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11: PRETTY LITTLE THING
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The Mate Agreement 12: HIS GOLDEN GIRL
My hands stop shaking when I make it to English class. Students are already filing in, the exhaustion of the day creeping into their faces and their sluggish movements although the afternoon has barely started. I hang back a little, searching the crowds for Bibah or Evin. I find neither. Instead, a heavy hand wraps around my shoulder, and the million dollar cologne alone tells me it’s Ben. I glance up at him sideways, not even bothering to offer a smile because I know it’ll look like I’ve swallowed a cracker fished out of an unflushed toilet. “For once our golden boy is early to English class.” I comment as I swat away the hand he tries to ruffle my hair with. “It’s once in a blue moon that football practice gets canceled early.” He replies, stealthily snaking his other hand towards my hair. “A good thing since I get to see more of my golden girl.” I smack the other hand away. He pouts, and somewhere in the heavens a baby cupid sighs because he’s oh so dreamy. I know, I see it all
The Mate Agreement 13: WE ARGUE ABOUT STEINBECK
“What John Steinbeck was trying to convey in Of Mice and Men wasn’t just moral dilemma. He explores themes of human nature and the line between right and wrong and how sometimes it gets blurry. Most people consider it a sad, depressing novel, which it is, but really, it’s more of Steinbeck bravely showing a side of human nature that man often times refuses to see. It’s like when we read Beowulf. Page ninety-six, last few lines of the second paragraph, he writes and I quote; ‘The men raced around the last stall. Their eyes found Curley’s wife in the gloom, they stopped and stood still and looked.’ At this point we can feel the collective grief of the men poring out of the page, we can see them knowing…” Miss Patricia Tartt drones on. With a dagger to my throat, I can’t tell you what exactly she is trying to explain in Of Mice and Men. I don’t think anyone in the class can. No one is paying attention. And it’s not like I haven't read the book. I’d stayed up at night, I’d ditched a part
The Mate Agreement 14: TWIN DAGGERS
The only class I look forward to on Mondays is combat training. Acadia believes in teaching it’s students not only how to fit into a general society that’s oblivious to the existence of werewolves, but also how to defend themselves. In combat training, my body is more than an object. It’s a weapon; the fishtail braid, the combat joggers, the long-sleeved crewneck. Teach me how to kill a man any day.“At ease!”I drop my arms and straighten my spine, focusing on regulating my breathing. On my left, Vahini Singh pants like an exhausted bulldog. On my right, Andy Rogers is gripping the arm of the boy next to him, struggling not to pass out. I roll my eyes. Yes the training drills are rigorous, but they’re not that excruciatingly hard.The burn and sore from my muscles begin to dull; my body naturally restoring itself to a stable condition just as Gojo Sensei passes our row. He gives a slight nod of approval at my stamina compared to the rest of the weaklings on my drill team, and I feel
The Mate Agreement 15: YELLOW
It happens so fast that for about three beats, no one moves a muscle, no one reacts; we all just stay frozen, immobile, watching William Ravenstone crumpled on the floor, unmoving.And then Akio rushes forward.Reality, confusion and panic slams into me at the same time. I’d seen the cut on his cheek healing. Is the blade poisoned? Why then haven’t I dropped too? I take a step forward towards him, suddenly feeling all of my energy drain out. But my vision doesn’t swim. The world doesn’t tilt. My legs don’t give out under me.Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.”Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious.“What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”The rest of the class is deadly quiet.“He
The Mate Agreement 16: GRAVEYARD
“It’s not that I’m scared my future mate wouldn’t accept me as I am, I’m just sort of bummed that I’ll have to crash their expectations.” Evin explains as we walk through a clearing in the woods.It’s about fifteen minutes past midnight, and the short nap I’d intended on taking had turned into a four-hour sleep. I’d woken up, taken a shower and changed into more comfortable clothes, and now Evin and I were on our random night walks through the woods.The breeze ruffles the leaves softly, and somewhere in the thicket on either side of us, crickets do their very best to let us know they exist.“They might be aro-ace too you know…” I say after a while, trying to imagine how an asexual-aromantic person might feel about the whole werewolf mating concept. I wrap my arms around myself against the chilly air. “The mate paring is never wrong.”Evin scoffs and shakes her head. “It was wrong with my mum. Not in a thousand years will I ever believe that she deserved to be mated to the beat-up alc
The Mate Agreement 17: BLACK INK ON WHITE PAPER
The next day I go through all the motions again with Bibah. I keep an eye out for William, but he doesn’t show up to any of the classes, and doesn’t even try to get in contact with me about the assignment we’d been paired up for.The classes end up feeling long and boring despite everyone’s bubbling excitement over the mating ceremony being tonight. Teachers finished classes early, some lovebirds downright didn’t even bother to get out of their dorm rooms, and the overall anticipation was so thick I could barely breathe properly in the hallways. I felt a little cheated because when Jenny told me about the mating party, she’d worded it as the ceremony being in two days. I don’t know if that was a deliberate attempt to get me unprepared or not. If it was, then it had worked.Three days ago, I’d been looking forward to the mating ceremony. But now? I couldn’t force myself to give a rat’s ass about it.I toss the fifth black dress I’d tried on, and it lands on the pile of dresses next to
The Mate Agreement 18: CHOICE
The drink in my cup sloshes and spills as I sway my hips to the upbeat song, feeling the beat reverberate through my body, causing me an euphoric high that feels dangerous and delicious at the same time.Lifting my arms into the air, and shutting my eyes, I submit to the overpowering, carefree feeling that rages through me.I spin, dip low with the rhythm, and a few cheers echo over the music. My eyes are half-closed, my mind and thoughts numbed by the alcohol. Someone is grinding into me. I press into them, hearing a grunt as rough hands move down my waist, guiding me to the rhythm. I pay no attention to the person, already used to having random strangers grind up on me on heated dance floors.No longer flashing, the lights have dimmed to a sultry red, blending everything and everyone on the dance floor into a fast mix of blurred moving bodies and an explosion of sound, sensation, overload.My gaze skims over faces.A tall dark figure lurks from the corner of my eye, and immediately,
The Mate Agreement 19: A MISTAKE
We run through the woods, wind whipping my hair, branches and thorns trying to snag at my dress, the leaves under our shoes crunching, heels sinking into the soft earth, and my giggles echoing into the night. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt so free. I can’t remember the last time I’d thrown caution into the wind like it was nothing but dust and followed what my heart desired.We make it to a clearing near the main school building, and I pause, laughing, trying to catch my breath, and shaking my head all at once. My face feels flushed, my hair wild and ruffled from the breeze. I try to tame it, running my hands through and turning to face William.There’s a genuine smile on his face. The most gorgeous smile I’ve seen in my life, and I feel my heart stuttering in pure awe of it. It feels like I could melt and die right here.Slowly, his fingers brush away a strand of my hair, tucking it back behind my ears, his touch soft and careful like I might be made of glass; like I’m an i
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