My Mate, The Greek God.

5. Oops! I Egged His Face.

"She said the sandwich is yours, why aren't you eating?" I will prefer if he just eat and stop making me uncomfortable with his occasional side glances.

I want to let go of the negative energy and just forget about the Mate talks. He doesn't have to acknowledge me, I'm okay with that.

But Adonis doesn't reply. He scrolls through the next page of my Maths textbook, I don't know why he's so eager to just get done with the lesson and leave. The only thing separating us right now is the tray and my study materials which are all scattered on the bed.

"I don't eat bread." Surprisingly, he still replies to me. Only that it’s coming too late after I have shoved the last egg into my mouth.

Too bad, I could've given him one of my boiled eggs if only he'd responded just a little bit sooner.

"So what do you eat in the mornings if you don't like bread?" I ask, my mouth full of eggs. All of a sudden I'm wondering why I'm seriously asking him such a not-so-important question. He'll probably ignore me. Or worst, call me a stupid person.

"Swallow your food before you talk. I don't like hearing people eat." His remarks make me blurt out with a short laugh and a snort at the same time, making me feel like the eggs have instantly blocked all my pipe.

I choke and begin to cough out, and I accidentally spit some eggs on the Greek god’s face.

Oh oh. . . My bad. How did the food travel so fast? He's got my salivary eggs on his face, I'm sure he will kill me.

I act instinctively, moving my hand to his face to wipe off the eggs. But Adonis doesn't allow me, he quickly pushes my hand away like I’m a contagious disease or something. I feel a little bit hurt but I'm not even surprised anymore, given his kind of rude personality.

I wait to regain my composure after the cough before I speak, "I'm so sorry, it was an accident." My apology is met by a dangerous look on his face. The boy is practically glowering at me like the Spanish fighting bull, toro.

Ow, our mate is so very scary and handsome.

In my defense, the last thought was Lulu’s.

He closes his eyes and I watch as his hands go into the back pocket of his jean trouser, pulling out a white handkerchief that looks more like a hand towel. He wipes off his face as he stands up and makes for the bathroom without sparing me another glance.

I sigh the moment he enters through the door. Now I think I have just made an enemy. He will surely hate me more than he already does.

You can't do anything right, Wendy. You suck, sometimes. Adonis is going to kill you when he comes out. Forget the lesson and just run to your room.

My heart is beating so hard in my chest, I feel like using this opportunity to run back to my room.

Heck, why does he have to make me feel so threatened? I didn't do that on purpose, isn't it normal for everyone to make such mistakes?

I think he deserves it. He didn't even care to offer me some help, I have a feeling that he would've loved to laugh and watch me choking to my death.

Raising my eyes, I see that he's out of the bathroom, now coming straight to me. His black T-shirt perfectly hugs his molded physique and twisted biceps. Some part of his brown hair clings to the side of his face, making him look so beautiful and hot. Lulu is seriously crazy. She doesn’t keep silent in my head, I wish I can permanently disconnect our communication link and have my peace forever.

Adonis takes the tray and transfers it onto the second bed. "Go there and finish your food." His voice is almost automatic, but he doesn't look at me. He brings out his phone as he sits on the bed, "You have two more minutes. If you're not ready for this, just let me know."

I'm done. I don't intend to drink the smoothie. Everything tastes metallic in my mouth, I only eat to survive and not for enjoyment.

"I'm done. We can start now, and I’m sorry for what happened."

Again, he doesn’t reply to that.

Jerk.

We spend the next one and a half hours on my first problematic maths topic which is Set. Throughout the time, Adonis did not allow me a one-minute break. He keeps explaining things and scribbling some stuff until I begin to feel dizziness in my head.

"I need a break. I can't digest anymore." I swallow the moment he raises his eyes to look at me. The mate pull is doing something to my belly, I can feel the dancing and the butterfly effects.

