Episode 1
Tatum
“What the hell?” I am witnessing my boyfriend, the mighty ice hockey player at our college, Jenson Larson with his mouth on my best friend’s lips.
For a summer’s day here in Cali, I sure do feel cold. Jenson’s head moves as he breaks away from his tongue being down my best friend’s throat and catches me with my hands on my hips, my eyes narrowing in hurt and anger. I’m not sure exactly what emotion I’m feeling right now but I do want to kill my boyfriend.
“It’s not what it looks like, babe,” he says.
“Don’t call me babe you slimeball. You were kissing Shannon, my best friend. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I am not going to cry in front of this douchebag. He doesn’t deserve to watch me cry.
Shannon rearranges her top to look more decent and tucks a lock of her auburn hair behind her ear. “Tatum,” she says as I divert my eyes away from my boyfriend to my best friend. My heart is literally hurting so bad right now.
“We were, er just fooling around. Look I’m sorry,” she bites her lower lip but I feel like I'm going to chuck up.
Why am I always a laughing stock? My mother who I love so much decided to sleep with another omega and fell pregnant with his child. She was cast out of the pack and now I live with my father and two sisters, Hailey and Tate. Mom is never allowed back in her back. They call my mother a w***e, only she's not. It just happened, she fell for another man. My parents didn't have the best marriage; they only married because my mother fell pregnant with me when she was only twenty. What with seeing my boyfriend with my bestie just now and the fact that I'm already a laughing stock here in college doesn't do my confidence any favors.
"Listen to me, it means nothing," Jenson says as I place my hands on my round hips. "You know I only want to be with you."
"What the hell, Jenson?" Shannon says from behind us both. "You said you were going to leave her."
Wait, what? "Is that what you told her? That you wanted to leave me after you f****d me in bed this morning in my dorm? You are a worthless piece of s**t, Jenson now let go of me before I call security."
"She's lying, don't believe her," he pleads with me, still holding onto my wrist. "Please, I'm begging you. It was a mistake. What will everyone think if my girlfriend finishes with me?"
He looks down at his feet, no longer being the cocky defense player on the college hockey team.
"To be honest, I don't really care, Jenson. You should have thought about it before you started groping my bestie."
“f**k you both,” I add and turn my backs on them and walk away from our lockers leaving them both stunned.
I’m walking so fast with my head down. The last thing I expected in recess was to find my boyfriend of two years with his hand on my best friend’s breast and kissing her passionately like he did me just this morning.
I mean I can get why he finds Shannon attractive. She's so pretty with her long, auburn hair and those feline green eyes of hers, not to mention how slender she is. And I am not. Slender I mean. I have curves, okay so I'm not fat or obese or anything but I do have curves and an ample breast. My mother used to say that guys like something to hold on to and that I shouldn't starve myself to be rail thin like the other girls. She told me I should be proud to have a curvacious body. There was a time when I thought Jenson liked that. Hell, he even used to tell me I had an amazing body. Guess him being an athlete and a hockey player he thinks he can try it on with anyone.
With my heart literally aching that I want to rub it, I head to the central college outside area to eat my lunch and try to calm down. Not that it's going to be easy since I feel like crawling into a ball into my bed and crying my eyes out. However, I have classes and can't.
Outside it’s warm and sunny, not too hot - that kind of balmy weather before we get truly into summer. Here in California the summers are very hot thank goodness for air conditioning. I’m sitting by the willow tree that is the center place of the outside seating area, it’s pretty out here. There is a lake. From my backpack I take out my book that I’m currently reading, a swoony cowboy romance and let out a sigh. If only real life was like the books.
“Hey, we need to talk.” Jenson’s voice cuts in. Where the hell did he spring from?
