The Brokenhearted girl
Azaria’s POV
Oh shit. I should have stayed home tonight.
The first thing I set my eyes on was a girl dry humping a guy on the dance floor. Because obviously this cannot be called dancing. It should have been an eyesore to people around but it wasn’t. This was because there were a handful of others grinding unto themselves and some others seated calmly swapping DNA with their tongues.
It’s the beginning of a school year and the Sinclair family always throws the most lavish welcome back to school parties. People literally begged to be invited to these parties. The Sinclair family was the family of the present alphas in the Blood moon pack. They were the richest and the most influential. Ashley the school diva was the daughter of the alpha. And I was best friends with Ashley. People often wondered how two of us were friends and even stayed friends for 9 years. These talks often made me sad but I have made peace with myself. I mean staring at Ashley reminded me of everything I wasn’t or didn’t have. Like her parents were still together, they were wealthy, she was beautiful with her blonde hair and blue eyes and I was just me. I didn’t get people fawning over me because of my status and I think because I wasn’t as beautiful as Ashley. I was even bullied at some point in school until Ashely threatened the whole school.
I was happy she was even my friend. I was content that way.
I took a deep breath and was about to walk to the kitchen when I spotted my boyfriend Logan. I froze. I could see him smiling from ear to ear with a girl he called just a childhood friend but the way he leaned into her whispering into her ears and giggling like a teenager made me feel like throwing up. Arya was her name. She was the reason we had our last fight and Logan called me insecure. I cried ugly that night. Since when did I ever become the overbearing girlfriend? I only decided to ask him because everyone in school was making fun of me.
I blinked back tears and began heading for the door when Ashley spotted me.
“Azaria! What are you doing there?” Ashley pulled me into her arms and I plastered a smile on my face. “You are late” she scolded mildly. Then she smiled.” what do you think?” I looked around the room avoiding the kitchen as Ashley watched for reaction.
“Hmm let me think” I changed my voice and that made my best friend giggle. “It’s lewd and fun, I think it would make the school news” I finished and Ashley burst into laughter.
“Come, I want you to meet the group.” Ashley clasped her hand over her mouth as she did a little jump. She dragged me like a rag doll as we crossed the room.
“The group? Are they the friends you made at summer camp” I asked.
“Yeah,” Ashley smiled as she grabbed two cans of beer off the table. She handed one over to me and had a sip.
“Hi guys this is my best friend Azaria” said Ashley at the top of her voice, with a huge grin plastered on her face. “Hi Azaria” they sang.
“Azaria meets the group: Isla, Dexter, Louisa, Fredrick, Ayla and trashiman but we call her trash” she gestured.
I waved at them smiling “hi guys, Ash, has told me so much about you.” I said and we exchanged numbers.
‘Trash? What an unfortunate name.
I was yet to finish my beer, when Ashley rose up. “Damn this party is a bore” and just like that everything began to change.
There was a new set of people that began to arrive at the party. Ashley and I peered to know who was making people murmur.
Ashley hissed. “It’s my brother” she sat back in her chair. My eyes widened. Nicolas came?
“He is not alone though,” I said. Ashley turned and gasped. Nicholas had come with his best friend and other of his friends.
“Oh my god he’s here” Ashley squealed, clasping a hand over her mouth. She has always had a huge crush on Marcel, her brother’s best friend. “How do I look?” Ashley asked and I nodded.
“Beautiful as always”
Ashely went on to look at herself on her phone camera while my heart raced.
The thing is I have had this long standing crush on Nicholas Sinclair, my best friend's brother. Nicholas Sinclair was that arrogant untouchable heir of the blood moon pack.
Thinking about him made me blush not to talk of him being close to me. I fanned myself with my hands as my eyes scanned the room looking for him until I found him. I flinched as we made eye contact. Oh my gosh.
That was the closest I have been with him for the past 9 years because Nicholas never spared me a glance. No matter how I tried in my own way, Nicholas never spoke to me. It hurt. It made me feel invisible.
I watched as the other girls adjusted their tops to show more cleavage and position themselves for him to see. I rolled my eyes. Girls always throw themselves at him. I could feel the sexual tension rise dramatically in the party as he sat and began to drink. I looked away before he could catch me staring.
I noticed a guy gathering people.
“What are they doing?” I asked.
Ashley shook her head. ‘I have no idea, come let’s go check” we walked to the group to realize they were about to play a game of truth or dare. And that was my cue to leave but before I could Ashley grabbed my hands.
“Don't even think about it”
“But Ashley I—” she pulled me to sit beside her.
“Truth or dare guys, come around” the guy shouted. My heart raced as the game began. With every question asked, my heart rate tripled and my adrenaline rose to the heights of mountain Everest. It would soon be my turn but when I turned to my left I spotted my boyfriend. Logan was in the game too. There were 2 people before me.
Then it was Logan's turn. His best friend stood up with a mischievous smile.
“Logan I dare you to kiss Arya”
People gasped. They clapped their hands over their mouths as they stared from me to Logan and Arya. My heart raced mad. Would he do it?
It wasn’t my turn but it felt like it was my turn. I raised my hand to my face and wiped my forehead of sweat.
Logan stood up and I wanted to go hide under my bed. He walked to Arya and the whole place went quiet.
“Will he do it?” Someone said,
The moment Logan stepped towards Arya and grabbed her face, I shut my eyes and tears fell freely from my eyes. When I opened it again people were screaming and cheering like they were watching a football game.
Logan not only kissed Arya but he marked her even though she didn't have his mark. Even though she was not his mate. This was a guy I dated for 5 years.
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