Her Soul Bonded Mate

Chapter 7

What the hell is wrong with me? I thought to myself as I made my way out the building. I had never been that type of person to start anything. I had always been peaceful and avoided drama and conflict. It wasn’t like I was afraid of getting into a fight, I was a black belt in both Karate and Krav Maga. I just didn’t like conflict, but for some reason I couldn’t help but make Sam angry and I wasn’t sure if it was because we got off on the wrong foot, or because of Liam. Either way, I knew that I would have to explain myself to Taylor when I saw her next.

“There you are,” I heard Liam say, the moment I walked into the dorms. His voice was like that of a siren, causing my head to snap towards him and giving me the pleasure of staring into those beautiful brown eyes and a smile that made my heart flutter.

Stop staring, it’s creepy. I thought as I forced my eyes to look somewhere else, on his body, which was a mistake because he was wearing a white T-shirt and some shorts, and there was sweat dripping down his body. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in my life and my mind was not helping. On instinct, I shook my head trying to erase the thoughts and images that began playing in my head, which didn’t help much. “Why were you looking for me?” I asked, trying to stay calm under the circumstances.

He smiled and the flutter in my heart started beating faster, “Remember I told you that I would see you tomorrow. It’s tomorrow,” he said, as other students began walking in and out of the building talking about something I couldn’t hear, nor care to hear.

“Right, I didn’t know if you were being serious or just trying to get away from Taylor,” I said, as I recalled the night that would have probably ended with me losing my virginity to a guy I had loved for a very long time, had not we’d been attacked by wolves and people who may have been werewolves.

“No, I was serious when I said I would see you today. If you aren’t busy, would you like to have lunch with me, after I shower, of course,” he said, that last part as if it were a suggestion for me to join. Either that or I just took it that way because I wanted to join him.

“Yeah, lunch sounds great. Let me go put this stuff up and we can meet in front in like half an hour?” I asked, nervously and excited that I would finally be going on a real date with the man of my dreams.

“Yeah, that sounds great. We are going to have to take your car, mine is in the shop right now,” he said, again reminding me of what happened the other night.

“Ok. See you in half an hour,” I said, as I walked to the empty elevator, secretly hoping that he would join me, which unfortunately he didn’t.

“See you then,” he said, just as the doors closed. The moment they did, I let out a loud “YES” and “OMG” after years of waiting and pining over this man, I was finally going on a real date with him. It didn’t matter if Sam claimed to be his girlfriend or what anyone else had to say about it. I had loved this man almost all my life and I finally got the chance to be with him and there wasn’t anything anyone could do about it.

“What the hell was that?” Taylor asked the moment she walked into our dorm room. I was sitting at my vanity trying to style my hair. Over the past few months, I hadn’t really cared about my appearance. After all, there wasn’t anyone that I wanted to impress considering my circumstances; however, just the thought of Liam made me want to dress like a girl, and thanks to Taylor taking me shopping, I had the opportunity to do just that.

“What was what?” I asked, as I applied my make-up. I knew what she was talking about, I just didn’t really care.

“You know what I’m talking about girl, don’t play stupid. Why did you do that? You know you just permanently ended up on Sam’s s**t list,” She rambled.

“Oh. I didn’t mean to be rude but she started it,” I said, as I applied my mascara while looking at her through my mirror.

“Um, of course she did. You went for a ride at night with her boyfriend,” Taylor said, coming to Sam's defense.

“I truly doubt they're together. If anything, he's just using her for s*x and she’s just upset that he showed interest in me,” I said, as I grabbed my perfume off my vanity, then sprayed it on me.

“That may be true, but Neffi, you saw them together yesterday. She was hanging on his arm,” she reminded me of the show Sam had put on as an attempt to warn me away from something that I felt strongly belonged to me.

“Yeah, because she wanted me to believe that he was hers,” I said, as I stood up. I then looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.

“Where are you going all dressed up?” she asked, sounding both confused and judgmental, which was unlike her, but I guess considering she and Sam were friends it made sense to be angry for her friend. So, instead of answering, I only smiled and she rolled her eyes. “You can’t go out with Liam Neffi. Even if what you are saying about him and Sam being nothing but f**k buddies, that doesn’t change the fact that she loves him,” Taylor said, trying to rationalize with me.

“Her feelings have nothing to do with me. Besides, weren’t you the one telling me that I needed to get out more and date?” I asked, quoting her.

“Yes, but not him,” Taylor said, in a way that sounded like an order from a commanding officer and not a friend.

“Taylor, I understand where you’re coming from, but seriously, it’s one date and I’ve liked this guy for years. He’s finally asking me on a date and I’m going. I’m sorry if this puts you in an awkward situation, but that’s the truth,” I said, meaning every word. She didn’t say anything, just sighed, shook her head, then sat on her bed. “I'll see you later,” I said, hoping for a response but only getting a wave.

I walked out the room disappointed, and a bit confused by Taylor’s response. I understood her sticking up for her friend, but it didn’t really feel like that was the reason she didn’t want me talking to Liam. The funny thing was, a week after my parents died, I felt as if I could feel other people’s emotions and I’m not talking about the whole, I can tell a smile is fake thing, because a lot of people can do that. It was more along the lines of reading deeper into their emotions or even their minds for that matter. Either that or I was thinking too much.

“Are you ready to go?” Liam asked, the moment I stepped off the elevator. I looked over at him and immediately forgot about what had happened because none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was that, after all these years, I would finally be going on a date with Liam.

“Yes,” I said, as I followed him to the parkade and towards my car, ready for my first of what I hoped were many dates with Liam.