Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 16

Fiona's POV

I dreaded the moment I woke up this morning to go to school. The last thing I wanted was to face him. Especially early in the morning. Of all the periods I had with him, I just had to have the same homeroom as he did. I am most definitely not a morning person, so this should be interesting.

The walk to school had allowed me to think things over of how I was going to face him today. I wasn't as upset as yesterday, much to my surprise, but I didn't want to face him just yet. I actually felt embarrassed about what happened yesterday, and there was no doubt in my mind he had probably told everyone in the school. They were probably already waiting to make fun of me for my nervous break down. This week was just not my week, was it?

As I entered the parking lot, I was relieved to find that no one was staring at me or pointing any fingers my way. That would've been embarrassing. But unfortunately for me, I felt a pair of eyes watching my every move. Can't he just give up already? And yet, there was something in the back of my mind wishing that he wouldn't.

Ignoring his stare, I walked into the building with my head held high, refusing to show any weakness towards him. If he wanted to ruin my last year in high school, two could play at that game. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me suffer. In the end, he'll be the one crying. How? I still hadn't figured it out yet. I guess I'll just wing it.

I grabbed all of the supplies I needed from my locker and made my way to homeroom. I wasn't surprised to find that he still wasn't there yet. I noticed that Jace was still sitting in the seat where Blake used to sit. I guess I'll be having a new buddy sitting next to me for today….again.

I slumped down in my chair, letting out a frustrated sigh as I proceeded to my usual mindless doodling. It was becoming a habit of mine. I found that I had begun drawing small pictures of the black wolf I've encountered in my other notebooks. I had even started drawing a large one on a sheet of paper that was stuffed somewhere in my bag. I may be a neat freak, but I never seemed to keep my backpack in order.

Just then, I heard the door open and a pair of footsteps enter the room. One of them made it to the back of the class while the other sat on the seat next to me. I didn't bother looking at him. The last thing I wanted was to look into his eyes and apologize for what had happened. I was stubborn that way. But unfortunately for me, my heart skipped a beat the second I felt his presence near me. It seemed to always do that, and I hated it with such a passion right now.

I gritted my teeth and tried my best to even out my breathing. If anyone would've heard me, they would think I was having a heart attack or something. Maybe I was just because of the bastard sitting next to me. Curse him and his good looks.

The first half of the day proceeded smoothly, aside from the fact that I always felt his eyes on me in homeroom and in the hallways. It was really starting to irritate me so I was extremely happy when the sound of the lunch bell rang. I didn't even bother to get any lunch just so I could avoid his gaze on me once more.

I greeted Mrs. Montana as usual before making my way to the spot in the back. I sat down against the wall and pulled out my notebook where I was drawing the large picture of the black wolf. I wasn't exactly talented when it came to art, but I always found it amusing and a great past time whenever I had nothing to do over the weekend or during the summer. I had to admit, I had gotten better over the years, but I knew I still had a lot of practice ahead of me.

I turned to the page where the picture lied and tilted my head as I analyzed it. Man, I was getting good. I was surprised to find that my memory was able to obtain every detail of the wolf. Some might even say that I was drawing it based off a picture if they were to ever see it. Which was highly unlikely to ever occur since no one talked to me in this school.

I grabbed my pencil and continued to draw the bottom half of its body. Its face was the difficult part, but I had managed to draw it the best I could until I was left satisfied with the outcome. I continued like this for the next ten minutes before I heard the front door of the library open. You've got to be kidding me.

I glared down at the paper as I tried my best to ignore the heavy footsteps that were heading my way. They slowed down slightly and I was surprised to see that he wasn't entering my aisle. Instead, he made his way inside the aisle beside mine and sat against the same wall I was leaning on. He didn't make a sound as he just sat there, staring down at the floor beneath him. I peered at him from the corner of my eye, thankful I had worn my hair loose today so it was barely noticeable that I was looking at him. Or so I thought.

The second I looked at him, his eyes met mine and a small smile played at his lips. A small gasp escaped my throat before I turned back to my drawing. I glared down at it, surprised it wasn't burning beneath my heated gaze.

I could still feel his eyes on me, but he never once uttered a single word. Good. I knew if I were to hear the sound of his voice, I would immediately melt inwardly at the mere sound.

A moment of silence passed before his sweet, angelic voice pierced through it. Darn it.

"Fiona?"

I simply nodded in acknowledgment. I didn't dare look at him as I waited for his next words.

"You know I have no intention of hurting you. That is the last thing I will ever do."

His words seemed to be filled with agony and I couldn't help but look at him. His eyes mirrored the sound of his voice as he continued to stare at me. I couldn't help but feel guilty at the thought that I was the cause of this. Well, I kind of was. I did overreact yesterday anyway.

"Why wouldn't you ever hurt me?" My voice was nothing but a whisper. I was even surprised that he had heard me at all.

"Because you mean too much to me already."

He looked away and stared down at the ground once more, leaving me with my mouth slightly ajar. Did he really just mean what he said? No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that he was simply playing around, the way he said it would replay in my head and would instantly wash away any doubt.

I stared at him for a brief moment before looking back down at my notebook. I placed the pencil to the side as I subconsciously observed the drawing. I wasn't really paying much attention to it, but simply waiting for him to say something else to me. Thankfully, he did.

"I want to make it up to you."

My eyes snapped back to his and I immediately refused.

"No. You did nothing wrong. It was completely my fault what happened yesterday and you don't need to do anything."

Yet somehow, I secretly wished he would and not listen to me.

He shook his head.

"I don't care. Seeing you hurt yesterday just killed me inside. I want to make it up to you and show you something."

I raised my eyebrow in question.

"Show me what?"

He chuckled slightly before standing up and making his way towards my aisle. He stopped beside the shelves, leaving a small distance between us. He looked down at me, making me self conscious once again. I was simply wearing a purple t-shirt under a dark gray sweater with light gray jeans and a pair of purple converse. I know, it wasn't the best combination but I wasn't exactly in the mood this morning to beautify myself. Now I regret not doing so.

"Meet me outside in the parking lot after school." It wasn't a suggestion.

"For what exactly?"

"You'll see." He paused, staring down at the notebook in front of me.

"Oh, and nice drawing."

A sly smile played on his lips before he turned away and made his way out of the library. The second I heard the door shut behind him, I let out a long breath that I seemed to have been holding since the second he said those words. What could he possibly mean by that? What was it that he wanted to show me? I guess there was only one way to find out.