Chapter 7
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It’s hard to believe that I’m already packing my bag to go back home.
I don’t want to leave.
A far feeling from when I first got here.
I was so nervous when I got into Blake's car after we left the pool. His scent was everywhere and it made Sacha purr.
Not that I’m complaining about it either.
The way too short drive back made me wish for Wesmount’s packhouse to be much further than this.
When Blake dropped me off, I almost asked him to come in with me, but I figured it would make things worse. Plus he said he needed to take care of something.
AS I walked in, I made it perfectly clear that I was still extremely angry with Jeremy.
When I walked in through the front door, Jeremy was pacing up and down the hallway, passing his hand over and over through his hair, making them tousled.
“Lana,” He sighed in relief seeing me come in.
On the other hand, I got angrier and sour-faced upon seeing him so soon after I arrived.
Not wanting to talk to him, I fixed my eyes past him and made my way toward the stairs to go to my room.
“Wait, Lana!” He pleaded, grabbing a hold of my arm to stop me in my tracks.
“Let go of my arm,” I said through gritted teeth, eyeing him sideways with a piercing furious glare.
“Please, just give me a minute,” He pleaded again.
“No. I don’t want to. Now, let go of my arm.”
“Not until you talk to me!” He shouted in frustration.
Jerking my arm to make him let go of me, I take a step away from him and out of his reach.
“You are making it very easy for me to hate you right now. Do you think I want to listen to you right now? After the way you’ve been treating me?!” I exclaimed, my eyes a little unfocused.
“And what the hell is your problem with me being around Blake? What’s he done to you?” I seethe in anger.
“I only want to protect you.” He replied, his eyes darkening at the mention of Blake.
“Protect me from what?!” I shouted, throwing my hands in the air.
“He’s been nothing but nice to me since I arrived, Just like Anthony, Josh, and Wesley. And you let me talk and spend time with them just fine. So, why not Blake?”
“Because I know what he does with innocent she-wolfs! He might be my friend, but it doesn't mean I trust him around you! Are you so naive and clueless that you didn’t notice his playboy ways?!” He screamed out, spitting a little with his harsh words.
Ouch…
My heart sinks and my eyes fill with tears. I slowly back away further from him.
“Lana, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” He says, guilt written all over his face.
I hold up my hand to quiet him.
“Don’t even bother. I get it.” I crooked, turning around, fleeing to my room.
“Lana, wait!” I hear him calling with desperation in his voice.
Shutting my door with a loud ‘bang’ , I press my back against the door and close my eyes, still hearing Jeremy pleading through the door for me to listen to him. That he’s sorry. But I don’t care anymore.
‘Am I really just a stupid naive little girl to him too?’
I thought he treated me like his equal even though I am younger than him. Goddess was I ever wrong!
‘Why didn’t you listen to everything he had to say? Maybe he really does have a good reason for keeping us away from Blake. Even though I feel strongly for him, would Jeremy do this just for fun? He must have a good reason!’
‘Seriously?! You too!? You purr and pant every time we feel Blake near us, and you want to give Jeremy reason for not getting close to Blake? Are you kidding me! You are such a hypocrite!’ I yell out to Sacha, who doesn't even respond, knowing I’m right.
Taking all of my things from the drawers, I toss them willy nilly in my bag, not even caring if they get wrinkled or whatever.
I’m too mad and don’t care enough to pay it all nice and neat and tidy.
After everything's in, I sit on top to squish it low enough to zip it up.
With a huff, I take my bag and make my way downstairs. Struggling to drag this heaving thing, a hand suddenly grand and lifts it for me.
“Here, let me help,” Anthony says with a tight smile.
“Thanks,” I mumble, still reeling in my frustration.
“Are you ok?” He asks with a hint of concern.
“I’m fine”
“There’s that word again. You know, I might be silly and make jokes all the time, but I[‘m not that stupid. I know something’s up. Jeremy’s been worried sick the whole time you were gone, and I just came back from his room and he looked like s**t. He feels really bad for whatever he told you. He wouldn’t say exactly what it was, but still.” He says, looking at me seriously.
“You know that guy loves you like a sister? He would walk through fire to help you out of a bind. He wants to protect you from everything and everyone.” He adds with a knowing look.
“He might want to protect me, but it doesn’t mean he’s got the right to decide everything in my life. I can make my own decisions!”
“I know you can, but think about it from his point of view.”
“I have, and he’s got no right to tell me what or who I should see. Not without explaining why to me first. All he tells me is, ‘don’t worry about it’ , or ‘forget it’, ‘Just do as I say’. Well, I’m sick and tired of it! He can go and suck it for all I care!”
Shaking his head in disappointment, he places my bag near the front door.
“Look, I have two younger sisters, so I can see where Jeremy’s coming from. I know he just wants to protect you and your heart. I would have done similar if any of my sisters would have gotten special attention from Blake.”
“What is it with the both of you having a grudge against Blake?! He’s been nothing but nice!”
“That’s exactly the point. He’s been too nice to you. We might be friends, but it doesn’t mean I approve or agree with the way he treats most she-wolves.”
“Jerr said the same thing,” I reply, rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, well, we do live in the same pack and have known him for a lot longer than you have.” He spat out sternly.
“Whatever,” I say, crossing my arms, pouting.
“Look, I’m not here to scold you or whatever, but Jerr is taking your fight pretty hard. Can you try and make up before you leave? He’s really sorry for upsetting you this much.”
Looking up the stairs towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms, I keep quiet. Contemplating whether or not I want to see or talk to him.
“Suit yourself,” Anthony says, before walking out, shaking his head.
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“Did you pack everything, sweetheart?”
"Yes, mom”.
“Are you sure? Did you double-check the bathroom?”
“Yes, mom I did! Stop asking!” I huff with a frustrated sigh.
Opening the back passenger door, I plop myself in my seat, buckling my seatbelt, crossing my arms against my chest again, still annoyed by my fight with Jeremy.
From the corner of my eye, I can see him walking up to my door.
Doing the very immature thing I wasn’t going to do, I turned my head the other way, making sure not to glance in his direction.
“Come on Lana. You can’t leave this place mad at me like this. I”m sorry, ok. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings like this.
‘Stop being so childish and answer him, Lana!’ Sacha chastises. But I won’t budge.
“Please, Lana. I really just want what’s best for you.”
Silence…
“Fine. Just know I’m always here for you. No matter what, I love you, little sis. Stay safe and have a good trip back home.” He says, giving my temple a quick kiss before closing my door.
I keep my cold and cool exterior because I’m too prideful to say it out loud. But I don’t want to be fighting with him either.
But I also don’t want to give in to my stupid childish pride.
Maybe I’ll text him when I get back home.
Maybe.
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