CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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When I get downstairs, my bag slung over my shoulder, ready to leave him for good, I remember he told me he is scared of me leaving him. Somehow, I doubt that. He does everything that makes me want to leave him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him sit down with his head buried in his palm. As I am about to open the door, he shoots up and runs towards me. He grabs my arm.
"Please don't leave me! I'm so sorry."
"No, Don, you need time alone to think on how to treat me. Well, that's if you get the second chance," I say.
"I've been alone long enough. Please, I need you. I promise to treat you well," he begs. I can find some truth in what he was saying, but I am not ready to be his puppet again.
"No, Don, we need time apart.”
"OK, how about you stay here, and I stay in the guest room?"
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN When I receive a call from Carson that morning, I know I can’t take Nala to school. "Ben, tell her she can go wherever she wants to after school,” I say, “but she has to call me, so I know where she is." "Sure, bye," he replies, and I leave the house. Yesterday's kiss still replays in my head. It was so lovely, a big step in our faulty relationship. I quickly head over to Carson’s. "Can you believe Kim made Nala think we were more than friends? She is unbelievable," I rant, and Carson smiles. "Nala gave you a second chance, though. Don’t blow it.” "Why did you get to be the reasonable one?” "I know, man, I am far more reasonable than you will ever be." "Okay, enough of that. What do we do about the attack? I think it's better if we
CHAPTER SIXTEEN When I woke up this morning, I notice Don is still in the room. I wonder why he is still at home. "Morning, "he says, and I frown at him. "Why are you still at home?" I question. "I wanted to tell you myself," he explains. Now, I am confused. "What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "I have to travel today." Why is he just telling me this now? I am going to be alone now. "Why? What's wrong?"I ask, already panicking. "Calm down, Nala, there is a fight between our packs, that's all." What if he dies? If he doesn't come back, I will be alone forever. "Nala, Nala," Don says, tapping me. "Sorry..... Do you have to be there?" I asked, hoping he will back out. "Yes, Nala, I
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Jordan is to pick me up from home. I really don't want him to come here, but what harm can happen if he does? It isn’t like he is going to stay for long. I wear a blue flared gown that is just a little below my mid-thigh. I pick my white sneakers and put them on. I pack my hair into a messy bun. It is loose, so locks of hair drop down my face. I pick my favorite hair clip, it is silver in color. I put it on my hair, then I hear the doorbell ring. I know it is Jordan. It has to be him. I go downstairs and find Claire standing beside a dimpled-faced Jordan. He looks really cute in his black tight jeans with his black sneakers and denim jacket. "Hey," I say with a smile, and he returns it with a grin of his own. "Hey," he replies, his smile turning awkward. If I don't say anything, we will
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN I wake up and I am the only one in the car. I look around and see that he has brought us to the place where we first met. I know how dear this place is to him; It reminds him of his mother. "Oh shut up, he doesn't deserve our pity," Penny says, and I smile. "Cut it out, Penny, he's trying his best to make it up to us." "Hmph...whatever," Penny says, and I shake my head. I search for Jordan, finally spotting him leaning on the tree near the lake. He turns and waves, and I return the gesture. "Hey," I say with a smile. "Hey," he responds. I stand beside him, and we both stare at the lake. "I'm sorry," we both say at the same time, facing each other. "What exactly are you sorry for? You didn't do anything wrong," he says. &nbs
CHAPTER NINETEEN After my last outing with Jordan, I don't want to go out with him again. It was too intimate. I have a mate; I can’t let my crazy feelings affect my relationship with Don. I dress up for school. It is weird that Don is not there. I admit I am used to being with him. I really miss him. A note is lying on the table where I left my bag. I smile as I pick it up. Hey beautiful, Good morning. Just want you to take care of yourself. I miss you already. Love, Don I feel the heat creep to my cheek; I am really blushing. I go downstairs and already meet my breakfast on the table, probably prepared by one of the maids. I eat pancakes and syrup with orange juice faster than normal and make my way to school. Entering the hallway full of students, I make my way t
CHAPTER TWENTY I burst through the doors and the cold air hit me. Almost immediately,, Don's driver arrives. Wow, earlier than expected. Note the sarcasm. I open the door and enter. "Good day, ma'am." The driver greets me, and I nod. He doesn't tell me why he arrived late, and this is better because I am in no mood to listen. I send a text to the group chat, telling them I am almost home. Willow: Why so late? Dash: Exactly. Me: Shit happens. I type and I go offline. The drive takes about fifteen minutes. Immediately, I enter our room. Mine and Dons. The telephone rings; it has to be Don because he is
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Don's POV Carson tells me it would be better we go home before the attack takes place. I really don’t understand why Kimberly would do something like this. I make it clear to her that our relationship has no emotional connection. I guess she just can’t keep to the contract. I don’t even know how to break the ice to Nala. I suddenly enjoy being around her. As I wake up in the morning, I wait till Nala wakes up. I want to tell her myself. I stare at her as she stirrs in her sleep. She is really cute. "Morning," I say as she wakes up. She frowns upon seeing me. "Why are you still at home?" she questions. For a moment, I am happy she cares; then, I think, what if she is happy I am leaving. I become pensive. &nb
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Don's POV It is Thursday; that means we have to fight. I still don't understand why my dad will let me mark somebody who betrayed us. I don't even think he knows about all this. I pack extra clothes to change into after the fight. It is the first time I am actually scared to fight. For the first time, I am scared of dying in a fight. I have something to live for now. Nala. I pick my phone to call her. "Nala, how are you doing?" I ask. "I'm fine, Don." She sounds like she