Love and War - Britta Irene (electronic book reader .TXT) 📗

Tell me, how do you think I am doing?” I asked her snottily. I didn’t mean to be, it’s just I was still hurt.
“Well, I would say not so great. Please tell me that you didn’t….” I cut her off before she could finish.
“No, no, no. I would never. Not until marriage. Let me explain. I was just coming back from walking Kyle out to his car. I was standing outside of my door, trying to sort out my feelings when this guy, Tristan, said ‘if you are looking for James, he just left.’ So we started talking, and he told me that… that James had a new girl over every week. He said that I looked like I needed a friend, and offered to take me out to get my mind off of things. When we were leaving, James was with a girl. And she was all over him.” By the time I finished, I was crying. More like, I was in danger of flooding the little canal we were on.
“Oh, baby…” Bazil said, holding me tight and stroking my hair.
“It hurts so much. Why? I have never felt like this with anybody else.” I said, sobbing into her neck.
“He is your mate. When mates have an argument, it can be very painful, depending on the level of the argument. When you meet your mate, it is like you literally become one. Not just physically but mentally also. That means that you can hear each other’s thoughts and feel each other’s emotions just like they are yours. And sometimes even stronger. Some people describe their relationship with their mate is like nothing else keeps them to the earth. Like…”
“Like on big steel cord keeping you bound tightly together and to the earth.” I said finishing for her.
She nodded,”Yes. Depending on how deep the argument, umm, cuts you, I guess, is how you feel. A dear friend of mine had an argument with her mate about a stain on the couch. The pain did not go very deep, but her sister lost it completely when her mate was killed. It was like a part of her died, more than half of her. A mate… completes you.” She said.
“But if James and I complete each other, then how can he hurt me like this? Doesn’t he feel my pain too? Doesn’t he know that I feel like I am being stabbed relentlessly on the inside?” I asked. It is really hard to put into words how I actually feel.
“That I don’t know. But I do think I know this: do you think that maybe you seeing him with this other girl could be a way for him to deal with the pain since your argument?” she asked me. I guess she had a point, but why go to some girl who isn’t going to do much for you? When I voiced my opinion, she laughed.
“Oh, dear. I honestly don’t know. I guess males don’t think like we women do. They just act without thinking about consequences.” Now it was my turn to laugh.
“I’m guessing the whole point of this conversation is that I need to talk to James.” I said after I had sobered up.
“You have guessed correctly.” She said smiling at me. She had a beautiful smile.
“Thanks mom. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t have talked to me.” I told her.
“Of course. It’s what moms are for, right?”
“Right.” I said, giving her a big hug. I took in her smell. Lavenders and vanilla.
“Go. Talk to him. Work it out. If you need me, just call.”
“How do I call you?” I asked, getting confused.
“You will know if you need it.” She said, as the dream was fading.

Chapter Thirteen.

