Chapter 3 Tantrum
1317 Words
Kyle POV
My alarm goes off, but I am already awake. Once again, I have woken up with a raging hard-on. I keep dreaming of Eryn and her pinned under my body on the gym floor, not to mention the little moan that escaped her lips when my fingers were around her throat.
I have always thought Eryn was adorable, but lately, my feelings have matured into something different. She is only a year behind Zach and me, and I have always protected her like she is my little sister. But when I saw her in the hallway the other day, something snapped within me.
Her cheeks were flushed, and it quickly spread down to her chest. I didn't realize she had grown up so much, but now I am not sure how I missed it. I turn eighteen in just a few weeks, and I find myself hoping that she is my mate. However, I am not sure how Zach would take the news.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Someone bangs on my door.
I groan loudly. "What!?" I scream.
"Watch your tone with me, Young Man," my dad's voice comes through the door.
"Sorry, Dad," I yell back.
"You are running late," he reminds me. "You have training this morning."
"Oh s**t," I grumble. I should have been up hours ago.
Hopping out of bed, I rush to the bathroom to get ready. I sniff my armpits and scowl. I smell awful, and there is no time for a shower. Shrugging my shoulders, I apply extra deodorant while brushing my teeth.
I take the stairs of the pack house three at a time and rush out the front door. My mom is calling after me, but I don't turn around.
"I will be back after school," I yell over my shoulder.
As I pull into the training grounds, I check my reflection in the rearview mirror. My hair is a mess, but I doubt Eryn will care. There is a bubble of nerves building in my chest. I cannot wait to see her.
Bursting into the gym, I fling the door backward, and it hits the wall with a thud. All eyes are on me. Everyone has paused training to see what the commotion is. My eyes search over the faces of the training class as I look for Eryn, but I don't see her.
"You are late," Beta David growls.
Clenching my jaw, I try not to lose my temper. He is still my superior until I take over the pack in a few months after I turn eighteen. "Sorry, Beta," I grind out. "I overslept."
He looks me up and down and gives me an odd look. "Training is over," he yells to the class. "Hit the showers."
I see Eryn's chocolate brown hair pulled up into a high pony. She is trying not to be obvious as she glances over her shoulder at me. When our eyes meet, she quickly turns and runs into the girls locker room.
Beta David steps in front of me and blocks his daughter from my view. "Laps," he commands.
"I have to get to class," I try to make excuses.
A scowl crosses his face. He knows he can't make me miss classes. "Fine," he grumbles. "Extra laps after school, along with your regular training."
"Yes, Beta," I respond cooly.
He stalks off toward the door, and I post myself outside the girls locker room.
Girl after girl files out of the locker room, but none of them are Eryn. I see her bubbly best friend leaving but Eryn is not at her side.
"Hey," I call out to her, but I can't remember her name. "Eryn's friend."
Her friend turns around bewildered and points to her chest. "Me?"
"Yeah. Do you know where Eryn is?" I ask.
"She already left," the girl tells me, but she won't meet my gaze. She is lying.
Quickly, she runs for the exit. I am watching her blonde curls bounce wildly as she heads for the door when fingers run across my shoulders. I instantly know the touch doesn't belong to Eryn.
I grab the hand that is touching me and drag the person in front of me. It is Jesse. I roll my eyes and groan loudly at the smirk on her face.
"Were you waiting for me?" She responds coyly. She bats her fake eyelashes in my direction and tries to look innocent.
I drop her hand. "No, I am not waiting on you," I inform her.
"You don't have to play dumb," she laughs. "You know we are fated to be together."
Vomit rises in my throat. "What makes you say that?"
She walks her fingers up my chest before wrapping her arms around my neck. "I am the daughter of the Alpha of the Starlight Pack, and you are the son of the Alpha of the Twilight Pack. It only makes sense that we would be mates." Her face inches closer to mine until I can feel her breath on mine.
Suddenly, the locker room door slams shut. I see Eryn looking at Jesse and me. Her mouth drops open, and she storms away.
"f**k," I mutter, untangling Jesse's arms from around my neck.
Eryn's feet are moving quickly toward the door. I can tell she is trying not to run.
"Eryn," I call out to her. "Wait."
She pauses just outside the door. Jesse pushes past us, making sure to bump Eryn roughly with her shoulder. Eryn bites down on her bottom lip to keep from retaliating.
"That's not what it looked like," I spit out quickly.
Eryn's eyes dart to mine. "Why would I care who you sleep with?"
I am shocked by her response. "I am not sleeping with Jesse," I try to defend myself.
Eryn throws her shoulders back and glares in my direction. "Well, you probably should. She is practically begging you for it."
Throwing her gym bag over her shoulder, she turns away from me and glances around the parking lot. I hear her mumble cuss words under her breath.
"Do you need a ride?" I ask her hopefully.
"I can walk," she says as she begins the trek toward the school.
"You will be late," I say as I run to catch up with her. "Just let me drive you."
"No," she grunts. "Go away."
I am left stunned. The Eryn I knew would never turn down a ride from me. We have always been close. The dynamic has changed between us, and I don't know how to fix it.
"Why are you running from me?" I demand to know. "You can't avoid me forever."
Eryn spins on her heels and glares in my direction. She takes several steps forward. We are standing so close that I can feel the heat radiating off her body. Her sweet scent of vanilla fills my nose, and it is driving me crazy. She runs her tongue over her bottom lip, and I can only think about kissing her. But it appears Eryn has different plans.
She points her finger into my chest and digs it in uncomfortably. "I am not running from you," she hisses at me. "Maybe I am just always tired of having a babysitter."
"Babysitter?" I am confused.
"You and my brother are always looming over me," she screams. "I'm tired of being one of the guys."
I grab her hand and tug her close to me. "No one ever called you one of the guys."
Her dark brown eyes are swirling with anger. She tries to twist her hand away from mine, but I don't let go. Finally, I have had enough of her tantrum. Tossing her over my shoulder, I walk to my car.
"Put me down," she bangs on my back with her fists.
"Shut up, Nerd," I roll my eyes. "I am taking you to school."
- Writer
