[CHARLIE'S POV]
I watch as a wicked grin crosses Mikes face.
Anyone else confused as all hell? Because I certainly am.
But? Who? How? Wh- Am- H- A- WHAT?
"Fucking hell?!" I shriek breaking out of my shock.
"So you're confused.. Well I guess that's understandable."
"You think?" I spit sarcastically.
"Ill let you off with a warning this time, but next time you will be punished for talking to me that way." Mike says through clenched teeth.
He takes my silence as a cue to continue.
"Lets start from the beginning. shall we? Well, we were in ninth grade, and I asked you out, you said no. Tenth grade, I flirted. Same result. I've always liked you. No, loved you. Yet you can't realize that you feel the same way towards me. So, a little while after you left me, I was heartbroken. But then, I found my mate. My spirits were lifted. She sees me, I run to her, she slaps me, kisses another guy, and rejects me. Just like you did. Then I remember you. Cole had rejected you as well. We'd be the perfect match. So, I had my mother transferred to Paris." He smiles menacingly at me.
"Her boss was so easy to bribe. We moved in about twenty minutes away from your school. I researched you. Your principal is good friends with my mother, and he keeps all his files at his house. And well, you know the rest. Any questions?"
"One."
"Ask away, my dear." ok ick with the name.
"If you were in Paris at the same time I was, how were you here when I was at the party?" It made no sense.
"Ah, good question. Well I would visit here and there. But I'd have some.... friends, deliver my notes. I was visiting the day before you left. I flew back that day, they all thought I was out visiting a friend." His eyes darken as he says the next part. "When I realized that you hid from me, I decided that I was going to return, I took the next flight out of Paris. And again you know the rest."
I remember that day he was talking about before. When he asked me out. But come on! He was a player, my brothers best friend, and i thought it was all a joke. Wouldn't you?
And the flirting? He was a flirt. He flirted with every girl with boobs and an ass.
I wonder who his mate was though. She's partially the reason I'm here. Ok that's a little drastic, but I need someone else to blame. I mean Mike made it pretty clear that he dropped a ton of hints.
"Who's your mate?"
"Tanya Harris." He says, his voice filled with sadness.
Tanya? Not to be rude, but she was sorta a geek. And I mean that in the best way. She was smart enough to be taking classes a year ahead of us. She was a gorgeous girl. She had pretty long black hair and bright green eyes. She was kinda short. She was really shy though. And after me, she was the schools number one torment.
Connor was absolutely horrible to her. He would pick on her and push her around and stuff. It was terrible.
"She rejected you?" Not that I blame her, he is a psychopath, but I'm pretty sure he would have to have done something.
"Yes." he clenched his jaw.
"What did you do?" I ask with more confidence then I thought I had.
"Her birthday is a couple weeks after yours. I didn't know she was mine at the time. I was making out with some hot chick when she arrived at school. I wasn't paying attention. But she was. She cried out, and that's what got my attention. I ran to her to make sure she was ok. She slapped me straight across the face, grabbed the dude closest to her and kissed him. She rejected me. She moved. She told me that I didn't deserve a mate."
"You don't." I tell him, feeling proud of myself for actually speaking my mind, then regretting it when his head snaps toward me.
"I believe I told you that I will not tolerate you disobeying me. And here's the fun part. The punishment."
I audibly gulp.
He slowly circles me. Stopping behind me, and quickly untying my hands, as to not get burned.
He then grips my arm tightly and pushes me up against the wall. I begin to thrash around as he presses himself against me. That is until his, um, wants to say hello.
"You deserve this." He whispers.
A/N
Long time, no see.
Did you miss me?
Well I missed you.
Kisses