Theirs

Chapter 4: Stuck In Hell

Skylar's P.O.V

The bell rings loudly, the screeching noise making me cringe internally, and I quickly pack up my stuff. Will is waiting for me, leaning against the lockers directly outside my classroom. I always tease him for acting like my stalker but right now, I couldn't be happier to see him.

I run into his arms and bury my head into his chest. Will's always been almost a foot taller than me which is annoying but it works in his favour since he gives amazing hugs.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I pull back slightly, and lean against him as we walk down the busy hallways.

"Let's see. I got into my first fight this morning, causing me to get my first ever detention and it just so happens to be with Jack, Alex and Bethany. I'm going to be stuck with them for like an hour, and plus, I'm kinda scared about going to detention." Will gives me a look that says, are you serious.

"I've never been before and I don't know what to do or where to sit." He rolls his eyes and casually slings his arm around my shoulders.

"Uh such a goody two shoes, just read a book or something."

"Wow, so much help." I mutter sarcastically, as I yank my locker open and retrieve my text books so I can study tonight. I've got a couple of tests coming up so of course, I have to study like mad. Will calls me a nerd but I call myself prepared. It's always funny to see him scramble through my notes before a big test like a fool.

"I'll see you tomorrow, oh and I never told you how proud I was of you for getting into that fight. My little baby is all grown up." I playfully punch him as he laughs and messes up my hair.

"Get lost." He chuckles and walks away, giving me a quick wave as I watch him disappear. Okay, let's find out where detention is.

As luck would have it, Mr Baxter walks right past me, juggling about fifty books in his hands. "Mr Baxter!" I call out, rushing to his side. He sighs but turns around anyway, a scowl marked on his face.

"Um, you wouldn't happen to know where detention is would you?" He stood a little straighter and gave me a weird smile.

"Of course, but it comes with a price of course." The smile was still etched onto his face and I couldn't help but think the worst. There's no way he meant something s****l right? Because that would be sick, the man is like fifty.

"Carry these books up to my classroom and I'll tell you." I let out a small sigh of relief, causing him to scrunch up his eyebrows in confusion. I nodded and grabbed the large pile of books off him, and carefully followed him back to his room.

I thought he meant carry half each but apparently he's a lazy bastard just like in class, when he plays the same movie over and over again just so he can get a quick nap in. I set the pile down and then turn to him.

"Classroom 5A." s**t, that was practically on the other side of school. I pull my bag further up my shoulder and start to walk out, when he calls my name.

"You should hurry, Mr Jones hates it when students are late to detention. Wouldn't want detention again tomorrow night?" I glared at him, before dashing down the hallways like a mad man. I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late.

"Ahh, Miss Reign. Nice of you to join us." I note the heavy sarcasm in his voice and give him a shy nod. I make my way to the only available seat, near the back of the room, and of course it's right next to Alex.

I ignore the longing looks and glares I get from the some of the most scariest people in school as I pull out my current novel, The Great Gatsby.

My eyes couldn't help by flicker over to Alex, who looks too busy to even notice me looking, as he sketches away in his notebook. I lift myself up a little to try and get a better look but his head snaps towards me and I quickly avert my eyes. My cheeks flame up and I didn't miss the tiny chuckle he let out.

I glance back and then immediately spin back around, wishing I didn't. Jack was sitting about one row back and he wasn't alone.

Bethany was sat directly on his lap, practically dry humping him right there and sucking his face off. My eyes flickered over to Mr Jones, who didn't look bothered by it in the slightest. It bothered me though, not the way Bethany's hands were groping his body, but the way he enjoyed it.

The way he peppered her neck with small kisses and whispered dirty things into her ear. The way he smiled when he was with her and way he made her laugh. I wanted that.

Even if I didn't want him, I want my mate to be like that with me. God I hate jealousy and so does my wolf apparently, by the constant switch between growling at how Bethany is kissing what's ours and whining because Jack doesn't seem to care about us.

I return back to my book and try desperately to forget about my surroundings, but every now and again, my eyes glance back to look at Jack or I stare at Alex from the corner of my eye.

"You know the drill." Mr Jones suddenly announces as he grabs his Diet Coke can off his desk and a copy of sports illustrated. He swiftly leaves the room and suddenly everything turns into chaos.

