Her Unwanted Mate

Chapter 3…

Isabella’s P.O.V.

I think there’s something wrong with me. I could have just walked out of that conversation without explaining the reason to these jerks, but being the dumb person that I am, end up disturbing and interfering in the heated conversation between the s*x God and the Malibu Barbie.

“So, now that you know, it wasn’t me who started it. I’d like to go back and enjoy the remaining time with my food.”

I sense that everyone’s attention is on me now, except for the s*x God. He is staring at something or rather someone behind me. I sense him, before I feel his hand at my back, resting in a protective manner, to tell me that he is here and he’ll handle it.

I turn towards Caleb as he says, “Is everything alright princess?” I involuntarily lean into his body, I don’t know what it is, but he has always been the one to calm me down in a weird manner.

I just nod at him when I hear a similar growl. The s*x God is staring at Caleb’s hand on my waist and he looks pissed off.

Oh God. My ovaries are going to burst, if I stay here a little bit more.

Caleb just tightens his hold on me and looks at me a little baffled. I think it’s because he just smelled my arousal.

Kill me please. This is embarrassing.

I just look at the group of jerks standing in front of me and say, “Well, it wasn’t a pleasure meeting you’ll. Hope to see you’ll never.”

And I turn towards Rachel, who looks a little sad at my comment. I give her a small smile and say, “As for you Rach, I’ll see you in Class.” I don’t know why, but she instantly relaxes and gives me a smile back.

I leave with Ryan and Caleb, both at either side. I tell them, that I’ll just get some lunch to which Ryan replies, “You can have my lunch. I’ll go and get another.”

I literally jump on his back and kiss his head, “Oh I love you so much Ry.”

As I take this tray, I notice he doesn’t have fries in them, I scowl at him to which he looks taken aback, “Moody much princess?”

Caleb just grabs my hand, pulls me towards him and says, “You don’t have the fries in your tray ass. She loves fries.”

I smile at Caleb mumbling him a Thank you and turning towards Ryan to inform him, “You better get me fries plus some extra fries and an orange juice box.”

“Okay. Anything else.” He asks.

“No. Now get going brother. We hardly have 15 minutes before the next class starts.”

He just shrugs and walks towards the Lunch line as Caleb pulls me towards our table. As I get settled on the table and start hogging down the chicken burger that was in Ryan tray, Rose speaks, “What happened there? She looks like a total bitch.”

I just smile at my best friend and reply, “She is a total b***h sweetie. She thought she could mess with me. I bet that she’ll never pull that stunt ever again.”

Matt and Caleb just smile while shaking their head, when Ryan arrives with my love. Food. I exchange my tray for him after he takes his burger for my tray and continue downing fries.

I am too busy engulfing food, when Ryan questions me with, “So what got you panties in a twist over there?”

I almost choke, due to the number of fries in my mouth, as I turn towards him, glaring to hint him to shut his trap up. Caleb finds my inconvenience very entertaining and joins him, “Yes princess. Why were your ovaries dancing over there?”

He looks at fight with himself when he asks me the next question, “Did you find your mate?”

Now, here’s the thing about Caleb, he and me, we both have been attracted to each other since we were in 8th grade. He always thought, that I was his mate, but we never dated each other because, we always had that small doubt in the back of our mind saying, What if we aren’t? I for sure, didn’t want to steal someone’s mate.

So we waited, till I turned 18. But on my 18th birthday, when both of us were waiting for those tingles to flare in our body from each other’s touch or to smell that amazing scent that our parents told us about, we realized that we weren’t mates.

We were both heartbroken at that revelation, but eventually came around it. Till date, Caleb hasn’t found his mate and so haven’t I. We aren’t romantically involved, but we still care for each other like we used to, which brings us to Caleb jealousy towards me finding my mate.

I look at him with concern, put my hand on his leg that is shaking vigorously and say, “No I haven’t. But I will someday and so will you.” End it with a small smile.

He just holds my hand that was resting on his leg and presses it, to let me know that he is okay with it.

Before we even know, the bell rings signaling the start of new class. I pick up my fries from the tray shoving some in my mouth, while holding the rest in my hand and make my way towards the class.

I hear my friends laughing at me and saying something about me being Not-So Lady like.

Like I’d leave food for anything. Ever.

I attend the remaining class with Ryan and once I’m done with it, now make my way to the Music Class.

I took Music as my Minor, because I love to sing and play guitar. Minor subjects can be taken by any student, irrespective of their class or year. It’s for your own growth with a certification at the end of the course. But people take it depending on their hobbies.

