CHAPTER THREE

“I need to get you out of my head!” I scream over the noise of my motorcycle.

No one’s around to hear, but it makes me feel a little better.

I don't know what I'm feeling. I'm so lost.

I keep trying to figure out why I am so interested in her. Deep down, I'm really interested in her. And why an Omega when I’m dating someone like Heather?

I keep trying to figure out why I’m so infatuated with her. I’m determined to get her out of my system, but she keeps invading my thoughts.

She is just a distraction. She is just an obstacle that I need to overcome.

She is not someone that I should be thinking about.

She is not someone that I should be fantasizing about.

“She is not someone that I should be thinking about!” I say.

I rev my motorcycle faster and sped up.

I need to get her out of my head!

But she is so damn sexy, and cute, and hardworking, and…

I run my fingers through my hair, beyond frustrated. The hour I’ve spent on my motorcycle hasn’t helped still these thoughts.

There’s no doubt that she’s beautiful. Her dark brown hair and brown eyes remind me of the forest in a mysterious and peaceful way. She’s a bit on the heavy side, but I like that about her. I like the softness of her. She has a voluptuous body

I like everything about her. I like her smell. I like her look. I like her scent. I like her eyes.

I know it's not right. I know it's not normal. I know it's not something that is socially acceptable. But I can't help the way that I feel about her.

I can’t let her know how I feel about her. I can’t let her know that she is my mate.

I hope the noisy, crowded club will help drive her from my thoughts. Once I arrive, I find Heathery. I walk over and kiss her on the cheek. She already looks angry though.

"Did you forget?" she asks.

"What?" I respond.

I probably did forget something. I’ve forgotten a lot of things since Kiera invaded my mind.

"That I'm turning eighteen,” she huffs.

"No, I remembered,” I say. I know my own girlfriend’s age.

Still, she waits impatiently. As if there’s another piece that’s supposed to click.

Then, I realize that I screwed up. Royally. I forgot her birthday.

"I'm sorry,” I say, as it hits me.

"Sorry?” she says, her hands on her hips. “That's all you have to say?"

"I'm sorry,” I repeat. “I know it’s not good enough, I just don’t know what else to say. I’m truly sorry.”

Heather is silent, which scares me.

Then, she looks at me and smiles. "I love you, Troy,” she says.

"I love you too,” I reply, kissing her forehead.

She laughs and things feel better again.

"So?" she says, raising her voice. "What are you going to do for my birthday?"

Now, her smile makes me nervous as it’s fixed on me. I’m not sure what to do or what she wanted. I begin to sweat under my shirt as I feel an itch on my leg.

"Uh, I don't know," I finally reply.

"Really? " She seems annoyed. "I want you to do something nice for me."

"Like what?" I ask, hoping for a solid suggestion.

I know I should do something for her birthday, but honestly, I’m at a loss for ideas.

"Like buy me a present."

"What do you want?"

"I don't know." She shrugs. “You’re my boyfriend. You’re supposed to figure that out.”

I follow her to the bar and buy her a drink but she ignores it.

"Come on, I want to dance,” she says, leading me onto the dance floor.

I watch her move her hips and her body. Heather is also so beautiful.

But for some reason I still think of Keira.

"I don't think I should dance tonight," I finally tell her.

She frowns. "Why not?"

"I just don't think I should,” I say. I can’t explain it to her, because I still can’t understand the feeling myself.

"Why?" she asks.

I swallow hard.

"Heather, I just don't feel like it tonight. "

Heather looks at me with a smile that doesn’t match the hate in her eyes.

“It’s Keira, isn’t it?” she asks, fury in her voice.

*

I freeze at that comment. Can she really read my mind so well?

"What are you talking about?" I ask, trying to cover my guilty conscience.

"The Omega girl,” she says. “I’m not stupid. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me,” I say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Heather.”

“Don’t gaslight me,” she snaps. “She’s your new obsession. That's what she is. Your new obsession."

"I'm not obsessed with her!" I protest.

"She's an Omega. You are obsessed with her. You cannot be serious."

Heather bursts into tears.

I sit next to her and try to put my arm around her, but she pushes me away.

"Don't touch me," she says.

"Heather, please."

"I don't want to talk to you," she says. "And I don't want you to talk to me."

"Please," I beg. I’m not ready for it to end like this. I need time to figure everything out. "Please."

"I'm serious, Troy."

"I'm sorry," I say.

"I don't want to hear that," Heather says. "I don't want to hear that you're sorry. I don't want to hear that you love me."

"I do love you though,” I insist.

She wipes her face with her sleeve, stands, and puts her hands on her hips as she glares at me.

"Why?" she asks. "Why her?"

I start to say something, but she cuts me off before I can.

"I thought you loved me!" she says. "You said you loved me. How could you do this to me?"

"But I do love you," I insist. "I do."

"You're not supposed to just say that," she says. "You're supposed to mean it, Troy."

"I do mean it."

"No, you don't,” she snaps.

"Please, Heather."

"You don't know what love is,” she says.

"Please,” I beg. I just want this to stop.

"You don't know anything about anything!" She starts to cry again. "I thought you were different. I thought you were." She buries her face in her hands and sobs.

Then, her tears turn to anger.

"You are so stupid! An Omega Troy!”

"I'm sorry,” I say, as I try to hug her.

"Don't say you're sorry! You're not sorry!" She shakes her head. “Trust me, you are going to regret this for the rest of your life."