She Doesn't Care

Chapter 4: Rules

I left them sitting under the tree and made my way to my next class. I was hesitant, each movement I made was being scrutinised by people. Lola had informed me with a sad smile that she knew no one in my next class, I was not affected by the thought of being seated alone, infact I quite looked forward to it after the day I was having.

Lola and Tyler decided that we would meet in the evening at the McDonald's not far from here and discuss the further details on the upcoming plan.

Don't get me wrong, it hurts getting rejected. I am by no means made of steel nor is my wolf. Lyra hadn't been talking to me much, not that I had given her time. It's hard on the wolf to get rejected, much more than the human counterpart. Lyra claims she was connected to Sylvester's wolf- Demon. Honestly, whose wolf can be named Demon? It screams arrogance.

Sylvester had rejected me, his human side had, whereas his wolf was another story.

That was the problem, we -humans- are the ones to do stupid things and make our helpless wolves pay for our impulsive decisions, I wanted nothing more than to accept his rejection but I also wanted revenge. It was cruel for me to put my wolf through it all but there were some things I had to do. Some wrongs I felt I needed to set right.

Accepting rejection isn't any better, I would feel my heart tearing apart but it was easier than resisting his rejection.
I could feel his rejection in every word he said, every move he made.

I didn't want to let him walk over me, so what if he's an Alpha? If we were paired together that meant I was supposed to be the Luna, his equal. My defiance while forced was not disrespectful in the werewolf hierarchy.
It's not easy. Sometimes when he raised his voice my wolf whimpered but I could take that much.

I just wanted him to suffer, how could someone be so cruel for taking something so precious from anyone?

A mate for a werewolf is scared , the ultimate goal. One dies for their mate, lives for their mate, dreams of a life with their mate. How could he throw that away? It seemed impossible to me.

Maybe we aren't good enough. Lyra whispered.
Don't let him get to you, he's just a jerk. I reassured my wolf.

Walking into a class full of people I didn't know, wasn't a party. I was met with numerous looks from people.

At that point in the day, I was rather used to the attention, that being said, I did not enjoy it.

"Can I sit here?" I asked politely to a girl with dorky glasses and her hair tied up in a pony. I assumed she was the safest choice at that point.
" S-sure." She stuttered, stunned to see my hovering presence.

"I'm Delphi." I introduced, sticking my hand towards her.
"Brianna." She replied smiling shyly, taking my hand in a weak shake.

My mind was everywhere but on the lesson the professor ranted on, it flew to the different conversations I could have had. Different ways I could have handled it. A bit more mature. My self inflecting thoughts came to an end when the bell rang.
I gave a small smile to Brianna and waved goodbye and left for my next class.

I was a bit disappointed as most of my classes were later in the day and I treasured the sleep I got late afternoon. Glaring at the white sheet of paper, I walked to my next class.

Lola told me that she knew a girl in the class, Perrie.
Entering the odd shaped classroom I paced around focusing on everyone's faces till my mates scent hit me.

I had assumed he wouldn't be in any of my classes but fate still had a few tricks. Involuntarily, my eyes fixed on the black haired boy who was shamelessly flirting with a girl.