I Scored Myself A Mate

"Listen to me Alex, honestly I don't think That Theseus did it. Why don't you ask him?" Mark told Alex once he helped him get back to the bed. The green eyed boy looked at him like he wasn't fully listening to what he was saying. His eyes had started to haze and his eyelids seemed heavy. Of course he was exhausted,

"Why does everyone end up lying to me?" He mumbled as he was slowly losing all of his strength. "I am so stupid" 

"No that's not it you…" he began saying but Alex had fallen asleep. He didn't know how he could just sleep soundlessly after all these emotions but in his condition even that could be straining his energy. Mark would want to run around and punch people. Maybe he should, he told himself and headed outside. 

He carefully closed the door trying not to make any noise and he scoffed as he saw Luke sitting on the floor, his arms resting on his knees. He was still dirty but he kept sitting there with zero intention to leave.

"Don't go in. He is sleeping" Mark warned him.

"I wasn't planning to; I don't know what to say to him anyways. Or what to do around him in general. Sometimes I think I am stupid"

"That's because you are stupid I can verify that and I have been punched by you twice because of it."

"Yeah I remember. Theseus was not the one who ordered us to go. My dad manipulated me into thinking I should do it. I wonder why my brain works like that. I can't clear out my thoughts, I am so angry all the time and when I calm down I see the mess I have created and hate myself."

What was happening? Mark asked himself as Luke seemed to actually open up his heart, or whatever he had instead of that organ to him. He didn't want to be mean but at the same time he wanted to? It was weird. You could clearly see that he had calmed down now and was already contemplating how stupid he had acted so he seemed in would be a little too much to tease his wound further but he did it anyways. 

"You are a total idiot. It's obvious you don't love Alex, like him kind of, it's possible. You realized he was your mate and believed that love would come easily, you wanted that tempting fate but as you saw that it wasn't like that, that you actually had to try to get that love you began feeling insecure, threatened and you kept making stupid mistakes, huge mistakes and eventually you just pushed him away from you. You didn't even try while all he did was try. He gave you time, he gave you chances, he gave you his life, he threw everything away for you but you still felt insecure and ruined everything. Your big ego played a part in it too. Why should I try? I am amazing I know what's right and I will do that. I bet that's what you were thinking." Mark told him and Luke looked at him dumbfounded. "What? I like Psychology books, okay?" 

"I see you get it…is it too late to make Alex like me?" Luke asked

"I am pretty sure you have done that question to yourself again and nothing changes, from your side of course. For Alex to like you or even consider staying in the same room as you without puking or even simply hear you speak and not think you keep spitting lies that mean you will have to change and I don't think you can do that. I am sorry" Mark knew he was being brutally honest; he was making all of his hopes shatter but he wasn't lying about that. 

It would be impossible for Luke to change even if he wanted to. He wasn't a bad person at heart and maybe that was why Alex did not fully hate him and even wanted to have a good relationship with his after everything that happened but it was obvious these two were not a match. He was thinking like a wolf and he had stereotypically all those attributes. He was narrow minded, had anger issues and his ego was bigger than the North Pole and he was sure Alex wouldn't be happy with a person like that. Luke needed someone to take care for, to save to satisfy his own ego and that wasn't exactly bad, there were people out there who could be enticed by those parts of his, he needed a lot of work though and even if he changed Alex one day he would be sick of being cared for, he already was.

"Your words hurt dude."

"Well your punches hurt but have you seen me complaining about it? Nope. But if I can be fully honest with you in those moments of clarity you seem to have. Please stay away from Alex, at least until you figure out the things in your head. I can't stop you if you'd like to get with him then but I believe it's impossible."

"He can only say that" Luke said and Mark raised an eyebrow. Of course he would be stubborn too. That completed the whole pack of what not to be.

"You can try I guess, just don't take out you anger on him when you get rejected."

"I won't get rejected"

"At least you got the spirit." Mark joked him and contemplated if he should turn back to Alex's room to make sure that Luke wouldn't make anything stupid and make him even more angry in his situation. The fact that he could sleep peacefully for some time at least was a good sign and it would benefit his health so that braindead dog should not approach in a kilometer radius. 

"Well sometimes that's all you need. I hear you had been avoiding Mikael. He was pretty sad about it." Luke revealed to him. 

Somehow Mark did not like the fact that the conversation was turning towards him. He had tried not to think about Mikael or what he did and the fact that the last few days he had some kind of disappeared made his try at least a bit successful, even though at times his thoughts were just a joke. He would about the time he brought him food, about how funny his jokes were and then the realization that he had killed someone would become a knife and stab his vulnerable heart. 

"He killed someone"

"Did you ask him why?"

"Why does it matter? A murder is a murder." 

"A murder is still a murder when it involves you too?" Luke asked him and looked at him with a questioning look. What was he implying? Mark wondered. What did he have to do with Clarissa's murder since he had seen her only once in his life and really they hadn't even talked that much. Mark had realized and found peace with the fact that he was a side character in this story, maybe one day he could live his too, hopefully with a happy ending.

"What are you talking about?" Mark asked him and watched him how he began getting up. He dusted off dried blood from his jeans and the patches fell on the shiny floor and mark pitied the people who would get to clean his mess With every step he took he let specs of dirt and other stuff the red haired boy could not identify, like a man made path, a treasure hunt with Luke at the end. Well, that would be a disappointment to think you would be getting gold and ending up finding him.

"I can't tell you. That's between you and him." Luke said with a small smile and pretended he was sealing his lips. By concealing information, he was taking revenge on him for how he bashed him just a few moments ago. "But I doubt he will be able to tell you" he continued and his stance changed. It was like he shrank, his head fell and he didn't look that cheerful now or wanting to talk any further.

"What's that supposed to mean?" mark asked feeling his heart race in an instant.

"He was hurt by hunters during the attack. He is heavily injured and he might die. At first he denied to come but he followed me just to make sure I would be alright. Unfortunately, he was hurt trying to save two werewolf girls by the hunters." 

He might die. That's all he could hear in Luke's words. Then why was he here and not at his best friend's side? What kind of friend leaves like that? Mark wondered and began getting angry. That was not the point though. Mikael was in danger, he was hurt and in pain. They still hadn't managed to talk because Mark had pushed him away. What if they never got the chance to talk again? Joke or tease each other? What would be left then? The misunderstanding between them? He would never get to hear an explanation about everything, tell him how he feels.

"Where is he?" Mark asked, deciding that he needed to see him.

No matter what. It was now or never and he had no time to think if his feeling were right or wrong at this moment. He had to hurry.