His Mate — Chapter 25

Waking up, it felt like a completly different day. I felt happier and overall better than the day before, which definitely wasn't going to be too hard to beat.

However, as soon as I thought of my father, I immediately wanted to hurt something, preferably Matthew if he was here.

Right now, I was waiting at the front door for Caleb to eventually come down the stairs. Usually it was me that was the slow one and took about ten hours in the morning, but this was a new low for him, he was taking ages.

"Hurry up!" I shouted as loudly as I could, knowing that nobody else was inside the house this morning. It would have been the end of the day by the time he came downstairs.

"I'm coming!" He shouted back as he sprinted down the stairs, making my ears burst from the noise he was making. "You're a bit impatient this morning, princess," my heart began beating faster when he used the pet name I had grown to miss.

"Let's go," he said whilst he grabbed an apple and walked with me to the car. "And after seven years, they've finally left," I shouted sarcastically, lightly shoving his shoulder as we climbed into either side of his car.

"Shut up," he retorted as I buckled my seatbelt and sat back into the warmth of his car.

"You smell particularly nice today," he said to me, making me blush slightly so I turned my head to look out of the window of the car. "Is that a blush I see?" He teased as he tried to poke me.

"Saying are you blushing is obviously going to make me blush," I almost shouted as I turned back with my cheeks returning to a neutral colour.

"Okay then, but it's cute don't worry," he said making me blush again. I needed to stop, otherwise I may as well just become a tomato for him to really make fun of me.

I accepted his compliment quickly, then I let the car fall silent until we arrived at school.

When we did, I breathed a sigh of relief. "See you at lunch," he shouted to me as he had already walked off with a wave. Silently, I agreed and began walking to first period as Caleb had already made us at least ten minutes late.

Luckily, all of the classes I had didn't involve much movement or brain strenuous activity so I sat with my eyes open but everything else closed until my ears opened up eventually to the bell for lunch.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, I finally sprinted out of the temporary prison and towards the cafeteria.

My heart beat was racing, knowing that I was going to see Caleb again. It's hard to understand how quickly my heart had healed from James, but something in Caleb had helped along with that, and seeing James every day obviously wasn't doing it a lot of good.

"Hey Gab, over here!" Flora shouted as I walked over to where Caleb was also sitting. He turned round and smiled at me and my heart began racing again, whilst I stared longingly at the dimples that were covering his cheeks.

"What happened for the last few days? Where have you two been?" She pestered as I sat next to Caleb and knocked his shoulder lightly.

Instead of answering, we both smiled at each other and laughed like small kids until my smile was replaced with a frown to see James coming towards us from behind Flora.

I thought he was going to turn and walk to another table after my glare but to my dismay, he stood next to Flora. I will give him points though, he looked pretty miserable and that was my initial aim with everything that had happened.

"What do you want?" I said loud enough before Caleb or Flora could intervene in the stare off between us. "Can I sit?" He asked as politely as he could, but I still felt my body tense with his words.

"Let me think about that for second," I left a brief pause and held my finger up to my chin for emphasis, "no." I replied sternly, sitting back in the chair, not realising that Caleb's arm was behind it.

"Just let him sit and ignore him," Flora begged Caleb and I. I waved my hand up in the air, signalling that he could sit but he didn't deserve me to tell him.

Cheating bastard.

You'd think I wouldn't have forgiven Flora so easily but I have done plenty of things that were nearly as bad in our friendship. And I knew that she liked him when I first went out with James but I was too selfish to remember.

I faced Caleb and began to talk to him to take my attention away from the fact that my cheating ex-boyfriend was sitting less than one metre away from me.

"Look, Gabby, I'm really sorry—

James tried to speak but I interrupted him before he could get all of his words out. "An apology isn't going to cut it." I shouted as I stood up and stormed out of the cafeteria and towards the bathroom.

Luckily, nobody came after me so I stayed for the last twenty minutes and applied some make up onto my face to make it look a little less angry.

The bell finally rang and I only had one class left which was algebra, the worst class I have.

"Hey Gabby," a boy I recognised as Dylan said as I walked into the room and sat on the desk next to his. Dylan was one of those friends that you only really knew and spoke to at school. I could go a whole year without speaking to him, and it would be as if nothing had changed.

"Hey," I replied as I pulled my books and notepad out of the bag I was holding.

"Saw the argument between you and James," he announced as I sat down beside him, "you alright?" He asked, smiling.

"It wasn't an argument it was a statement, he's a cheater and I want nothing to do with him anymore," I replied, scribbling on the page in front of me harder as I spoke.

"So he did cheat?" He asked, seeming surprised as I whipped my head round to face him properly. "Why, what are the rumours?" I asked, sighing.

God knows what everyone thinks has happened.

"That he never liked you and that you never liked him and that he has a small dick," he finished, giggling like a school girl.

"Well, the last one is confirmed," I said out of anger, laughing along with him.

The class was over quickly and I knew Caleb had a free period last so he would hopefully be waiting by the car. I walked out of the school to see his car but with nobody stood by it, which was quite unusual for Caleb.

Maybe he got out late or something.

Reassuring myself, I stood by his car and opened up snapchat then watched the hundreds of stories that were now plastered all over the app.