"How can I trust you? After what you've done!"
Beta Prince Waylon Kailea's counting down the days of his final semester at the Antum School for the supernatural. Serving in his alpha sister's shadow, Waylon finds himself utterly alone and patiently...
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~ Alexei~
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you like that. You didn't know,"
I apologize as Dante looks over the blank page in his sketchbook, trying his hardest to ignore me but I know he can't. Putting his pen down he scratches his chin and turns slightly, giving me a good look at the nearly healed bruise I created in a moment of pure rage.
"Do you think Waylon your mate?" Dante asked and I nodded, but there was no happiness in his dark brown eyes.
"Before, when I told you I found someone different, it was Waylon, but I guess he chose you over me. They always do," he says with a sad smile and it breaks my heart but at the same time Wei is mine and I can't help that.
"I mean look at you, I never stood a chance to begin with," Dante laughs at himself, shaking his head as he goes back to sketching his next drawing.
"That's not true, once you have your mate I'm sure they'll think the world of you," I try to cheer him up but my presence alone dragged him down.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure they're gonna look at me and just say 'Really? This is what I've been waiting for?' then reject me. I'm not good enough for anyone Alex," He sighs, dragging the tip of his pen across the paper and puts the pen down before leaning back in his seat.
"Dante, you can't possibly believe that," I state, worried about my poor friend's mental health as he just shrugs and retreats further into his hoodie.
"Of course I do, because it's the truth. I'm not an optimist like you Alex, I don't have this perfect little mate following me along or some powerful alpha. I'm just a stupid below average lotus who can just barely pass Sensei Oro's class. I might not even show up to the ceremony to be honest. What's the point when I'm probably too pathetic and would rather be unmated then be some burden to someone who deserves so much better," He says with a depressed rage I've never seen in him before and we've been friends since we were six. Dante's like my little brother even though I'm only older by two months.
Dante fans his hand through his hair and lets out a long sigh, before turning to me with a fake smile as he tried to look happy when he turned to me.
"Anyway thanks for listening to my Tedtalk, I accept your forgiveness and I'm sorry for going on a pointless rant. I'm not really in the mood to hang out though so please go," He points to the door but I cross my arms.
"Fine, but this isn't the end of this conversation," I warn him and he rolls his eyes as he puts on his headphones and goes back to drawing. I gently rub his shoulder and leave him be, knowing he takes most of his frustrations out in his art.
Stepping out of his dorm, I'm taken aback when a crew of people in black designer bomber jackets and black face masks make their way down the hall. I've never seen a competition before but I know what a dance crew looks like when I see it so it's not abnormal.