In my defense again, I’m only trying to describe what the mate pull makes me feel. I don't like Adonis. Blame everything on Lulu, that perverted little she-wolf is practically drooling inside my head.

"This lesson should be over by now anyway. An hour or two a day is more than enough." I say, playing with my fingers because I’m anxious because of his eyes.

"What exams are you writing, by the way?" Adonis put down the pen and shut the textbook. He straightens his back against the wall, while still on the bed.

"I'm taking the ACT (American College Testing). It's for a private college and I need it to get admitted."

"Where?"

"In Seattle."

"So you're going all the way to Washington."

"Yes, I'm going all the way to Washington." I press my lips together. I'm not sure about that though. I haven't yet gotten a donor to be able to have my surgery.

Am I getting too ahead of myself in life?

No.

Sandra use to tell me that it's always best to prepare everything beforehand. That's why I'm practicing my maths in advance. If I get a donor and have surgery, I will go to college, far away from home to acquire proper experience.

I've been homeschooled my whole life that the thought of it sucks. I crave a normal life, my dream is to get out there and experience the real world. So I will try to survive until I get a donor.

Adonis doesn't say anything to me. He just takes his book and leaves without a goodbye or a see you tomorrow.

I feel like I don't have a life just some hours after Adonis has left. I glance at the clock in my room and it's already 3:01 pm. How does time fly away so quickly?

Whoever invented a clock must've made a mistake. The universe isn't supposed to be like this, but I'm sorry I can’t change it even if the loss of time sucks.

Thinking of what else to do, I think about showering. Yeah, that’s so what I need right now. Maybe I should take a hot shower, relax my sore muscles and then go for a walk or something. Oh right, I haven't gone to the General pack-house for like the whole of this week. I miss watching the crazy werewolves fighting in the ring or dancing.

I move out of bed and reach for the bathroom door. I undress and turn on the shower which is so hot but it feels good even though it's almost burning my skin.

I've always had this problem in my leg that makes it difficult for me to sleep soundly at night. And because of that, I've gotten used to taking a bath with very hot water. My body tolerates it. It leaves a soothing and relaxing effect all over my body.

After showering, I repeat the same jeans I wore, but this time I change my tank top and put on a black T-shirt. It reminds me of Adonis, why does the guy love to dress in all black?

Fraternity pack style, don’t you get it?

Oh, I do. They deserve an award for being the creepiest werewolves pack in the whole of California. Even though I don't even know the number of packs we have.

About to leave my room, I hear Sandra's voice over the phone talking with Lucas. She's asking him when my parents will be coming back. They were supposed to return yesterday but another important occasion came up. I heard from Sandra earlier that they went to the ceremony of the new Alpha of the Gray wolves pack, Alpha Charles Landon. They might be returning today.

Sandra comes in, ending her phone call by saying bye to Lucas. “You're going somewhere?" She asks, packing up her dark hair in a low ponytail.

"I'm going to the packhouse. It's been a while, I'm so bored."

"I came at the right time if that's the case girl, they're going to hold a party at exactly 3:30 pm."

"What's the occasion?"

"Katy's birthday. They were supposed to celebrate this in the morning but Lucas used the hall for a meeting, so now that it's free, maybe you should go and rock the dance floor with them. Show them those chubby behinds, girl."

I roll my eyes and laugh. "I don't even have a chubby behind, stop making fun of my poor malnourished ass."

Sandra almost falls on the floor as she rolls out uncontrollable laughter. I don't even know what's so funny, she's just so crazy, I think her wolf has finally driven her nuts.

On our way to the general hall, I take off my hair ribbons, allowing my hair to fall freely. Sandra doesn't like parties, but she wants to attend because Lucas will be there, and I think she wants to go and protect her man's eyes from looking at other women's endowments.

We seriously have a lot of hot girls in our packhouse. They can make anyone feel insecure about their looks.

But hey so what? Life is too short for anyone to waste energy worrying about the way they look.