So when I enter the class, I never expected to see him in the first place. He doesn’t look like a guy who loves Music, more like a stuck up asshole who would spend tons and tons of hours working out, punching a bag.

As if you don’t do that. Hypocrite much.

He hasn’t seen me yet, as I make my way to the back room to get my Guitar. I make my way to my seat which is diagonal to him. In our music class, we don’t have seat aligned in a straight row manner. It’s placed in a circular manner with our teacher or rather professor’s chair at one far end of the circle.

As I am removing my guitar from the bag and setting the chords, I feel eyes on me. I look up to see him staring at me in an unremitting manner. I raise my eyebrows slightly and stare back at him, to which he realizes his mistake and looks at his own instrument. A Keyboard.

The s*x God plays a Keyboard?

Our teacher enters and acknowledges us and starts with the class. As it’s still the beginning of the year, she tells us to come up front and play or sing whatever we like, so that everyone else could get a fragment of our minds.

It’s nice for someone who has a favorite song or knows which fragment of mind to share. For me, it’s a torture. I mean, what am I supposed to sing about? My parents’ death? My sisters love? My baby brothers’ worries?

I do the only thing I can think of, I take my phone out of my pocket and text Ryan.

Me: I need your help. IT’S URGENT.

Ry: What happened? Did that b***h come all over you again?

Me: NO. Even if she did, I can handle her. This is much worse.

Ry: Why you stop with the riddles already and tell me what happened?

Me: My Music teacher wants us to sing in class.

Ry: US?

Me: Every one of us, one by one. And this is not the main problem.

Ry: Then go and sing. I don’t see a problem here.

Me: Ry, you aren’t listening. I didn’t say that was the problem. The problem is she wants us to sing to share a fragment of our minds. What am I supposed to sing about, my dead parents?

Ry: okay. I get it. How about you sing Fuckin Perfect?

Me: You want me to curse on the first day of my music class?

Ry: b***h! Most of the songs have curses in them.

Me: You’re not helping.

Ry: Sing Back to December or Scars to your Beautiful.

Me: I shouldn’t have asked you. You’re as useless as pause button on the recorder.

Ry: Hey, rude much princess. Okay. Now listen to me. I know the perfect song for this situation. Sing WOLVES by Selena Gomez-Marshmello.  You have perfected the chords and the song is perfect, because you haven’t found your mate yet.

Me: PERFECT. Have I told you, how much I love you Ry?

Ry: Stop buttering my ass princess. Now go and sweep people of their feet.

Me: Love you bro. See you in an hour.

A smile etched my lips as I googled the lyrics to make sure I don’t mess it up there. After I’m sure that I know the song lyrics, I keep it in my pocket and look at others, when I notice the s*x god staring at me.

Again.

What is it with him and staring at me? I know, I punched his girlfriend, but she started it. She brought it upon herself.

I hear Aurora growl. Whoa what has got her panties in twist? She has been behaving weird since morning. And I think it has something to do with that Malibu Barbie, she hates her just as much as I do. But can you blame her for hating that stuck up b***h.

One by one people start coming up front and singing their songs, our class has 12 people in all. The professor is calling everyone in an alphabetic sequence of their names; hence I end up being 8th in line. I’m too busy listening to other people that I don’t notice it, when she calls my name.

I hear her repeat my name and I make my way to the front. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, but there’s someone whose stare is weighing me down. I look towards my fellow classmates to inform them about my idea, before I start singing and meet eyes with the one and only s*x God.

He has a hard stare at me, which kind of is turning me on. I close my eyes, gulp and take a deep breath to calm myself down before opening my eyes, to see a smirk etched on his lips.

His soft luscious lips. Oh what I would do to them.

That’s when I notice, that jerk, he thinks I’m intimidated by him. Just wait and watch love.

Wait. Did I just call him Love?

I move my eyes towards the crowd and say, “So I’m going to sing Wolves by Selena Gomez. I hope you’ll know that song and would really like it, if you joined me for the instrumental part.”

I smile before I string my guitar and start,

“In your eyes, there's a heavy blue

One to love and one to lose

Sweet divide, a heavy truth

Water or wine, don't make me choose

I wanna feel the way that we did that summer night (night)

Drunk on a feeling, alone with the stars in the sky

I've been running through the jungle

I've been running with the wolves

To get to you, to get to you

I've been down the darkest alleys

Saw the dark side of the moon

To get to you, to get to you

I've looked for love in every stranger

Took too much to ease the anger

All for you, yeah, all for you

I've been running through the jungle

I've been crying with the wolves

To get to you, to get to you (oh to get to you)”

I feel others joining me, helping me with the instrumental part. By the time I’m done with the song and open my eyes, I see everyone staring at me as If I had grown two heads.

