Regret For The Rejection

Chapter 3

Both Connor and Keri had biology class with me. “It’s Ferdi Godwin,” I growled to them as I sat on my stool on the lab bench and the two of them gathered around.

Keri’s jaw dropped while Connor had a sympathetic expression. “And that’s a bad thing why?” Keri asked.

“He told me I wasn’t worthy of him!” I exclaimed at whisper.

“What a-” She started but Connor elbowed her as Ferdi and Kyle had walk in. Crap I forgot they were in my class.

“Go ahead Keri, finish your sentence, they need to hear from more people than just me.” I told them loud enough for the two betas to hear.

“Yeah go ahead Keri,” Ferdi encouraged threateningly.

“Careful guys,” Kyle said with a warning tone, he seemed relatively calm but it was obvious that he was ready to hold Ferdi back.

“What’s going on here,” Miss Steph our teacher said as she walked into the room, it was then that I realize I hadn’t been sitting since the two boys walked in and Ferdi and I were in very threatening positions.

“Come on,” Kyle said pulling Ferdi away, Ferdi let him unwillingly.

“Sorry Miss Steph,” Keri apologized on mine and Ferdi’s behalf as I glared at Ferdi until he sat down and Connor pushed me down.

I can honestly say I have no idea what happened in class that day. I wasn’t all broken hearted like most girls would be, no I wasn’t most girls. I was pissed off. Why did I get stuck with one of the jerks? I thought I would be lucky and find someone I was at least remotely compatible with. I was mad at the way Ferdi had treated me; I wasn’t worthy of him, like he was some kind of god. Psh, far from it.

My last class of the day was music class. I didn’t have any of my friends in this class, in fact there was only one person I talked to in this class and it was the teacher. No one else in the class had anything else in common with me; I guess I always did march to my own beat.

I played the piano, ever since I was five. My mother always claimed that for a person to be successful they have to play some sort of instrument. Playing the piano was something barely anyone knew about me, except to the people in my class. The extent of my playing was a secret to everyone except my family, not even my friends knew that the pages they handed out to me at school was amateur compared to the music I would work for hours on when I was home alone. I did what I had to in this class, in silence; afraid that if I opened my mouth I would regret what came out.

Keri was waiting for me outside my classroom when the bell rang; she had gotten out of her Phys. Ed. Class early. “You okay now?” She asked.

“No.” I stated bluntly, we stopped at her locker which was down the hall from my class.

“So what are you going to do about it?” She questioned.

“Easy, go on with my life like he never happened.” I informed her taking some books she handed to me to hold for moment. Suddenly I felt a headache come on out of nowhere, it was so sudden I fell against the locker for support from the nausea that came with it.

“Edna what’s wrong?” Connor said coming up beside us, taking Keri’s book from me, as the both looked at me with concern.

“Nothing just a sudden headache.” I told them holding my hand to my head and squeezing my eyes shut trying to rid myself of the pain. After a few minutes it faded and we were able to make it to Connor’s car. “What in the world was that? It just came out of nowhere.” I exclaimed confused.

“Who knows? Maybe you really do have mental problems.” Keri suggests as she climbs into the car. I shut the door behind her. Connor and Kayla live close to each other, while I live on the opposite side of town.

“You’re mean,” I retorted weakly. A honk behind me made me turn around; the bus was waiting for me. I said goodbye to my friends then strode away to my bus. I did have my driver’s license but my parents wouldn’t let me drive the car to school, I didn’t mind that much the bus wasn’t that bad and I didn’t have a long ride on the bus.

I got straight to my homework when I got home; I was home alone for the time being my parents wouldn’t be home till around dinner time. When homework was done, I continued my daily routine of playing the piano.

It was around four thirty when I heard the doorbell ring over my playing. I stopped my playing and set the cover back over the keys before I made my way to the door. I saw Mark’s figure through the window beside the door. Just great, I thought to myself. What did they want now? I knew it was all of them and not just Mark because they were nearly always together. The Red River pack and the Holloway pack, my pack, were very close allies. There alpha’s were best friends, almost brother’s, both present and future alpha’s included.

“What do you want Mark?” I called through the door leaning my head against it.

“Just open the door Edna, so we can talk face to face.” He told me, I really wanted to challenge him, but I guess I had done quite a bit of that already today when I had insulted him and his friends, so I did as he told me. He seemed shocked when the door opened, “That was easy,” he commented. He was alone at the door but I knew they were in the vehicle that was in the driveway.

“I don’t have all day.” I informed him leaning up against the door frame, and crossing my arms in dissatisfaction.

“Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay, after, you know what happened earlier.” He explained.

“What happened earlier?” I asked playing stupid.

“Edna,” He cried exasperated.

“Is that coming from you or him?” I questioned nodding towards the white hummer with tinted windows. Mark didn’t answer this question. “I’m not a child Mark; I can take care of myself. So if Ferdi doesn’t want anything to do with me, then I don’t need him and I certainly don’t need the rest of you.” I slammed the door on him then and went back to my piano. I let my hands glide over the keys and I felt my day’s anger and frustration fade away into my music. I lost track of everything when I focused intently music, including the time. The next time I stopped my mother was coming in the door hands full of groceries and my little adopted brother Gavin was behind her.

“Hey sweety,” She called dropping her keys on the counter; I stopped playing and made my way over to them.

“Hi mom,” I replied as I stepped into the kitchen. “Where did Gavin go?”I asked.

“Right here,” He answered appearing from behind the fridge door with the jug of orange juice that was almost too heavy for him to lift. He practically threw in on the counter before going to reach for a glass in the cupboard which was too high so I ended up grabbing it for him and pouring the juice.

“Thanks,” He said before heading to the living room to watch TV.

“I have something to tell you,” I said calmly to my mom, leaning against the island counter with my hands folded in front of me. She gave me an unsure look but nodded for me to continue. “I found my mate today.” I told her bluntly.