The Rejected Wolf

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Tyler’s POV

The road to the city has been long. I have been driving for the past 7 hours. There is about another 5 left. It’s taking so long because I have been stopping at gas stations. I am exhausted. I think I should rent a motel room for the night. I drive further and spot one nearby. I park the car and take out a small bag of my clothes and head to the reception. When I reach there, there is one sexy guy standing at the there. “Hi, I want to rent a room for one night” I tell him while he just looks at me without saying anything. Weird. “Sure that will be $40 and you need to leave by 13:00 tomorrow”, he tells me after a while handing me the key.

I reach the room. I open it and head inside to inspect it. It’s quite clean I must say. Anyway, I take out my clothes and head into the shower. I switch it on and let my thoughts run free. I think about the positive things in my life, Aunt Maggie and the possibility of a better future, luckily I didn’t fall in love with Arjen. I have an apartment for free; all I have to do is find a job so that I can pay bills. I can apply to NYU and study something. I always wanted to be a doctor, maybe I can do medicine or I can get a business degree. I need to actually go there before I can decide what I want. I need to set up new goals and work very hard to achieve them.

I pull out my phone to play a few games before I sleep, I see like a million texts from Alpha Oliver demanding where I was, I type back telling him that I am fine. There is one from Arjen telling me to go f**k myself, I do not reply to it. He can go suck balls, not mine though. I delete the message and go on f*******:. I go to Tucker’s account and see something I never expected, there was a picture of him kissing Brandon at a party. Brandon was cheating on his boyfriend? I didn’t even feel a little bit sad for them. Or maybe I do, why am I not good enough? Aah, they are disgusting. I unfriend Tucker and Brandon. It is my way of finally moving on. I play a few games, then I set my alarm and close the phone. I slowly let the darkness take me.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!!!!

Urg, I pick up my phone checking the time, it’s already 8 AM, and I need to leave soon. I stretch and slowly climb out of the bed. I tumble on the floor and hit my head. I walk to my bag and take out a fresh set of clothes. As I am about to step into the shower, a wave of nausea hits me. I dash straight to the toilet and puke my guts out. Gross. Wait, werewolves don’t get sick.....oh no, could I be? Did we use protection? No..... I think I’m pregnant. Can’t be, it was only once. I don’t ponder on it anymore. I get into the amazingly hot shower. Wait, it could also be from all the stress I have currently. I take my time to enjoy the water.

As I finish, I get out and change into my clothes, just simple skinny jeans and my AC/DC t-shirt. I gather everything and head to the reception to check-out. There sexy guy is replaced by a preppy girl. Geeze, who’s happy so early in the morning? I give her the key and she gives me a note with her number. I shake my head and throw the note away. I head to my car. I turn on the radio, Back in Black comes on, I swing my head to the beat and drive to the diner that I saw on my way in for some breakfast. I reach and turn off the car and head inside.

I walk in and there is an old lady standing at the counter, she reminds me of Aunt Maggie. The place is packed, probably the community that lives here. They high school jocks and cheerleaders, policemen and others that I can’t seem to analyse, maybe the local mafia. I want to join the mafia one day. Imagine how sexy guys walk around with guns. They just shouldn’t kill people, just pose with the guns without shirts, yes. I shake my head, I’m losing it.

I walk up to and open booth and sit down. The old lady walks up to me. “Hello there, Lovey, don’t look like you from around here, how you on this fine morning?” She asks me in a polite manner. “I’m good thanks and you? Yes, I’m not from here; I am heading to New York and spent the night at the motel.” I tell her, ignoring the urge of nausea that wants to hit me. “I see, what can I get you?” “Can I have two pancakes and a coffee please?” She nods and walks off.

I take a look around, the diner is like the ones from the 60s, it’s pink and silver with turquoise seats. The homecoming queen’s picture welcoming you to the parade that will happen in a few weeks. If I have time, I’ll come for it. Another thing, the people here are all humans, I can smell them. Should I just skip the city and stay here?

I get my food and start devouring it right away. It is delicious, just like Aunt Maggie’s, fluffy and greasy. I really miss her, but I cannot keep in contact because Brandon might find me. I don’t drink the coffee, the smell of it makes me want to hurl again. I order water to flush the pancakes down. I finish, pay the bill and leave. I get to my car and I’m hit with a wave of nausea yet again. I ignore it and jump in. As I am about to start the car, someone taps on my window. I look out and see the person I never ever wanted to see again. Brandon. He is standing there in all his glory. I can’t feel the mate bond between us, so why is he here?