Reject Rejecting Rejected

Sweet Vanilla

Austin POV

The bell rings and we go our separate ways because unfortunately, I don't share any classes with them today.

On my way to class, my nose picks up the distinct scent of vanilla and suddenly a reel of flashbacks from last night begins intruding my thoughts, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I scan the hall looking for her, only to hear someone shout out. "Vanilla cupcakes on sale…. Three dollars for one."

Damn it! She has ruined vanilla for me. I sigh, returning to my mission of getting to class.

I enter the room, and immediately I know I'm in for a long torturous day; someone had bought two vanilla cupcakes and just has them showcased on their desk like trophies. Trust time to creep by like a lazy child, tempting me to simply walk out, but somehow I don't because as much as I hate smelling it, I love the smell of it. And that confuses the hell out of me.

Finally, the bell rings but if only I knew what was waiting for me outside, I would have stayed in class a little longer; the scent of vanilla lights up the whole hallway and it's doing things to me.

It's turning me on and I could feel my pants becoming smaller and tighter in certain areas... Just by the smell of it.

I hear Jason calling my name in the distance, but I'm too much in a rush to get to my next class to stop. I'm hoping the scent will be less concentrated in the confines of my next classroom.

However, as I gain closer to my destination, the scent amplifies and it’s not only stronger but sweeter, far surpassing the initial smell. It's her, it has to be.

I turn my head and it doesn't take long for me to see her. But instantly, I'm thrown into a fit of boiling rage as I spot some guy a little too close for comfort. Without a second thought, I march up to them blinded by jealous anger and I shove the guy away, hearing the thump of his back colliding with the lockers but I don't give a damn.

"What was that for?" The guy groans in pain, easing off of a now dented locker. Shoot, I didn't mean to use such force but gosh, I don't like the thought of his paws anywhere near what's mine. I'm like Joey with food, I don't share.

"Don't touch her, talk to her... As a matter of fact, don't even lay your eyes on her. You got that?" I growl, fueled by Brex's anger, oblivious to the amount of attention I attracted, especially with a pointed finger in his face.

She reaches out and touches my bicep and almost instantly, I feel calm. I slowly turn to face her.

"Why would you do that?" She asks, appearing so shy that I'd think what happened between us last night was only imaginary.

"Because you are mine." I move closer toward her but she cowardly retreats as if scared of me.

"You made it pretty clear that you didn't want me." She whispers.

She strikes a good point but that was before I knew how crazy everything about her can drive me. She intrigues me and maybe I was a fool to judge her too quickly, but of course, I'm not going to say that aloud. "I don't care what I said, as long as we are still mates you are mine." My tone is harsh... Maybe a little too harsh. Her eyes widen, then they scan the almost crowded hall of onlookers now eagerly awaiting the climax of the drama.

The fidgeting of her fingers catch my attention, she's nervous; her mouth opens; I brace myself "Fine...." Her voice still carries a pure innocence. "Then I, Amelia Ivy Rose, reject-"

She's instantly cut off by my lips against her, our first kiss; fireworks explode in the pit of my stomach. I step closer and she steps back, now pinned between me and her locker but not once do I break the kiss, nor does she push me away. Her lips are so soft, sweet, and the taste of vanilla strains my palette. I don't want to stop, I can't stop.

I bite her bottom lips to ask for entrance, she releases a faint muffled moan that weakens me, but in the end, she denies me access, although she still doesn't pull away, which is more than I expected, so I don't push it. I bask in the moment of her lips on mine, letting whatever she's willing to offer suffice for now.

But soon my stupid lungs start demanding air, clearly, disregarding the memo: she's my oxygen. I’m reluctant to break contact, but I’m left without much of a choice.

I'm breathlessly panting, staring her into her eyes; her heaving chest takes my thoughts where my body can't go.

"Don't you ever reject me, do you hear me?" I growl in low tones at her.

She doesn't speak and instead wiggles her way from in front of me and just walks away.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." I shout after her, but she doesn't even stop or turn around, it's like she's on a mission.

The mild imitating smell of vanilla soon returns once she's out of sight and I feel my heart break a little as the reality of what just transpired settles in. I can't believe I nearly lost her.

The sound of chattering raises around me, I know people have lots to say about what they just saw but I'm too lost in my mental world to focus on them. I'm pretty sure teachers are wondering where their students are since the bell has rung nearly ten minutes ago.

I make my way to class and the teacher can barely settle down the students and it's obvious that those who missed the hallway episode will know every detail before school breaks… which means, I need to be ready to answer all of the team's questions because, without a shadow of a doubt, they'll be coming 200 miles per hour.

I sigh, trying to close my mind off from the whispers but I think I only made matters worse. Yes, I was successful in blocking them out but now that my mind is clear, thoughts of her, Amelia Ivy Rose, sweep in like an unpredicted flood. I find myself absentmindedly running my fingertips slowly across my lips as Brex purrs in delight.

