf squealed.

He stood up and began to walk in my direction but I was genuinely tired of this charade. I drunk up my glass and marched out of the bar, pushing him aside in the process. “Quit playing games with me.”

The walk home was bitter. I let myself feel, I cried like a baby, I really did miss my father, I wouldn't have had to go through this. Life was tough and I hated it so much, I wished I had half the mind to kill myself maybe then this would be over.

The house came into sight and I began to wipe my tears, I couldn't let my mother see me this way.

“Look out lowlife,” Jed's voice cut through the air as his car raced past me, any closer and I would be dead.

“Watch where you're going dumbass,” I yelled.

He stopped the car a little distance from the house and rested against it waiting for me to catch up. I wished there was another route I could follow, there was actually but I was genuinely tired of this bullshit.

“What is it again? Here to taunt me? Aren't you tired? Can you stop pretending already?” I said in rapid succession.

“Pretending?” He looked genuinely confused and now I was too.

“Why do you keep acting like nothing happened between us?”

The laughter that followed had me questioning my sanity and for a moment I thought he was about to admit that he remembered me.

“Because nothing happened between us? I couldn't care less about you Ana,” his words came out in a soft quiet voice that held more threat than sweetness.

“Pretend all you want Jed, we both know you slept with me. You're trying to play me for a fool, gentleman by night, terror by day, that's not going to work. You know what? I'll put it behind me, now you can quit the games.”

His face hardened in a way I had never seen before he let out another laugh, this one worse than the last. “You really think I would subject myself to torture by being with you? Not only are you a lowlife, you're extremely delusional and I suggest you get checked.”

He got into his car and drove home leaving me even more confused than ever. What was this? Was this a game? Wasn't this the same man that paid for my drink a while ago? Why was he denying knowing me? I had a lot of questions and was left with no answers but even worse, I felt shame wash all over me now.

But no I refused to cry. If he could humiliate me then I would too, An eye for an eye.