I scrunch up my eyebrows without even realizing, when everyone starts applauding, I relax a bit and thank them, turning towards the mighty s*x God, I see something that I never expected.  It’s Appreciation and Pride.

Huh? What is going on in that head of his?

With that thought in my mind, I move back to my seat and wait for his turn. What? I’m just curious. A few people come after me, when I hear the Professor call someone named Mason King. Wait, I know that surname. Rachel has it.

I look up so fast; it’s a surprise that I don’t end up getting dizzy. That’s when I see him, walking to the front with that keyboard in his hand looking all mighty and cute.

What the hell Bella? Did you just call him cute?

These hormones are going to get me in some serious trouble. He doesn’t say anything and begins playing his keyboard.

Arrogant much, are we?

As he plays the music, the first note itself catches my attention and I look at him towards him, to notice that he is already staring at me. He slowly nods his head towards my guitar, to tell me to join him with the instrumental part just as he did during mine. The action is so light, that if I wasn’t looking at him so intently, I would have missed it.

I nod before taking my guitar and joining him, as he slowly begins to sing,

“I've been reading books of old

The legends and the myths

Achilles and his gold

Hercules and his gifts

Spiderman's control

And Batman with his fists

And clearly I don't see myself upon that list

But she said, where'd you wanna go?

How much you wanna risk?

I'm not looking for somebody

With some superhuman gifts

Some superhero

Some fairytale bliss

Just something I can turn to

Somebody I can kiss

I want something just like this

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

Oh, I want something just like this

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

Oh, I want something just like this

I want something just like this”

Till the time he is done with his song, I don’t know why but I am spellbound to his voice. He is amazing. Amazing, being the least appreciative word to describe it. He looks at me one last time and smiles with a nod towards me and settles back in his seat.

What is he doing to me?

When all of us are done, the professor comes in front to address before the end of today’s class.

“That was a great start to this academic year, wasn’t it?”

Everyone just nods to agree to it, as she continues “So now for the first assignment or project, whatever rocks your boat. You all are going to prepare a song in a language other than English and present it in front of the class.”

A few groans were heard, I mean can you blame them for hating it. How is someone supposed to sing in a language other than English?

She continues, “It’s due on this Friday. Any language will do; Spanish, French, Urdu, doesn’t matter which unless and until it is music to the ears.”

“This will help you understand that you don’t need to know the words to understand music. All you have to do is feel it. So come prepared. It holds a part of your grading. Now you’re free to leave. See you all tomorrow” as she claps her hands excitedly to gesture us to get moving and off to home.

That wasn’t so bad, is all I think as I make my way towards the back room to keep my guitar and then move towards the lockers, to get my books. When I reach there, I see someone leaning against a locker next to mine. I don’t even have to look at his face to know who it is.

He hasn’t noticed me yet, so I creep towards him as slowly as possible and jump on him shouting, “Hey Bro.”

He loses his balance but manages to not fall face first on the floor, while holding on to me for his dear life. I loosen my grip as he turns towards me, “Jesus Bella, you’re going to give me a heart attack some day.”

I stick my tongue out to him to which he just smile and says, “Real mature princess. By the way, how was the class? Please tell me you nailed it?”

I try to avoid him and behave all high and mighty to him and say, “Bow down peasant, for I am your warrior princess”

He just engulfs me in a tight hug and shouts, “I knew it. You did nail it, didn’t you? Look at my princess all grown up”

I act breathless and whisper, “You’re choking me Ry” when I hear a loud growl from somewhere behind me. Ryan hears it too, I guess, because he loosens his grip and looks behind me, at the same time as I turn to look behind me.

Why am I not surprised to see him?

There he is standing in his glory looking pissed as hell. I wonder what his problem is. It’s like 3rd time since morning, when I heard him growl. Without even realizing, I get out of Ryan’s grip and stare at him, only to see just as much confusion in his eyes as he could see in mine.

It takes everything in me, to muster up the courage to ask him, “What?”

Why do I feel I shouldn’t have asked him this? Why does it feel so wrong, but right at the same time? Why am I so attracted to him?

Oh Boy. I’m in so much trouble.