The Broken Werewolves: The Human Mate (LGBT)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Nigel Quintin Ulysses

I know that it's not right to ditch someone, especially if you promised that you would be there. To make it worse, you didn't even tell them the reason why you ditched them. Yes, I ditched Mark. I ditched Mark because my girlfriend was requiring my presence.

Apparently Julia was on her period right now, and had run out of stock of pads. I asked her why they got ran out, and she only screamed at me, telling me that I was ass. There was nothing wrong with the question I asked her, it's just that... girls get very sensitive when they're on their periods. It kind of pissed me off, but I knew that it was just because of her period. But at the very back of my head, a voice was telling me that I shouldn't tolerate it. I was pissed at Julia.

My girlfriend asked me to purchase pads from a grocery store; she told me she needed it as soon as possible, then she asked me to buy an ice cream and a piece of red velvet cake. I knew better than to ignore her request because I'd be greeted with doom once I step into her house without a red velvet cake and an ice cream. So that's why I did. After the last period ended, I hastily got out of my seat and ran past the students. Some gave me a side-eye look as I accidentally bumped into them out of hurry, but I didn't give any damn. I ran quickly to the parking lot, climbed into my car, and then drove as fast as possible to get into the nearest grocery store, which really wasn't far. It was just four blocks away from school and it didn't take much time for me to get there.

Once I purchased the pads (and passersby, mostly women, were looking at me with a confused expression and I didn't look at them or give them a quick glance), I headed to buy a red velvet cake and a strawberry ice cream (because strawberry ice cream is her favorite).

Every now and then I was looking at my watch, kind of hoping that Julia would let me go once I delivered the stuff she had me purchase. I was already twenty minutes late and had this feeling that Mark was now judging me, probably thinking that I was an asshole and that it proved him right that Blaine's way cooler than me. If I didn't have a girlfriend at all and was a free man, then I'd bicker hard just to make Mark see that I'm better than Blaine. But I have a girlfriend – sometimes she can be very demanding.

"God," I muttered to myself once I hurried, getting out of the car once parked in front of my girlfriend's house. When I entered the house, I was greeted with a fuming Julia and I only gave her an apologetic smile, hoping that when she saw it, she'd forgive me for something I didn't do. "Here are the pads, your red velvet cake, and strawberry ice cream."

"You purchased a strawberry ice cream?" she asked me as she crossed her arms across her chest, glaring at me icily and I looked at her in confusion. "I wanted the caramel one!" She stomped her foot on the ground, then went to the living room, leaving me dumbfounded. "Sometimes you're dumb." She added rather harshly.

Okay, to be honest, that was harsh. And it hurt me. She never made that comment until now. She yelled, telling me to bring the stuff over, and that's what I did. I followed her command like I was some sort of a puppy, then brought her the stuff she made me buy. Julia commanded me to get a spoon, and I hurriedly headed to the kitchen area to get her a spoon and then went back to the living room only to give her the spoon. She never thanked me. Instead she opened the lid of the ice cream hastily then began eating without offering some to me. Usually when I bring her foods, she'd always offer something to me. She'd get mad if I try to take the spoon or fork because she wants to be the one to do it for me. She wants to feed me, and I always think that it's sweet. It's a sweet gesture. But she never made those today.

Julia completely disregarded me as if she didn't feel my presence, or didn't know that I was here. She acted like she never knew me. She just watched a show on the television while eating the strawberry cake. I took a seat beside her, hoping that she would say something to me, or even make a single gesture to let myself know that she knew that I was here. But she didn't. Yet I stayed at her house for two hours, but she never spoke to me. I tried to talk to her, but it felt like I was talking to a wind or a ghost with no mouth. In fact, I would rather talk to a ghost with no mouth because I knew that it would listen to me and expect that the ghost wouldn't reply, considering the ghost didn't have a mouth.

Realizing that she would never talk to me today, it had me thinking what I'd done wrong for her to act like this. She didn't go to school today for an unknown reason – she never texted me, or pinged me on Messenger just to inform that she wouldn't be going to school today. I only got the information from her friend and if I hadn't asked her friend, I wouldn't even know. Though I gave sent her a couple of messages while I was in the third period but she never responded. So after staying at her house for more than two hours, I decided that I had enough. When I stood up, she never asked me what was up, or where I was going.

And now here I am at the grocery store, thinking of what to buy so I can spend the rest of the day alone, sulking; thinking of what I might have done for my girlfriend to react that way. And also, Mark is clouding my head, more than my girlfriend.

"Damn it," I mutter to myself as I open a fridge and get a bottle of milk tea.

The bell chimes, indicating that someone has come into the store. I cross a few isles until I reach the snacks or junk food section. Then I hear a very familiar voice that I've grown accustomed of hearing after spending the school days with him for more than two years now. It's Blaine Maximus.

