“Look,” Mark said, “it’s not like the ordinary. He never did that before. He was usually practiced with girls all over him. Worshiping him. Everythin’ changed when you came.”
“Because she’s his freakin’ mate!” James exclaimed then buried his face on his hands, head dragging lower and hands gripping his hair.
“James, c’mon,” said Harry. “We all knew Zach kept looking at her.”
“Fück.”
“James, language!” Bea shouted as Keira and Victoria giggled. The girls never saw this side of James. He was usually the bright person in the group. But never heartbroken.
“Fück language!” James retorted. “I’m gonna go punch somethin’!” With that, he stood up from his seat and walked out of the cafeteria with Harry following after him.
Whilst watching the scene before her, Anna couldn’t help but feel.. useless at these kind of situations. For she didn’t know what to say and what to feel. It always felt like she was the reason to the chaos that was happening around the School. Around her.
Even now, she knew there would always be an undeniable fire between Zach and Jake. Was it because of her? How could she bring back their friendship? To convince Jake that she belongs to Zach?
She sure had felt all the glares of the girls that were burning holes at random parts of her body. Is this what happens when one tries to fit in a place one doesn’t belong? Where one is different?
She had told herself, everybody likes pretty but hates it at the same time. But she was beautiful and she knew not of men’s stares and thoughts.
“Sorry, Anna,” Liam interrupted her thoughts. “James.. isn’t usually like that.”
“It’s fine,” she replied, a tight smile plastered on her face.
Later that afternoon, she went with the group as they went to training. James was pretending he didn’t know her. She felt hurt with that but still focused her mind back to training. Of course, the training grounds was a wide space for hundreds of werewolves, surrounded by the forest, by tall trees. After changing to proper attire, everyone first began with shifting and running. She was shocked and amazed at the same time. She wished she could shift into a terrifying wolf like them but she couldn’t so she was left to Zach.
“Hey.”
She looked back to see Andrew. Without a shirt, he was looking well sweaty and muscular. “Hey, Andrew,” she greeted, smiling. “Do you know where Zach is?”
“Yeah. Actually, I’m taking you to him. He’s kinda busy, y’know. With girls and stuff.”
She frowned. “Girls?”
“He’s training them. Apparently, his hands are full. Someone gotta take care of some things he can’t take care of…”
She just almost blocked out everything he said after. Just thinking of Zach surrounded by sweaty partly dressed girls made her want to smoke fire from her nostrils. Her hands fisted by her sides to their own instinct as her face turned red, blood boiling.
Was she angry with Zach? No. She wasn’t. She was furious. Mad. She felt like she wanted to pull some girl’s hair out of their sculp and shove her face down a dirty toilet. Well, that would be a good idea.
“Where is he?” she asked Andrew, interrupting his chattering.
Andrew raised an eyebrow, sensing the sudden strange about her attitude. Nonetheless, he led her to the upper training grounds. Once they entered the building, it was the girls she first saw. Zach was teaching the proper way of ‘stretching’ and stuff. Well, he was doing it decently. Like a real hot professor fantasy. Unfortunately, some girls were flirting with him. Some girls were drooling. They were too close to him for her liking. Their filthy hands were touching his bare arms. Their heaving chests were brushing ever so slightly against him.
She was mad beyond compare. He belongs to her. These godforsaken girls should know that.
“Hey, Zach!” Andrew called across the room as he led Anna near the man of charms himself.
Zach strided away from the girls and towards Andrew, a heart dropping grin slipping on his lips. “Hey,” he said, giving an awesome handshake with Andrew along with a fistbump. They exchanged grins eventually until Zach’s eyes caught Anna who was stood there looking so.. hot.
Her face was flushed. Hands fisted by her sides. If earlier, she was wearing a long white shirt, black leggings, and ankle boots, this time she wore a tight tank top and tight shorts, feet covered in sports shoes and hair fixed in a messy braid. God, she was hot, he thought. Hotter, actually.
“Hey, Baby,” Zach welcomed, walking towards her in a slow pace, almost dangerously.
As soon as he got close to her, she trained her burning eyes on his and grabbed the upper part of his shirt in her grip, pulling his head down and engaging their lips in a kiss. Whilst her hand tightly fisted his shirt, her other hand was running through the back of his head, pulling and gripping his hair. Caught in the moment, he growled lowly into her mouth, teeth lightly biting her soft bottom lip. She kissed him hard, tongue stroking his and tasting. Melting.
It was a hot scene. A public display of affection. And she wanted it. Desperately. Declaring her love for him. He was hers. And hers only.
There was an eerie silence that surrounded them but a round of soft murmurs followed afterwards. Andrew, who was kind of surprised with the display, raised his eyebrow and smiled to himself. “Huh. You’re welcome,” he muttered to himself.
Breathless, they pulled back. She bit her bottom lip at the intensity of his gaze as she looked up at him beneath her thick lashes.
“What was that for?” he asked, voice husky and eyes burning.
“I wanna show everyone..” she trailed, pulling his shirt with her grip and dragging his head down for a moment. She leaned her lips close to his ear and softly whispered, “You’re mine.”