When The Moon Calls You Home

CHAPTER 3

As soon as we finished breakfast, we drove to school and walked into the building holding hands. Jax always seemed to want to hold my hand and be close to me all the time. Like he was afraid that something was going to happen to me.

I always just assumed that it was him being a little overprotective of me because of his brother. Jesse has had a go at me once or twice and that has always set Jax off. He wasn’t going to give him the chance again. But when we got inside, we caught up with Jax’s best friend and future Beta Zack and Zack’s mate Hazel. Who just happens to be my best friend as well. Even though they were all 18.

I didn’t have any friends my age. And I didn’t really care about that. I knew I would after they all graduated, but that was something that I would deal with at the time.

Right now, I was just happy to have them all around.

I really envied Zack and Hazel. They were sweethearts for years and when they turned 18, it turned out that they were fated mates. So, they had nothing to worry about. They found their person and they were so lucky.

I loved Jax more than anything and I was so scared of losing him. But I couldn’t let anyone know that I was scared of that. People would think that I was insecure in our relationship.

And no matter how much I knew Jax loved me, it wasn’t a sure thing for us. I knew that and so did everyone else. I just had to let people know that I wasn’t worried about it. I didn’t want them to know that I was worried about it. It was something between us and that was it.

“So, I see your brother is at it again? What’s his problem today?” Zack asked.

“What are you talking about?” Jax asked.

“He’s already in the Principal’s office. The Alpha is here as well.” Zack said.

“I don’t know. He came to my room this morning starting on with his usual s**t. We got into a fight and dad had to break it up.” Jax explained.

“Why is he always fighting you?” Hazel asked.

“I don’t know. People think that he’s pissed because his mother is Luna, but she’s not my mother. Yet, I am the heir to the pack. And he thinks that he should be.” Jax explained.

“Well, that just shows how delusional he is. But he has been a lot more out of control lately.” I said.

“Well, you better be careful Sage. You know that he always comes for you if he’s trying to hurt his brother.” Hazel said.

“I know. But after all these years, he doesn’t scare me anymore.” I said.

“Are you going to be alright in class today? I mean, we’re not going to be there.” Jax said.

“I’ll be fine. I told you, I’m not scared of Jesse. Besides, we don’t even know if he’s going to be in class today. Your dad might take him home.” I said.

“That’s a good point. He has friends, though.” Jax said.

“And they all know not to mess with me because you will kick their asses. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. And I’ll mind link you if I’m worried about anything.” I said.

“Alright. Make sure that you do.” Jax said.

He leaned over and kissed me, and it was like the world had shrunk to just the two of us. His lips lingered, holding me close in a moment neither of us wanted to end—but reluctantly, we pulled away, knowing we’d be late for class if we stayed.

As soon as I got to my classroom I sat in my usual seat and I pulled out the reading material for class and started going through it and double checking my homework before I had to hand it in.

I then picked up a familiar scent, so I looked up and Jesse was walking into the room. He was wearing his typical leather jacket and sunglasses that he refused to take off while he was at school.

He looked pretty pissed off, but that wasn’t anything unusual. And he sat right next to me.

I knew that everyone else was watching him because they knew about what he did this morning, and once he sat beside me, he turned in his chair to look at me so he was staring directly at me. Not at the front of the room.

I looked at him for a second before I just shook my head and I looked back at my work to make sure that everything was ready.

If he was trying to intimidate me then it was laughable. I have lived with his family for 10 years. I’ve seen him cry when someone changed the channel on the TV because he wanted to keep watching his show but no one else did.

And he was 10 when he did that. So I kinda lost any respect or fear of him after seeing that.

If he thought he could intimidate me, then he was fooling himself. No matter how much he tries to big note himself at the moment and make himself look tough. He really doesn’t scare me.

He sat there staring at me during the class and our teacher was getting into the lesson but he eventually stopped and he leaned on his desk at the front of the room.

“Sage.” He said.

“Yes, sir.” I said looking up at him from my book.

“Are you alright? Do you need me to remove him from the class or call his father?” The teacher asked.

“No, sir. It’s fine. He does this to me all the time at home. It doesn’t bother me anymore.” I said.

“Are you sure? Because it’s bothering me and a lot of other students in the class.” He said.

“If you want to call his father then I guess that’s up to you. But don’t do it on my account. Really, I’m fine.” I assured him.

So he stood there staring at the two of us for a moment and Jesse still didn’t take his eyes off of me.

But the teacher decided to drop it and told the class to pay attention and he got back to the lesson and I kept taking notes at everything he was saying.

Jesse then starts actually making some movement at his desk, but again, I didn’t look at him. Not until he put a note on my desk.

‘Jax is leaving soon. He can’t protect you forever.’

Why is he staring at me like that? Not even looking at the board, just at me. Everyone else is taking notes and he’s just… watching. My stomach feels tight. Now a note—great. What does this even mean? “Your boyfriend’s leaving soon. He won’t be able to protect you.” What is that supposed to mean? Protect me from what? From Jesse? Or is he just trying to mess with me? Is this a warning, or a threat? I don’t know. I don’t know if I should be scared or if I’m overthinking. My hands feel shaky. Don’t look at him. Don’t let him see I’m nervous.

I glance sideways at Jesse. He’s smirking again, like always. I don’t even give him the satisfaction of a real look. What’s his problem, anyway? He’s been like this ever since I’ve known him—cocky, spoiled, like the world owes him something. Honestly, he needs a good ass whooping, but of course his mother would never let that happen. She acts like he’s perfect. He’s nothing like Jax. How can two brothers only two years apart be so different? It doesn’t even make sense.

I’m not telling Jax. Or any of his friends. They’d just blow this up into something bigger than it already is. The last thing I want is another fight between the brothers, and I don’t need to be the reason it happens. Better to just keep it to myself—for now.