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Chapter Fifty-three

I had been keeping my distance, but not on purpose but because Zane had always seemed busy. We had classes together, and he would always arrive late and sit at the back, even though I always made sure there was a seat next to me empty. He just never took it. Then outside of school, he had football and friends so I didn't see him then either.

I was beginning to think him and I wasn't on the same page. In fact, I might have wanted the pretending to be over and just be up front, but he didn't. I guess I needed to accept that. Tonight was a pack meeting, and it was the first time I would be making an appearance. Everyone knew I had got my memory back.

Alpha Harris said it was best if we just pretended nothing happened so that was what I was going to do.

I was putting my books in the locker when I got a sore leg. In fact, it was aching. I looked down at it. I hadn't hurt it, so why the hell was it aching? I ignored it and closed my locker. One more class and the day was over. The lunch bell rang, signaling the end of third period. One more to go.

"Hey, Allie."

"Um, hi Blake."

Blake was one of them that hadn't accepted the fact I had my memories back. He seemed betrayed by it all.

"So, you going to the game tomorrow night?"

"The football game?"

"Yeah."

"No. You?"

"Yeah. Ebony wants to watch Zane play."

Ebony. Another subject Blake and I disagreed on.

"Cool." I couldn't think of another thing to say to him.

His face softened. "You should go."

That was left field. "Why?" I couldn't think of one reason to go to the game. Zane would be there, and I doubted he would want me there. My leg started aching again.

"Because Zane will be there." His words were direct. "And you should be there to support your mate."

That's where this conversation ends. I turned and walked away. I thought I was walking away from him too until I noticed him at my side.

"Allie, there is no reason to fight it anymore. Trust me. It's great."

I froze and spun around. My anger getting the best of me. "It might be great for you, Blake, because your mate wants you, but in my case, my mate doesn't want me so excuse me if I take opportunities not to be embarrassed or ignored."

With that said. I stormed off to my last class.

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Once again, I left the seat next to me empty, and, once again, Zane was late and ignored me; literally walked past me, like I was just like any other person. I shouldn't be surprised.

The class started, and because my hearing was better, I was picking up on other conversations around me, and I had picked up on a conversation between Ebony and Zane.

"How was practice?" Ebony said.

"Same. Hurt my leg but… Jake pushed me into the goal post," Zane answered.

"Did it hurt?"

"Fuck yeah. I'm still limping."

He hurt his leg. I had hurt my leg. What were the chances? I drummed my pen on the table. I needed to get out of here. Being this close to him was hard. I scooped up my books. The teacher was busy with another student. He wouldn't even notice if I slipped out. I slid the door open and walked out.