I am the Unwanted Mate

Quinnie

God must hate me.

Yup, that's the only logical explanation for the kind of torture I'm being put through right now.

Shortly after Jaxson's surprise visit, the teacher entered the class and seated himself in front of us.

He gave us all a blank stare for a good 5 minutes, and just when we thought he would lecture us on good behavior, he started going through some essays, completely ignoring our presence.

Awkward.

The Blondie left the class shortly after, claiming she didn't have after-school detention and was only here to keep The Blockhead company.

I snorted.

"Give some company?" More like "give something else."

The value of that "something else" depends on how dirty-minded you are.

"Jaxson?" The teacher suddenly called out, and I stifled a gasp.

Oh, he speaks!

Turns out he's Jaxson's German teacher and he needed his help.

"Can you assist me in carrying these to the staff room?" he asked, rising from his chair. He gathered a bundle of papers and gestured for Jaxson to carry his briefcase.

Jaxson, being the goody-two-shoes he is, agreed and followed the teacher.

He threw me a "I'll be back soon" look, and I smiled, nodding.

Only after they both exited the class did I realize the situation.

The Blockhead and I were now alone in this room.

Oh, macaroons.

•°•°•

5 minutes, 43 seconds, and a few milliseconds later...

"OKAY, SERIOUSLY?" He burst out suddenly, and I nearly jumped a foot in the air.

Talk about being random.

...and loud...

"Are you that desperate, Ackerman? Going out with a guy who looks like he's in freakin' freshman year just to make me jealous?"

My jaw clenched as I comprehended what he said, and I snapped.

How dare he talk about my Jax like that?

"EXCUSE ME?" I said, turning around.

When I turned around, I realized how close he was standing to me. My nose almost touched his chest, and I gasped, instinctively taking a few steps back.

I backed away, and he smirked, probably enjoying the fact that his presence affected me.

Jerk.

A hot, hot jerk.

But still a jerk.

"What's the matter, princessa?" he said, huskily. "Does my closeness affect you?" He moved closer to me, teasingly.

I shook my head and responded almost immediately, "No!"

His smirk deepened.

He continued moving closer, and I kept backing up.

One step forward, one step back. One step forward, one step back. One step forward, one step ba-

I gasped when my back touched the wall opposite the main door and looked at him with wide eyes.

His eyes danced with smugness and amusement as he registered my expression.

He moved as close as he could, and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine.

My wolf inside me started stirring with excitement, and I couldn't help the tingles that erupted under my skin.

He picked up a strand of my brunette hair and twirled it between his fingers.

"I'm liking this position," he whispered, his warm breath washing over my face, sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

I do too, I thought to myself, guiltily.

I closed my eyes, trying to savor the moment, but he had other ideas. He lifted my chin with his thumb, making me look directly into his eyes.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared directly into his beautiful grey eyes. I had never seen them from this close before.

His eyes were silvery grey near the pupil and became darker towards the rim. From afar, you'd think they were just grey. But if you looked closely enough, you could see that the area near the rim was a deep blue, with flecks of icy blue within the grey regions.

My lips parted as I took in just how stunning my mate was.

I hate how painfully beautiful he is.

Because it only makes it harder to hate him.

"I don't like seeing you with that kid," he said, and something inside me snapped.

I had forgotten about his words.

But now I remember.

Thanks for ruining the moment, Blockhead.

I placed my hand on his chest and tried to push him away. When he didn't even budge under my force, I growled.

"MOVE!" I said, threateningly.

He didn't move an inch.

I gritted my teeth and pushed him harder, ignoring the sparks that tingled through my arm as it made contact with his chest.

"MOVE, GODDAMMIT!" I growled and gave him a final push.