The Rejected Luna

Chapter 2

"Oh my gosh, you overthink everything. Why didn't you just wear the bikini out?" Clair was laughing hard as she said this.

"Your question doesn't even deserve an answer". I was panicking, we were about 5 minutes away from the beach and the guys were already there. Jack was already there.

"Don't let your ridiculous paranoia ruin our day, okay? You know I'm trying to hook up with Tristan, so don't ruin it for me today", Clair joked in her 'mom voice', a voice that indicated that she was joking but that she also meant what she was saying.

"Ugh, really C? What happened to keeping ourselves for our mates?", I said, rolling my eyes at her.

"That was a thing we said when we were 14, grow up, it's probably only you that still feels that way in our pack, really though".

I felt embarrassed at her comment, she noticed and quickly added, "Who knows, maybe Tristan is my mate after all. I mean have you seen us together? We look amazing".

They did look amazing together, but no one knew for sure if they were mates, they hadn't smelt it yet. That's why she has waited this long before moving to the next stage with him. I guess she is tired of waiting.

"Grab your bag, we're here", she said before closing the car door behind her.

"Yea".

I was trying to seem cool while we walked down to the beach, but inside I was going crazy, 'Oh goddess please help me'.

"Hi, Si", it was Jack.

'Sierra, control yourself, you are the master of your own emotions', I thought while walking towards him. I could see Clair hugging Tristan from the side of my eyes at a distance. They really looked good together.

"Hi", I said to Jack. "So why did you guys decide to join us? What's the occasion", I said teasingly, teasing each other was our thing.

He just smiled and took my bag. "Come on", he said as he started running towards the ocean.

We changed and went for a swim. I didn't swim though, I just watched the others while I sat on the sand, covering my body with a towel I had brought.

It had been a few hours already and the sun was beginning to set, it looked so beautiful. Tristan and Clair were running out of the water.

'Where are they going? Sneaky kids'. I closed the book I was reading to call out to Clair but they were running really fast and I didn't think she would hear me.

"Hey, why aren't you swimming?", Jack asked while making his way out of the water and towards me.

"I don't really like swimming", I lied.

"What are you talking about? You love swimming. Remember that summer 4 years ago? You came down to the beach almost everyday, you even wanted to learn to surf from the locals", he said, laughing.

"That was a long time ago", I said, half dismissively and half angry. That summer didn't really bring many good memories. In the end, it was the summer I last swam.

Jazz had just had a fight with Jack. They were dating back then. And I guess she wanted to take out her anger on a weaker person. She was 2 years older than I was, but there were a lot of differences between us.

She was taller, stronger, really pretty and was literally called "Luna material" by all the mothers in the pack. I mean she did have all the qualities that make a woman stand out.

I always knew she hated me, but that day she was really pissed at me. I don't know why though, till this day. She had come to where I was sitting with Clair and stood for about a minute before she said:

"You must be so happy, being you and all that, 'the almighty Sierra'.", sarcasm dripped with every word she said and maybe a tint of hate. I wasn't sure.

"Go away Jazz, no one wants your trouble", Clair retorted, coming to my defense.

"Stay out of this Blondie, Sierra here needs to learn her lesson", she sparked at Clair then smirked. At that point, I was really confused and getting scared. Jazz was a dangerous girl to cross. "Maybe it's 'cuz your mom is dead, that's why you act the way you do, no one to teach you your manners. Well, I've got the perfect idea of how we can fix that."

With that she started pouring what was in her cup that I didn't notice in her hand, she poured it from my hair down to my legs. It was fish oil. I froze, I was beyond shocked. Everybody else just watched in shock.

"Jazz what the hell!", it was Clair. Jazz just laughed, but that wasn't all. Her friends or, as I called them, her 'minions', started ripping my one-piece swimsuit with their scissors. They ripped my belly open and were about to go further when I started punching frantically. Clair grabbed a pair of scissors from one of the two girls and started cutting her hair. It was a messy fight.

"Enough!". It was Jack

'When did he come? How much did he see? Oh no', I thought.

"Jazz, what the hell is all this? Have you gone mad? Come with me now!" He said as he walked away and Jazz made to follow before stopping midway.

"An ugly body for an ugly heart, you look nothing like the flower of the pack" She said, then left.

That single sentence was my undoing. My mother had been the flower of the pack, an unparalleled beauty. I knew I wasn't as pretty as she was, but that day my insecurities climaxed and I started seeing myself as a disappointment who could never live up to the image of her mother who was 'the purest heart and the flower of the pack'.

"You look beautiful", Jack's voice brought me back to reality, he was now sitting beside me. He had apologized several times in the past for his girlfriend's outburst towards me that day, although I never quite understood why he apologized for Jazz. He is a nice guy.

His eyes were glistening as the sun reflected on them, he had beautiful blue eyes. He took my hand in his and looked into my eyes. My body stiffened.

'What is happening? What is he doing? We have never been this close before.' My mind was racing.

"Will you marry me, Sierra?"