Complicated
970 Words
Clarabell's POV
I stormed back into the living room to take more shots of tequila to clear my head of what just happened. Absolutely not! There's no way on earth that monster of a stepbrother could be my mate.
I snuck a shot and downed it in one swift motion, angrily trying to grasp the reality of what happened. "Or maybe I was delusional or hallucinating or something, or maybe I'm just dazed and confused about the fact that I'm supposed to find my mate soon..." I tried to convince myself with all sorts of explanations to deny what had just happened.
I had forgotten that it was still my birthday when I stormed out of the living room back to my room. I lay on my bed with anger but still tried to reminisce about what had happened between me and Ryan... It was probably just in my head, I tried to deny.
I was still trying to convince myself that there might be a chance that my hearing had failed... "But how on earth is it that my stepbrother?" I was still having multiple thoughts in my head when I dozed off.
I woke up after what felt like hours with a pounding headache. As I tried getting up from my bed to get some painkillers, I got an HD version flashback of the night before. I fell back to my bed and started crying out of anger and frustration... "Wasn't there some way I could maybe negotiate with the goddess?" I was asking myself while crying.
I heard my door creak open, and I peeked quickly enough to know who it was. I dried up my tears and pretended to be lying on my bed.
"Hey, my pretty princess," Mom called me as she walked towards me.
"You don't look very good, honey. Do you need a day off from school?" she asked.
"Yes, please," I said, far gone in my thoughts.
I really love my mom, and I certainly don't want to hurt her. I don't tell her everything, but at least she knows what she deserves to know. Ryan being my mate was quite news, coupled with the fact that she was getting married to HIS DAD real soon.
I was jolted back to reality when my mom closed the door behind her. I was so confused, even though the situation at hand wasn't the biggest deal. I didn't mind forfeiting Ryan if it meant her happiness.
Growling in frustration, I sluggishly forced myself out of bed to the washroom. I stared at myself in the mirror as I ran my hands through my blonde hair. "I think I need a haircut. I'm with a new pack; I might as well get a new haircut... or maybe not." I can be quite indecisive sometimes.
Yes, I know. I need to be full of positivity to get some unwanted thoughts out of my head.
I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, packed it into a messy bun, did my little skincare routine, and went downstairs to have breakfast or so I thought, cause it was noon already.
Breakfast wasn't so terrible, so I didn't take too long to finish up. I went back to my room, picked up my phone, and started checking out a couple of people from school until Ryan got suggested. I angrily turned off my phone and unintentionally dozed off.
Ryan's POV
Who does she even think she's deceiving, coming into my family and trying to own everything, trying to be my dad's favorite and win him over? She's such a manipulative gold-digging woman that I'm pretty sure is throwing herself all over him.
I don't entirely blame her; I blame Dad for being attracted to cheap attention-seeking whores. How is it possible that he's already over mom? It's been barely a year, and he's over her and trying to get married to a new woman.
How could Clarabell be my mate? It was a cruel joke, and I wouldn't accept it.
I didn't even realize I was clenching my jaw and shaking my legs with so much anger until Veronica's concerned voice pulled me back into reality.
"Hi, babe, what's wrong," she asked, smiling sheepishly at me with her minions behind.
"Hey, mama," I answered back in a raspy tone, fabricating a smile and adjusting my collar, which was quite unlike me, but I was doing it to get my s**t together.
I got up from the chair, walked towards her, flung my hands around her shoulder, and adjusted her hair. "Do you maybe want to ditch classes?" I asked, knowing full well her opinion didn't matter.
She immediately said yes, and we walked to the driveway.
"I'm not even into Veronica, to be honest, but she's always at my beck and call, and it's quite comforting to know."
"Oh, I think I'm down for something strong like a margarita or maybe tequila," I told Veronica while stroking her hair.
"Uhmmm... don't you think it's maybe a little too early for margaritas?" Veronica asked, looking concerned as she searched my face for an answer.
"There's nothing wrong, don't get worked up over nothing. I'm fine," I answered, stroking her hair.
"So, you're still down for a drink or... do you want something else?"
Her face beamed up with the brightest smile as she suggested we go get some cakes. I wasn't exactly in the mood for cakes, but whatever.
"Since it's cake you want, we'll get cakes then," I said to keep up with the energy.
The drive to the cake shop felt longer than usual, so I played my favorite song. I placed my hand on Veronica's thigh, and she smiled. I slowly started running my fingers through her thighs with my head fixed on the road. She slightly lifted
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