Chapter 5 "The Encounter!"

Jayson P.O.V.

Fuck my head. I grabbed hold of it.

It felt like it was on fire.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

FUCK! I wanted to scream and roll up in a ball and stay that way until my head stopped hurting.

This fucking hurts.

How much did I drink last night?

All I remember was having a couple of shots of whisky with the boys and me and Scottie and his cousin James went out to watch hot chicks fight in a ring with tight-ass shorts and tight sports bras. That was when I remember seeing the blonde sexy girl I slept with a month ago. Then Jaze was going crazy, saying, find a mate! Over and over again in my head.

Then I was looking for her when I stopped close to the ring. And the girl I slept with is my mate. I stared up at her. But she knew who I was. I saw her face even though she had a mask on. I looked into her eyes. That was all I needed to know. She knew. She freaking knew we were mates.

I got up and started getting the sleep out of my eyes. Then, finally, I climbed out of bed.

Damn, that was a crazy dream. Did I see the girl I met at Jake's and Emilia Lakehouse a month ago last night at the fight? Well, tap it off. She was the fighter. She was hot. They call her Daisywoods! I felt my chest feel with joy and pride. I was thinking about her having my last name. The last time I thought about someone like this was Ashely- No, don't think about that heartless bitch.

She hurt you, remember! So my inner voice told me. Stop thinking about her. She hates you, and you hate her. Keep telling yourself that. But somehow, I can't get her out of my head for whatever reason. She is always there. When I ever try to forget her. I can't so, I hide by teasing and making fun of her in front of everyone around us every time I can. I can't show weakness, and I will not be like my father. I will never let a woman hurt me like my mom did my dad ever again.

My father is a great man. He just found a mate was a slut. She left us when I was thirteen years old. That was the year I was going to ask out Ashely.

Ever since she left, my dad has been awful. He goes to work like everybody, and it's normal. But when he comes home. He is a different person. He locks himself in his room with a bottle in one hand and my mother's picture in the next.

I can hear him crying and his wolf howling in pain. I am afraid my father doesn't stop it. I am going to lose him. I can't lose my dad. So, he needs to find his mate. I don't think my mother was his mate? Maybe it was a mistake.

"But if it were a mistake, you wouldn't be here," and he would say and mess up my hair with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

"Yeah, dad, but you wouldn't be in so much pain because of her?" I told him with anger inside myself.

Well, it's time to get out of bed and get ready for school.

Once I was done getting ready for school. I walked into the kitchen

Morning dad," I saw my father sitting at the kitchen table drinking his coffee and eating his eggs. He gets him his phone on the table. I saw a picture of him and me and her when I was thirteen years old. I wanted to smash it! I wanted to break that phone with her crooked smile on there staring at me. But I just looked away.

"Hey, good morning, son," He said with a smile on his face.

Did you sleep well?" he asked me. I can see he didn't sleep at all again.

But he still gets up and makes us breakfast and goes to work with a fake smile on his face.

" Yeah, I did; thanks for asking dad," I tell him.

Then I asked him.

" Did you sleep well too, dad?" I say.

He just looks down at his eggs. He didn't want to tell me. But I knew he wasn't sleeping for the last couple of years, correct. So he sleeps but not like the rest of us do.

Yeah, son. I am sleeping well." He tells me with a lie. But I didn't call him out on it. I just grabbed some eggs, sausage, bacon, pancake, biscuits, and toast. Yeah, we have a big breakfast; what you expect were werewolves. I thought.

"Okay, well, after you eat. I have to tell some good news." He said, smiling at me. I saw something different in him after six years before my mother left us.

Sure, dad, I told him.

After I was done eating. I got up and started helping my dad with the dishes. So, we both started washing the dishes.

I started to dry the dishes when my father told me something.

" I mate, my second-time mate," He tells me, not missing a beat with so much excitement. So that when I dropped the dish on the counter. Thank God the plate I had in my hand didn't break. I turned toward my dad and gave him a big hug.

" I am so happy for you, dad," I tell him. So, when am I going to meet my new mom?" I asked him to joy for my dad.

"Thanks, son," He says and pats me on the back.

" You met her soon, and she is here later tonight. Will you help me cook and clean the house? I want to make sure everything goes right." Can you help me, son?" He was telling me and asking at the same time.

I never disrespect him. I always had a great relationship with my father. SO, if he knew I was bullying his best friend, daughter, and neighbor, he would be so angry at me. I would probably be disowned for what I have been doing to Ashely. She is the only one I bully. Others I am friendly to. I have never been mean and bullied anyone in my life until with Ashely.

Well, it's not bullying if she deserves it right. So I was trying to make it out; it was her fault that I was bullying her.

Well, I am happy for you; dad," I can't wait to meet her, and I be home to help you," Don't worry, we'll make this work." I promise to be on my best behavior." So I told him with one more smile and hug.

Okay, I am so lucky for a son like you," he tells me with tears in his eyes. I felt so awful. I am not a good son. As a matter of fact, I am opposite from good. I am not. I don't want to be like her.

My mother is so evil she loves to watch people in pain and hurt them. She got a cold heart, and I don't want to be like her.

Your not, Jaze says. I didn't reply.

I just walked out of the door from the kitchen.

" Remember to be here at six after football practice; okay, I love you, have a good day at school," I heard my dad say.

Yeah, sure, I love you too, dad,"

I left and went to my front door. I opened it and walked out.

Once I got to my truck. I opened up my door. I got in. I looked down at my phone and started plugging the cord in my truck into my radio.

I was in the middle of finding a song. I heard the door shut across from me. I saw Ashely Williams walking down her sidewalk towards her old ugly, beat-up BMW she got for her sixteen birthday. I know I was there. She didn't invite me, but I sneaked into her party. I saw her parents surprise her with the car at the end of the night. I saw a big smile on her face when she saw her mom behind the wheel. I remember I was jealous that night of her. Because she has her mom there, she didn't cheat on her dad and didn't spend time with her like my mom didn't. Her mom didn't tell her she didn't love her and said, you're a mistake like my mom did when I was thirteen years.

I wanted to be here for one day. I would have my mom back, would love my dad and me. But that was stupid, and it will never come true.

Back in the present...

When I was in my daydream about when she got that ugly ass car.

I saw her stop at her car. She unlocked it. Then I saw her stop and turn her head towards me. I saw her eyes go big, and she looked like she saw a ghost. What is up with that? I asked myself. Then I thought of something. Then it hit me. She was not looking like she had seen a ghost. Is she looking at me like she knows something but what?

Well, we broke eye contact, and she got in her car in a hurry like she wanted to get out of here. So, I kept my eyes on her until I saw her back out and drive down the road. That was when I started my truck, pulled out of my driveway, and drove to school.

Oh, this will be an encounter today, I thought with a sinister grin on my face. It's time to play with my favorite prey.