The place quickly becomes alive and someone even plugs a speaker in and blasts out music, turning the classroom into some kind of club. Alex just rolls his eyes and carries on with his drawings, whilst Bethany climbs off Jack's lap and whistles loudly.

"Okay guys, who brought drinks?" Several people pulled out a bunch of bottles stuffed inside their bags, causing Bethany to grin. Her eyes met mine and a mischievous grin curled up on her face. This was going to be bad.

"Let's play a game. Never have I ever, and if you have, you take a shot." She seems to be speaking to the whole room but her eyes were firmly fixed on me the whole time. Almost everyone in the room rushed over and they all formed a mini circle. I rolled my eyes and continued to read, thankful that Alex was still at his desk too.

"Alex, come on. You don't want to make me upset, do you sweetie?" Bethany pouted, leaning over and giving him a good view of her chest.

"Alex man, just play." Jack said from the floor, his eyes flickering over to meet mine. I quickly turned away but Bethany was in-front of me now.

"Come on nerd. What secrets do you have to spill?" I've got the biggest secret of all but I'll be damned if it gets out because of some stupid drinking game.

"I'll play if you will. Come on, it's just a game right?" Alex's beautiful face matched his angelic voice, had me nodding without even realising I was doing it.

"Yay, perfect. Let's play." She grabbed ahold of Alex's hand and dragged him along to the circle. She took her place next to Jack, who was sitting directly opposite me. Alex crouched down and took a seat besides me, his bare arm brushing against mine as he did, and I swear I heard him gasp from the contact.

The bottles were all placed in the middle and there were enough for one each. Apparently we just reach out and grab a random bottle, have a drink and then place it back in the middle. Forget all about germs and bacteria, but I for one am not a fan of placing my mouth where several others have been.

"Okay, never have I ever had a drink?" That was easy enough, me and Will have gotten drunk on more than one occasion.

"Never have I ever had gone skinny dipping." A girl I recognised from my History class said said. Both Bethany and Jack looked at each other, as if reminiscing the memory, and then reached forward to grab a drink. That stung, but at least Alex didn't move.

"Never have I ever been kissed." I grabbed a bottle of vodka and took a big swing of it, cringing slightly as the harsh liquid travelled down my throat. Everyone reaches forward to grab a drink but I don't miss the looks of surprise I got from some of my fellow pupils.

"Wow so the freak has been kissed? Didn't expect that." Alex growled slightly and Jack didn't look very pleased, knowing that another boy has kissed me but he really has no room to speak.

"Yep, I'm just full of surprises." I mumbled, setting the bottle back in the middle. The game went on for a couple more rounds and they were mostly dumb stuff that I've never done like get arrested or jump off a roof into a pool, so I just sat there bored and quite sober.

"Never have I ever been felt up." Felt up? What does that mean exactly, like touched by a boy?

"You look confused freak. Want me to explain?" My head shot up to meet Bethany's devious eyes. She arched an eyebrow, causing me to gulp nervously.

"Felt up, means someone's touched you in a place you consider private. For example has a guy ever undone your bra, have his fingers ever brushed against your bare back, causing every single hair on your body to stand up." Everyone was silent.

"Have you ever gasped at the feeling of someone else's fingers grazing your skin as they slowly pull your panties off. Or the rush you get when someone's fingers slowly rub circles around your clit. Have you ever orgasmed, have you ever screamed out someone's name as they made you c*m over and over and over again until you're practically begging for them to stop. Have you ever been touched, freak?" I was a statue surrounded by horny teenagers all staring at Bethany in awe.

Alex was sending daggers to her, whilst Jack smirked in amusement. Well, I'll give him something to wipe that smirk off his face.

"I have actually." Everyone's head shot to me and I relished in pride at the look on Bethany's face.

"I've been felt up. Multiple times in fact and sometimes I came over and over again. It was good, wasn't great. Maybe the next guy will be better." I said casually, shrugging my shoulders as I brushed off some imaginary lint of my pants.

"You..'re lying." Bethany stammered and I smiled.

"Believe what you want, but every now and again, I can still feel his fingers inside me. Working their way up my walls, brushing against that spot that makes you wanna scream until your voice is hoarse." Alex is furious.

I can feel the anger practically omitting off him and low growls keep leaving his mouth. I notice his fist clenching and unclenching from the corner of my eyes and don't miss the way his wolf tries to take control by the way his eyes keep flicker from brown to black.

