What's That Supposed To Mean? - 8

Chapter 8

When I locked the front door and walked further out to the front yard, they were just coming out. First my dad then Uncle John and then Noah. He looked the same as he had earlier, face made of stone and bored looking. What was up with him? When he saw me, I thought he was going to look away like he had before today, but instead a side smirk formed on his lips. I squinted suspiciously at him but only for a split second.

“Sammy, we’re driving,” my dad said, nodding to the black shiny car by the entrance to our fields. I nodded and followed them.

“There she is!” Uncle John said as he came after us with Noah, grinning and giving me a hug. “You’ve been here for two weeks and I still haven’t seen you more than two times, now three. What happened?”

“I don’t know, Uncle J,” I said, chuckling. “I’ll have to come over more often from now on, just for you.”

“Just for me?” he said, putting a hand to his chest.

“Just for you,” I repeated, laughing. He beamed and then walked faster to catch up with my dad, leaving me with Noah by my side. I put my hands in my sweatshirt pockets, not bothering to say anything. It wasn’t as I wa nervous or happy or excited that he was here because he meant nothing. But, I was annoyed. Even in silence he was… rude. I didn’t want to be with him, not when he was like this. We were going to be Alpha’s together; we had to start somewhere. But I wasn’t going to take all the steps until he at least took one.

So we walked in silence. Until he decided to break it.

“Your cousin still mad?” he asked, smirking. I glanced at him, shrugging.

“Not really.”

“Are you?” he asked after a few seconds. Our fathers got in the car, waiting for us. I walked faster.

“Why do you care if I am?” I asked, getting in. He didn’t say anything else; either because we were now in a car with our fathers or because he actually didn’t have anything to say. Or both.

We drove in awkward silence, Noah and I, but our fathers talked. They laughed, very loud at that too, talking about memories when they were young like us, doing stuff that got them into trouble. It was funny at first, but after a while, my head got back into its own world, once again thinking too much and I tuned out everything else. It was when the car slowed to a stop that I got back to reality and followed them out of the car.

I ignored Noah and walked right behind my dad and Uncle John towards this little cottage like place they always held meetings. There was another cottage like one next to this one but it was a bit bigger. I remembered when we used to all gather here and have fun. The small cottage, for meetings, had big windows for walls instead of the usual and in the dark, the lights from inside made this otherwise empty place look really cozy and nice. The bigger cottage was covered, but had the same feeling.

Out of nowhere, Noah appeared right next to me. He was too close. And for some reason I felt freaking out because of, I liked it. I actually liked that he was so close to me. I wanted to give myself a huge slap in the face at that exact moment but I’d look stupid. Coming to my senses, I wasn’t going to let him see that I was affected and only looked at him.

“What do you want?” I asked as we entered the cottage. There were several men in the room, all standing and talking. When they saw my father and Uncle John, everyone said hello and took their seats.

“I don’t know,” Noah said, smirking. He looked me up and down and then straight in my eyes and said in a husky voice, “What do I want?”

“Let’s begin this meeting then, shall we?” my father said, sitting down at one end of the long table. Uncle John sat down next to him, as always. The two seats for the two Alphas in the front. “In thirty minutes, George and his pack will arrive to hear our decision so we’ll start discussing now. But first, I’d like to introduce the two future Alpha’s.”

My dad stood up, motioning for us to come. We walked awkwardly side by side. Or maybe I was the only one feeling awkward; Noah looked proud and leader-ish. His face was serious and pretty blank but something about his expression fascinated me. There was something there.

“I’d like to introduce my life long best friends and your other Alpha’s son, Noah Black and my daughter, Samantha Riley. They will, in a few months, become the new Alpha’s of this pack when we make our two packs into one. They will of course get help from the start and John and I will attend the first few meetings, since they have not much knowledge of how to be an Alpha. But I can ensure you all that they will lead the Blue-Moon Pack perfect and to great things.” My father asked Uncle John if he wanted to add something and then turned to us. “You can take your seats at the other end of the table.”

I nodded and followed Noah. I waited for him to sit and then went to my chair and sat down in silence.

So all through the meeting, Noah kept shooting me glances. When I caught him, he smirked but when I kept look straight forward at the Alpha’s, he wasn’t smirking even though I could see him. Only he didn’t know I could and he kept staring so intensely at me. The only times he didn’t glance or stare was whenever we were asked something, like, “What do you think about Warren’s pack joining us?” or “Do you have something you want to say to this? Any thoughts?”

After those questions, everything was left to my dad and Uncle J, thankfully. I didn’t want to talk right now; I was too freaked out about Noah. These days, I knew something was wrong. Or not wrong, but weird. And today clarified that even more. I couldn’t put my finger on it. Maybe I was starting to actually like the guy and not hate him? I mean, how much can you actually hate a person? Maybe he was decent.

But no, he couldn’t be because he was Noah for God’s sake. Why he couldn’t, I don’t know, I just couldn’t see him as a nice respectful person. I’m evil, sure, but I just couldn’t. Now right now, anyways.

“Samantha, Noah, you two can go get some air instead or hang out in the other house. We’re just discussing some old things that you’re probably not interested in,” Uncle John said. I immediately got up, thanking them for the meeting and went out, Noah right behind me. When we were outside and the door was shut, I listened in, making sure they had started talking and then turned to Noah with a glare.