"So, what's the answer, Grey?"

I'm yanked from within my head. "C." I answer briskly without hesitation.

"This isn't multiple choice... I need you to get your head out of the clouds and focus. I'm sure your mate would appreciate a smart counterpart… That is, if she doesn't change her mind about rejecting you." Mr. Paris trails off, muttering the last part as he turns back to the chalkboard. Gosh, even the teachers too?

I stare at the board, nodding occasionally, so I look more in tune with what is being taught even though my mind is a million miles away. I want to kiss her again. And again. And again… For the rest of eternity.

"And that's it for today, class." He doesn't have to say it twice. Chairs start scraping the white tiled floor and everyone gets up, hurrying out for Lunch. I can't wait to see her again.

I step into the hallway. "Come get your vanilla cupcakes… Only three dollars." Someone shouts from the end of the pathway.

Don't mind if I do, I hope she'll like it and hopefully forgive me for being the rash fool I was, maybe it can serve as an apology. I buy one and go in search of her, heading in the direction of the cafeteria, knowing she’s there because of the unmistakable scent emitted from its confines. She’s soon spotted, in the corner of the room, sitting alone, eating from a brown paper bag while reading a book. Her hair is styled in a high bun, with two locks framing the side of her face. I definitely judged too quickly. She's pretty.

'Ya think.' Brex retorts.

I don't answer as I'm too preoccupied ogling her. I could stare at her all day.

A smile creeps across my face as I watch her take a quick glance around the room before taking a relatively big bite from her sandwich. I chuckle to myself as she lowers her head, wiping off the condiments that have overstepped her lips, though she misses a tiny spot.

'I should go over there and lick it off.' I propose to Brex.

'Or maybe we should just go and keep her company.' he counters.

I like my idea better, but as I’m about to go, a hand lands on my shoulder, instinctively causing me to turn my head around.

"Care to explain what all of that was about?”

“What?” I ask, playing dumb as I blankly stare at Jason.

“The near rejection, the kiss… everything.”

Before I could answer, I notice his gaze extending beyond me and he speaks again. “Wait, isn’t that the dude you dealt with earlier?”

My head whips around and all I see is red. Does this guy have a death wish or something? His hand stretches out, and his thump wipes the corner of her mouth and she gives him the broadest, sweetest smile that boils my blood. I shove the cupcake into Jason's hand and in haste, I march towards the two. Sure enough, the guy detects me even before I reach them. He quickly retracts his hand, causing her to give him a puzzled look before casting her eyes in the direction he's looking in- which is directly at me.

I come to a halt in front of them, my eyes fastened solely on him as a low deep growl ripples through my chest. The guy stands to leave, but she reaches out to pull him back down, whispering something in his ear to which he nods and she stands.

She approaches me and without a word, motions with her head to the door before walking past me.

Reluctantly, and not before giving the guy a death stare of warning, I turn to follow her out. She leads us to an empty classroom, closing the door behind us as she slowly turns around towards me. She adapts her usual pose of her head hung low and eyes casted down. "Sorry" she whispers and it honestly melts my heart.

I close the distance between us, lifting her chin between my index finger and thumb. "It's ok" I smile, trying to get her eyes to meet mine.

She removes my hand from her chin, but doesn't let it go. She's actually holding my hand. This simple act leaves Brex howling in delight and his owner is no different. She slowly lifts her eyes and they finally meet mine holding me captive to the point it's impossible to look away.

"Do you want me?" She asks, and I'm taken back by the sudden question.

I squeeze her hand lightly, rubbing my thump against the back of her palm. A smile frames my face as I nod in reply. She seems satisfied by my answer, prompting her to ask yet another one.

"Can you picture a life without me?"

With furrowed brows, I contemplate the question. Can I? I stare into her eyes and it feels as if her question has awoken a side of me that now longs for her more that ever. Suddenly, I see my future in her eyes; the dream- marriage, kids, maybe two or three, a pet and a white picket fence.

A brooder smile breaks out on my lips. "Honestly, the more I think about it, the less I can imagine my life without you."

"Good." She smiles staring deep into my eyes. "I, Amelia Ivy Rose of the Grand Cane Pack, reject you, future Alpha as my mate." She slips her hand from mine and before I could process what just happened, she disappears behind the door.

Did she- Did she just rejec- OWW. I drop to my knees gripping my chest as Brex fills my head with pain-stricken whimpering howls that trigger an excruciating migraine. She walked away as if nothing happened, leaving me there, gasping for air. I feel my lungs constricting, on the verge of exploding from the compact of pressure, my heart is slowly intensionally, breaking as if each crack is meant to be edged in my mind. My vision goes blurry and after a grappling howl, I black out.