Yours Forever

5. Chapter five

Dianne's heat had been over for a week now, but she was still avoiding Tristan. She had resumed classes like usual though she would always skip Tristan's lectures. Dianne knew she was being immature, but she couldn't bring herself to face him.

Whenever she remembered the look of pure horror on his face, she would feel a stabbing pain in her chest. It felt even worse knowing she had been the reason.

If only there was a way she could make him forget whatever he had seen that night or what happened afterwards.

She had really complicated things.

Dianne knew she couldn't avoid him forever, she would have to deal with the problems she had created before The Council got any wind of it.

"Hey!"

She was on her way out of class when she felt a hand on her shoulder. The person snatched his hand away as soon as she turned, as though afraid.

It was him. The guy that had attacked her the day she marked Tristan.

"I just wanted to apologize. I know what I did was unforgivable, but the guilt's been eating away at me. I'm sorry," his eyes were lowered.

"It wasn't totally your fault. I'm at fault as well."

He looked up in surprise, hand reaching out to push away at black hair. "You mean that?"

"Doesn't mean you're forgiven."

He looked so downcast that Dianne had to fight the urge to laugh. She wasn't sure she would be able to forgive him, but it didn't mean she had to give him a hard time.

"But I understand." She said, watching as a smile appeared on his face.

She understood how difficult it was to control one's wolf cravings. After all she had also given in to her emotions with Tristan.

"Fair enough." He fell into step beside her as she started to walk towards the exit of the class.

Dianne didn't say anything.

"You know it took me a lot of courage to approach you. I saw you multiple times the past few days but I always backed out at the last second."

Dianne looked at him questioningly.

"Well apart from the fact that I wronged you, you also give off this 'do not approach' vibe. 'You approach me you die'," he added with a laugh.

"I do? I didn't realize." Dianne was surprised. This was the first time someone was telling her that. Well she didn't really have any friends that would tell her.

Could it be one of the reasons for her lack of friends?

There was a point in time where she went out of her way to keep people away. But those were the pack members who bullied her and made fun of her for being an orphan living off of the Alpha's charity. So she started avoiding them. Did she grow so used to it that people now saw her as someone to avoid?

"I thought you were one of those cool bad girl types that preferred to be left alone."

"What? No!" She laughed, starting to feel comfortable talking to him despite what happened. "I'm one of those uncool nerdy type that though like their own company would not mind having friends."

"Well then I'm Ethan," he held out his hand.

He didn't seem like a bad person. The fact that he took the initiative to apologize to her was a clear example. Dianne thought it wouldn't hurt to befriend him, even if it was just to assuage his guilt.

So she shook his hand.

"Dianne."

It was someone else who said her name. A very familiar voice.

Tristan.

The sun was setting, leaving a beautiful orange colour in its wake. Yet no one payed attention to this captivating view, not even Tristan who was waiting patiently by the door for Dianne's class to end. He hadn't seen her again after that day. He would find his eyes seeking her out among the throng of students in his class, and he would feel inexplicably irked when he was unable to find her.

It was clear she was avoiding him.

He should've been scared and unnerved to find out about the existence of creatures he had believed to only be myth, but he hadn't. Instead he had been trying to find out all he could about them. He'd done his research, but he wanted to know more and that could only be done by speaking to her. He did not like having unidentified variables.

He had given her space, hoping she would come to him on her own.

But she hadn't.

So, he had finally decided to seek her out. Finding out her schedule had been no big deal for him. Now here he was waiting for her.

He took a glance at his watch.

The students started to come out, all taking a glance at Tristan who was busy searching for Dianne in the crowd.

He saw her. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, her slender body clad in jeans and a green hoodie. There was a small smile gracing her features as she spoke. It was then that Tristan noticed the guy beside her.

His lips, which had originally been tilting up into a smile, froze.

A mindless rage gripped him.

It was the same guy from the other day, the one who had assaulted her.

Tristan's brows wrinkled.

How could she be smiling and calmly talking with a guy like that?

"Dianne." His eyes narrowed in on their connected hands.

The smile vanished from her face when she caught sight of him.

He glared at her, daring her to run away. He could tell from her body language that she wanted to bolt. He stepped forward and captured her hand, dragging her with him, ignoring the guy beside her.

"Let me go," Dianne bit out, looking around anxiously to see if people were watching.

Thankfully there weren't many people, but the people present were all looking in Tristan's and her direction.

"So you can run away?"

Tristan glanced at her. He continued on and only stopped when they reached his car. He let go of her hand then. "Get in."

"Where are you taking me?" Dianne asked, but she had already started opening the door.

Tristan stole a glance at her and did not reply.

No words were exchanged between them after that, the air filled with tension. They arrived at their destination in less than ten minutes. Tristan helped Dianne out of the car as she looked up at the high rise building in front of her. He led her to his apartment which was on the fifth floor.