I woke up with determination flowing through my veins.
“Tristan…. Tristan. TRISTAN!” I said while slightly shaking him, then beating his chest.
“Wha-at?” he asked, still half asleep and very annoyed.
“Take me back to the school.” I said. That got his attention. He sat up and turned on the lamp next to the bed. He looked so cute. His hair was everywhere.
“Why? What are you going to do?” he asked looking suspicious.
“I need to talk to James. We have some problems that need to be worked out.” I told him, while getting up. I went over to the mirror and smoothed out my hair. Tristan’s wasn’t the only one who had it going every direction.
“Are you sure?” he asked, also getting up. I took that as a good sign.
“Yeah. I can’t just run from my problems. I need to face them.” I said while putting on my shoes.
“Good. I’m glad you finally realized that.” He said while sitting next to me putting in his shoes. I stopped and looked at him.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I know that you are posing as Kyle at the school. I know that James is a werewolf and you are his mate. I know that you parents are Bazil and Miichael.” He said. All I could do is look at him shocked.
“What? How do you…” I trailed off. I didn’t tell anybody.
“I am your… what’s the word… guardian I guess you could say.” He told me, looking into my eyes.
“Guardian?” I was so confused.
“I protect you, and you protect me. We have each other’s back. I feel your pain, you feel mine. I am not your only guardian though. Kyle and Blade are also your guardians, as you are theirs.”
“How did you know?” I asked him. I was so lost.
“Bazil and Miichael told me. They came to me in my dreams and said ‘protect our little girl’ and I was like ‘what?’ and they explained the whole situation to me. You are lucky. Most people have three guardians like you do, but they usually only meet one, if that many. But, I think something else is different about you. I believe you have more than three…” he said.
“Whoa. Stop right there. Explain this later. I need to see my mate.” I said while walking out the door. Great. Even more confusing mythical creatures in my life.
Tristan followed me, and we were driving within minutes. I looked at the clock. 12:42.
He turned on the radio station and Rebel Yell by Billy Idol was on.
“Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door/ Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor/ She said "Come on baby I got a license for love/ And if it expires pray help from above"/ Because/ In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"/ With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"/ In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"/ With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"/ More, more, more!”/ She don’t like slavery, she wont sit and beg/ But when I’m tired and lonely, she sees me to bed.” I pretty much sang the whole song. It is amazing.
“I didn’t know you could sing.” Tristan said, as we pulled into the parking lot.
“I can’t. I am tone deaf.” I said, looking at him strangely. He must have hearing aids, but forgot to put them on.
“I think you can.”
“I think you left your hearing aids on the table.”
“I don’t have hearing aids.”
“You need them.” I said while getting out of the truck.
“No I don’t.”
“Don’t argue with me.” I said as I walked in the door. I went to the elevator and pressed the button. I pressed it multiple times and it still didn’t work.
“Fuck this!” I screamed, and made a beeline for the stairwell.
“You didn’t know that the elevators don’t work at night?” Tristan asked with a smile obviously in his voice.
“Well, I usually don’t wake up a stranger next to me and tell him to take me back to the school at 1 in the morning.” I replied snidely. Now that I could feel James so close, I was getting anxious. Not of seeing him, but to see what he had to say to me. I understand that some people cope with things a different way, but he better have an excuse to cope this way.
As I trudged up the stairs, I was thinking about all I would say. Should I yell at him? Or jump into his arms and apologize. Apologize for what though? I didn’t do anything wrong. He did. He is the one who accused me of cheating when he was the one doing it. He was the one that had another girl all over him when I went to make things better between us. Really, he should be the one coming to me to apologize. But, he was male. And most males tend to run from conversations that involve their feelings.
What if this will be like this all the time? What if he goes to other women later on in our relationship? I don’t want to be that one girl. You know the one who stands by the side of her boyfriend desperately even if it is obvious that he is cheating. That would make me look bad.
Well, I am going to have to make sure that that doesn’t happen. How? I don’t know. I was too stupid to see that he was cheating on me now. What to do, what to do?
Life can be a real bitch sometimes.
“Tell me about it.” Tristan said behind me.
“You heard that?”
“Yeah. I can hear your thoughts when I want to. You were quiet, and I wanted to know what you were thinking.” I whorled around to face him
“Don’t do it again, okay? I hate that James can read my mind. I hate that Kyle can read my mind. Hell, he is like a voice in my mind. Only do it if it is absolutely necessary, okay?”
“Deal. As long as you don’t read mine.” He responded.
“I don’t even know how. You are safe there.”
“It's easy. Just… open your mind to other things. Picture thoughts, but not your thoughts, my thoughts.” I tried exactly what he said, and my head started getting this pounding sensation
“Oww.” I moaned.
“It hurts the first couple of times. Try again.” He said.
I opened my mind, and pictured his thoughts.
Can you hear me?

I heard him say.
“Whoa!” I said out loud.
“Cool isn’t it?”
“Very.” I said while turning around on the stairwell. We were about on the seventh floor. Five more floors to go.
“Do you have to be in a close proximity to hear another’s thoughts?” I asked while still going up the steps.
“No. as long as you are mated or bonded, that is what they call the relationship of guardians, you can hear them and they can hear you.” He answered. I heard him start back up the stair behind me.
“Cool. I am going to try Kyle.”
I opened my mind, and pictured Kyle.
Aw shit. I forgot my homework. Oh well, I can just copy Christy’s

I started