Chapter 6

The following week after our talk I decided to set out and find Pierson. At the beginning of the week I had no such luck, but that all changed today.

As I walk out of the school to go home I spot him near the football field.

I can see him running one hundred yard dashes over and over again.

I make my way over and watch him hunch over with his chest rising and falling rapidly. His naked, muscular torso is glistening with sweat. His cheeks are a light pink and his veins are popping out on his hands and forearms. When he reaches to wipe the sweat from his forehead his biceps bulge.

How am I supposed to talk to him when he looks like that? I won't be able to concentrate.

He must have sensed me there because he looks up at me and catches me red handed staring. My cheeks flush with embarrassment. Nice one Elena.

"Can I talk to you?" I say hesitantly, but he doesn't move or say anything. I can tell by his facial expression that he's debating whether to talk to me or not.

"Please," I try again. I wait for his answer and he finally nods his head and walks over to me.

When he's this close to me I can see just how chiseled he is. He was made so perfect.

Get it together girl.

"Can you put a shirt on first?" I say and my cheeks burn again when he smirks, but he grabs a shirt from his bag he brought along and throws it on anyway.

"What is it you want to talk about Elena?" His voice is deep and smooth. I'm never going to be able to say what's on my mind. Besides how do I even begin?

Here we go. "Why don't you want me?" Might as well get straight to the point and not beat around the bush.

He falls silent once again.

When he doesn't speak I continue. "I know you love Rachel, but I also know you must feel the pull, the bond between us. So I'm asking you again, why don't you want me?"

"Elena...," he runs a hand through his dark hair. I now know he does that a lot when he's frustrated.

He groans and faces away from me. "I don't know what you want me to say ok. Why do you keep trying to make this happen?"

He turns back towards me waiting for my answer.

"I don't want to give something like this up so easily Pierson. That's why. I'm trying. God knows I'm trying. I think about you all the time and we only have one mate in this life. I just want to understand why you want to give it up so easily without even giving us a chance."

I don't know where this confidence is coming from. I know my wolf wants him to give us a try just as bad as I do. I can feel her standing tall and giving me the push I need to not back down. I take a step forward and he leans more into me indicating that he does feel the pull.

He realizes what he just did and I give him a knowing look.

He takes a deep breath. "I do feel it. I'll admit that, but I don't want to give us a chance. I also don't have to explain anything to you Elena," he says harshly.

Ouch that hurt. Don't cry remember what Em said.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. Rachel is the best fit for Luna and she will help us the most," he says gently.

"It doesn't matter what I want anyway," he says softly under his breath that I don't think I'm meant to hear it.

"What do you mean it doesn't matter what you want Pierson?"

He looks up alarmed confirming that he did indeed not want me to hear that last part.

"I didn't mean to say that. Besides it doesnt matter. Like I said Elena, I don't owe you any explanation. Stop trying I'm not going to change my mind."

"So this is it then?" I ask.

My heart feels like it weighs a thousand pounds and I can't breath. My chest feels tight and the only one who can help ease the pain is the one who's causing it.

His cold green eyes look in my wounded blue ones and he nods his head.

If he doesn't want to try fine. I tried for the both of us and I know now that I'm not enough. I never was and never will be. I'm not even going to tell him about me going away. He wouldn't care anyway.

I stare at his beautiful eyes for a moment because I know it will probably be the last time.

I won't cry. He doesn't deserve my tears.

I take my bruised ego and broken heart and turn away from my mate. This time I don't look back.

I'm accepting that spot to go to Africa. I don't need him or anybody else. I have my best friend and most importantly myself.

Goodbye Pierson. We won't be seeing each other again...or so I thought.