Clentine:
Troy speaking to nicely had actually helped a lot, and then he said he could spot an eyelash on my cheek. It used to be a small ritual. Whenever he saw an eyelash on my cheek, he would blow on it. He drew closer and blew, but then my body felt light with a sudden push. When I opened my eyes, I saw Ian on top of Troy.
"What the fuck, Ian?" I grunted, rushing toward him and stopping his raised fist. I held him and pushed him back. He landed a little behind because I had used my power to stop them. There were lurkers around. If anyone spotted them, Ian would get in trouble, and Troy did not deserve that. He had only been trying to help feel better.
Ian stood up while I checked on Troy.
"Are you okay?" I asked Troy, giving him my hand to help him stand. When I turned around, I watched Ian on his feet, clapping.
"Wonderful," he hissed, making clench my jaw.
"Ian, what the fuck were you doing?" I hissed at him. It was my automatic reaction to the chaos he had created.
"This is why you did not want my explanation," he began again, letting his anger take control.
"Calm down first, and then we will talk," I told him, reminding him that if he did not calm down, he would say sothing that would cause even more trouble.
"Calm down? Calm down after watching my girlfriend, my mate, kiss her ex bestfriend. The one she had a crush on. The one she wanted to create babies with."
As soon as Ian said those words out loud, my heart sank. It felt like an old distant mory, sothing I had not even thought about in so long.
"Oh, so you have started to investigate now?" I snapped at him, hurt that he would bring up my past. My crush should not define my character now. "And what did you say? You caught kissing him?" I continued, shocked by his words.
"I saw you with my own eyes, Clentine. How can you lie?" he scread, making my jaw drop. Either he was lying, or I had been too dumb to realize I had kissed Troy without noticing.
"Okay, Ian, you need to leave. Go back to your room, calm down, and think about the whole thing. There was no kiss," I almost scread back at him.
Ian clicked his tongue and clapped again.
"Wonderful. I am so glad I saw this version of you," he said through heavy breaths.
"While you were in the bathroom with Oriana," I scread at him, even though I already knew it myself, and Troy had also confird that soone had planted her in there.
"It was not my fault. I was taking a shower, she barged in, and I..." Ian stepped back, taking deep and heavy breaths again, one hand on his chest and the other in his hair.
Seeing him like that broke my confidence. Troy was not doing anything, and I was not doing anything either.
"He ca here to tell how much you love ," I said.
As soon as the words left my mouth, Ian pulled his hands down, tilted his head, and stared at in disbelief. I could tell his eyes were questioning my judgent.
"Why do you not believe ?" I asked him. I watched his muscles start to tense.
"I want you to stop being friends with him," Ian demanded, and I narrowed my eyes.
"What?" I gasped.
"I want you to stay away from Troy. Could you do that for ?" he asked, pointing at his chest.
The right answer should have been yes. He had sohow found out that I used to have a crush on Troy. Of course he was supposed to be jealous. It made sense. But at that mont, after he had accused of kissing Troy just to make look bad, I could not accept his order.
"We need to speak first," I told him, reaching for his hand, but he slipped his hand away and stepped back, gesturing for to stay where I was.
"You will tell him that you want rejection," he demanded.
I snapped my head up.
"First, we need to talk about everything that has been happening," I warned him, but he began to shake his head.
"No. First you will tell that you will leave him. Just say the word," he demanded, almost like he was begging.
I wished I had said yes. But anger and misunderstanding were piling up, and I could not.
"No. First we will talk. We will resolve this matter." I tried to explain, but Ian lifted his hand again, gesturing sharply.
"We are not ready to talk. You are not ready to leave this sucker behind. You cheated on . I saw you with him." His words ca out broken, and that was when I realized we were not just arguing. Sothing was wrong. Sothing was happening to him. He did not feel right.
He started stepping back.
"You are going to reject him," he said, mostly to himself, touching his chest again and again.
"Ian," I tried stepping toward him, but he kept stepping away.
"No. You are not speaking with him." He turned around, pointing at the air as if he could not even see anymore.
I froze for a mont.
"And you will reject him. You will not kiss him again," he said, pointing in the other direction while briskly walking away.
"Ian," I called, moving to go after him, but Troy held my hand.
"Why? Let go. I need to speak with him," I hissed at Troy.
"No, he is angry right now, and seeing you is making him anxious," Troy told , but I was certain that leaving Ian by himself would hurt him even more. I tried to free myself, and suddenly Ms. Lenora showed up.
"Clentine, I would like to have a word with you. It is urgent. And why is a Black Squad mber standing next to you? Do you not follow rules at all?" she scread, looking at angrily.
"I was just leaving. No need to yell at her," Troy said, as he walked past her. He hissed at her, warning her not to treat badly.
"We will take care of him. Do not worry," he reassured as he turned around, stepping back a few steps while keeping eye contact with , hinting that the three alphas would take care of Ian.
"Yes, please, if you care for ," I said, and Troy placed a hand on his chest, confirming that he would not let down.
"Well, you should worry about yourself and not them," Ms. Lenora remarked, turning my attention back to her. I had no idea what she ant by that.
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