"So Tekken, then?" he asks to someone. I quickly hide, hiding myself behind the snacks isle. He sounds very excited and I imagine him jumping up and down in excitement. "Okay, okay. So we'll grab a couple of snacks and drinks, then we'll head to my house so we can play Tekken on my Xbox."

Realizing that they'll go here, I immediately head to the next isle, then take a peak. My eyes widen when I see that Blaine Maximus is with Mark Pierson. Damn it, Mark Pierson. Then I realize that it's my doing – if I had not ditched him for my girlfriend who was on her period and acting like a goddamn dinosaur, then he would be coming with me, or doing things with me rather than hanging out with the school's basically outcast Blaine Maximus. I feel anger bubbling inside me and jealousy.

Damn you, Mark Pierson. Damn you. I think while I glare at them hard.

They head to the snacks isle, grabbing a few chips such as Tater Tots, Lays, Cheetos, Doritos, and chocolates such as Twix, Reese, Butterfinger, Snickers, and Milky Way. Based on the chips that they are getting, it seems like they are going to spend the rest of their day together. And I'm not liking that idea at all.

Deep in thought, without realizing that they have come to where I'm standing, Blaine says, "Oh, look who we've got here,"

Mark remains silent, not giving me a glance at all. He doesn't acknowledge my presence. I would prefer him to acknowledge my presence rather than Blaine.

"Hi, Mark." I greet him, hoping that he'd give me any attention but to no avail, he doesn't. I suppress a sigh of irritation because deep down, I know that it's my fault. Hell, I ditched him for my girlfriend who was being a b***h to me earlier. "How's your day going?" I try again, wishing that he'd answer.

"Cool," he only responds, moving forward to get a few chips, then he puts them in the basket that Blaine is carrying. "So what should we get next? Oh, drinks. Beer? Should we go for beer? Mojito? Jägermeister?"

"Definitely Jägermeister," Blaine replies, chuckling. "Beers, Mojito, they are not for us."

Mark nods his head, smiling. "Oh yeah, yeah. True that."

They are having a conversation as if they have been friends for so long. Whenever Mark smiles at Blaine, I feel my heart beat in pain, and it's clenching, having seen Mark smiling, knowing that I'm not the cause of it, at Blaine. They share a smile.

"Can... can I go with you guys?" I ask, unsure, thinking whether it's a good idea to join them.

Both Blaine and Mark look at me with uncertainty, then they turn to look at each other, having a silent conversation, as if they are doing telepathy, with their eyes boring into each other. "Don't you have something to do?" Mark asks, brows furrowing as he turns his face to look at me. I know that it's the universal statement for No. Uh-uh, you're not going to join us. You're rejected. No, no, no. No, no, no, no way. And my heart clenches.

"Oh, um... I... I don't know," I say truthfully, having no idea of why I thought I should join them. I shrug, confusion etched on my face. "I think I have nothing to do, or nothing planned at all..."

Something flashes on Mark's face – disappointment, but it quickly disappears as fast as it appeared on his beautiful face. I think I have nothing to do, or nothing planned at all. s**t. Meeting him in the parking lot was planned. Meeting him in the f*****g parking lot was planned but it got ruined by my girlfriend. Mark is definitely thinking that I'm just fooling him, or making him stupid, which isn't really my plan at all. The plan is to make him close to me so he'd stop hanging out with this loser standing beside him.

"Um, what I meant is... my girlfriend needed me after school. Urgent matters. But she... after that, nothing else." I hastily add. "But it's okay if... if you don't want to me hanging out with you guys." Definitely not okay.

"Okay..." Blaine stresses, turning around rather awkwardly. "I'm just gonna buy some drinks." Blaine moves, leaving me with a silent Mark, who's not moving a single muscle.

Heart racing faster, I force the word out of my mouth. "Sorry for ditching you earlier," I say in an apologetic tone, looking down at my feet in shame. "I didn't forget that I was supposed to meet you at the parking lot but... Julia, um, my girlfriend, needed me and it was urgent. Girl things. You don't want to hear about it, I'm sure. But... but I'll make it up to you."

"Okay," he seems to not believe me as he just gives me a shrug. But I really want to make it up to him.

"Tomorrow? We can... we can ditch school."

"Don't you have a practice for basketball?" How did he know? But I never dare to ask him.

"Um, yes, I do, but... let's just say priorities," I say to him, smiling.

"What about your girlfriend?"

"Priorities," I say again. "My priority is you. Only you. For tomorrow."

"Okay," he says, giving me a small smile and my heart swells in happiness upon seeing the smile making its way to his lips. It makes me happy as well, knowing that I'm the reason why he's smiling now. "I look forward to hanging out with you tomorrow then. Meeting place is school, right?"

"Yes," I say, grinning widely. "Now go hang out with Blaine. But don't get used to it. Because I plan on snatching you from him." I say, chuckling, then realize that he might have interpreted what I said the wrong way. It's... gay thing to say. "What I meant..."

"Okay, okay." Mark chortles, smiling brightly, eyes twinkling brightly.