The bell rings and just like that, I grab my bag and dash out, without a second glance back. I could hear thunderous footsteps right behind me and I started to speed up, my legs carrying me as fast as they could, but I was no match for future Alpha.

His arm shot out and grabbed my wrist, yanking me back so I was barely inches away from his face. I was taken aback by our close proximity at first and my breath hitched in the back of my throat by the way his eyes were staring down into mine. His perfect lips were so close to mine and just one tiny jump up, and all my dreams would come true.

"Who was it?" Time to play dumb.

"Who was what?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Don't play me around, who was it?" His tight grip on my arm was getting tighter by the second.

"It's none of your business." I seethed, pulling my wrist away from him and stepping back. Looking momentarily shocked, he just stood there staring at me but quickly snapped out of it.

"It is my business, I'm your mate."

"Yes my mate, not my boyfriend so back off!" I shouted in his face, before storming off. I think I even surprised myself at how I just handled that situation. I've never been one to scream or act strong, I've always been so submissive, so weak. I'm changing already, and I kind of like it.

I made it home in record timing, my body still fuelled with anger directed at Alex. Who the hell did he think he is?

Demanding private information like that, when he hasn't even tried to reach out to me or be my mate. He could have talked to me in private about the whole situation, or he could have asked me out on a date. I would have gladly accepted but instead he just ignores me like we both didn't find something totally life changing out last night.

I jogged up the small set of stairs and opened up the door to my bedroom. Walking straight towards my bathroom I tore off my shirt, chucking it into my hamper and then turned on the tap to throw some cold water on my face. I placed my hands on either side of the sink and then looked up at the mirror.

"Ahhh!" I scream, scrambling to cover my half naked self. I quickly grabbed my towel hanging on the rack beside me and run into my bedroom in shock.

"What the f**k are you doing here?" I ask in total disbelief. Jack shrugs his shoulders casually, and continues flipping through a black book, I quickly recognise as my diary. My eyes widen in horror and I rush forward to snatch it off him.

"Give me that." I grab it and place it on my dresser, safe and out of his reach.

"What are you doing here?" I repeat, hoping for an answer this time. He sighs and sits up. Even sitting down he almost reaches my full height.

"We need to talk and I doubt you would want to talk in public, like how my brother ambushed you in the hallway."

"How did you get in here? And how did you beat me home?"

"One I'm the future Alpha, I can break into a little cottage, two I'm fast. Really fast."

"What exactly do we need to talk about?" I said, gritting my teeth in frustration at his cocky attitude.

"We're mates."

"So?" He narrowed his eyes at me and scoffed.

"We're mates, that's a big deal." The nerve on this guy.

"You didn't seem to care much about it last night." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. I've known him long enough to know that he does that when he's nervous.

"I know, it was just a lot to process. I didn't expect that to happen." I rolled my eyes at his pathetic response.

"Oh and I did. You've also got a girlfriend, who's the biggest b***h in the whole school and not to mention hates my guts." He stands up and takes a step towards me, not so close that we're inches away from each other but still close enough.

"I can't leave just her. We've been dating since we were thirteen years old and people would talk if I just up and dumped her for no reason." That's the final straw.

"No reason? I'm your mate, isn't that reason enough. You say you don't want me, you say you want to talk, you say you won't break up with your girlfriend. You talk a lot of s**t basically and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you and your brother and your girlfriend all thinking that you can.." It all happened in slow motion.

He took one step forward, grabbed my face with one hand and gripped my waist in the other, before smashing his lips into mine. I should have pushed him away, I should have punched him, I should have kneed him his d**k but I didn't.

Instead, I grabbed onto the lapels of his shirt and clung onto him like he was my lifeline. His hands slipped further down and gripped my ass and pulling me closer into him. One of my hands wove itself into his hair and I tugged on it hard, earning a slight growl and a harsh squeeze on my ass. I would be lying if I said I wasn't completely turned on right now.

Suddenly, he ripped away. Our breathing was still heavy and the only thing filling the silence in the room. He stared down at me with pitch black eyes, and I noticed the shock in them at his own actions. I was surprised by my own too but I didn't regret it. I would never regret that kiss.

He leaned forward and placed a soft lingering kiss onto my lips, completely the opposite to the hot make-out session we just had, before pulling away and jumping out of my open window.

I stood there, still reeling from shock, and my finger brushed over my swollen lips. What the f**k just happened?