“What the hell is your problem?” I hissed.

“I don’t have a problem,” he answered casually, his eyes roaming somewhere above me. Ugh, look at me when I’m talking to you, you asshole.

“Why did you keep staring at me, huh? Because there must be something bothering you as much as you looked,” I said.

“Your face,” he said, now looking down at me with those mischievous and smirking dark eyes. I usually didn’t care about these comments or let myself get affected by them because those persons who said it were not special and Noah sure as hell wasn’t either. But this time, I was affected and offended.

“Excuse me?” I asked. I wanted to start a fight; I wanted to yell at him. What the hell was wrong with me? “My face was bothering you? Well, I’m sorry, let me go get a plastic surgery just to satisfy you!” I spat and walked away a few steps, looking at the dark sky and the moons reflection in the lake.

“What is your deal anyways?” Noah asked his voice louder. “Why are you so freaking against me? What have I ever done to you?”

This time I laughed, right in his face. Because that question could not have been heard right in my ears.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” I almost yelled. “You made my life miserable all those years until I left! How can I not hate you? How can I not have something against you? I actually came back, thinking that I was going to be nice to you and that I had absolutely no hatred towards you anymore, but look at you! How can you even ask that? Ugh!”

“It’s not my fault you think so much about me and pay so much attention to me. If you leave me alone then maybe you won’t be so miserable again. I don’t care about you in any way, why should you care about me?!”

“I don’t!” I yelled.

“Then what?!” he yelled back.

Silence.

His words echoed in the air and we both became quiet. He was right. Then what was my problem? Why did I, in the first place, want to fight with him? Maybe all those years of never confronting him came to this. That I wanted to confront him now for what he did before. But still, I didn’t have the right to yell at him for that. It was so long ago. We were older now, more mature and practically strangers in a way.

But that, just that, the way he was yelling at me! He had done much worse things all our years together and now he was yelling at me, too? I could yell at him, vice versa! Sure, I thought I didn’t have the right to yell or argue at him but all these mixed feelings and emotions came over me and I didn’t know what to think anymore.

I turned around again, shooting daggers at him.

“You know what?” I yelled. “You are an asshole who doesn’t have a brain to think with! No, you think with your freaking dick! Why don’t you for once be-“

He. Kissed. Me.

What. The Fuck.

He crushed his lips against mine, just as I was yelling at him, shutting me up. His hands had grabbed my waist and I just stood there, the only thing moving on me,  my lips against his. And there was this feeling. A feeling that started right from my heart and exploded to every direction in my body. It was an unbelievable feeling but at the same time it scared the crap out of me and that’s how I came to my senses and pushed Noah off.

His eyes were wide and he looked at his arms and chest and legs, as if checking that they were still there. He had felt it, too, then. He had; I could see it. And I had to get out of here.

But he did it before I managed to. With one last look at me and a hang through his black hair, he marched away, disappearing into the darkness of the woods around us. And just left me there all alone to wonder what just happened.

I was home half an hour later, on my bed, thinking as usual.

My dad and Uncle John had wondered where Noah had gone when the meeting had ended. I said that he hadn’t been feeling well and left earlier. I couldn’t say that we had just kissed and that something happened so he took off before one of us freaked out.

I wasn’t even sure I was going to tell Arianna, even though I should. I told her everything and I wanted to tell her; I just didn’t know how. I kept wondering, what will happen between me and Noah now? This was exactly what everyone should avoid, these kinds of awkward moments.

“Ugh, why did this happen?” I groaned into my pillow. A knock on my door interrupted me and I looked up, surprised. It was late at night; who’d come and visit this time? Even though no one minded these kinds of visits, it could be weird sometimes. It made you think that something had happened.

“Come in,” I said. The door opened and in walked… Mason. He smiled at me and immediately I knew nothing had happened. But why was he here? He never used to visit this late. “Hey, Mase. You back?”

“Hey. Yeah, I came a few hours ago, when you guys were at the meeting.” He sat down on the foot of my bed.

“What’s up?” I asked. “Did something happen?”

“No, not really,” he answered. “Or… I don’t know. Noah hasn’t been home since the meeting. You were the last one with him so I thought I’d check with you if you knew. I know you told my father that he wasn’t feeling well but we all hide and cover for each other. Do you know where he went?”

I sighed deeply. Should I tell Mason about the kiss? Probably not. It wasn’t good to tell anyone for that matter. I wasn’t going to, either. No. I would keep it to myself. And Arianna. Maybe.

“Honestly, Mason,” I said. “I don’t know where he went. I would’ve told you but he just disappeared into the woods.”

“Woods? Why? Did anything happen?” he asked, concerned.

“I-… Yes. Maybe. I’m not sure. But I don’t know where he went. He just did. He’ll be back, though, trust me. He will, it wasn’t anything to run away for.”

“Are you sure? What happened, Sam?”

“Mason,” I said, sternly. “You ask your brother, not me. I’m not going to say anything.”

“Fine. Goodnight, then and thanks.” Mason got up and smiled.

“Goodnight. Call when he’s back!” I said before he walked out.

“Will do!”

I fell on my back, my head softly hitting the pillow. I knew Noah was coming home. This wasn’t anything big. It was just shocking. And our hormones. Because a hate like ours could not change that quickly into anything. And like I said, hormones. We were seventeen, it was normal.

I sighed, shaking my head. This was crazy.

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