The Alpha and the Mistake

Chapter 6

Mike continued to pull me deeper into the woods. His iron grip and impatient tugs made my shoulder more than a little sore. Just when I contemplated stop walking and let him drag me in true caveman style, Mike slowed and better yet let go of my wrist.

Not sure what to do, I followed him to a clearing. I breathed softly, surprised by the view. It was the shore to a large pond. It was so scenic and peaceful I almost forgot how I got here and with whom.

"Nice isn't it." Mike sat against a huge rock.

"Uh yeah, it is." I brushed my hair away from my face. It could also be romantic too, a voice in my head chirped. Oh God, anything but that!

Mike, oblivious to my inner turmoil pulled out a large bottle from his jacket. I stood there, feeling awkward. He had done nothing like this before. Terrifying. Mike sniffed as he screwed off the cap with a sour expression and tosses the cap to the side once he got it off. "Wanna drink Missy? He waved the bottle at me.

I nearly said something stupid like we're not old enough to be drinking. Instead, I scrunched my nose and shook my head.

He laughed, the sound echoing through the woods. "Man, you're so straight and narrow. Don't you ever have any fun?" Mike took a large swig from the bottle. "Damn it, Missy, sit the hell down!"

I jumped, giving him a quick glare and sat.

"No, not over there stupid. Over here." He gave me a dark glare, and I knew I had no choice, not if I didn't want a punch to the gut or something. I balled my hands into fists, I walked over and sat next to him. He ruffled my hair like a small child or a pet. "Good girl."

I swallowed and tried not to let his words or the way he treated me, affect me. Why wouldn't Mom let me stay home today? Mike slung his arm over my shoulders and took another drink. The bottle was three-fourths empty, and I suspected he had downed the whole thing himself.

"Tell me, Missy, what do you think of Dean?"

I stiffened, my whole body on alert. Why was he asking me this? Oh God, had Dean said something to him? Or did Mike know he went to my house? Fear prickled through me, and I made a silent prayer. "D-dean?"

to hit me. "Yeah Dean, don't God damn pretend

I know of him.

you go weak in the knees? Does he make you think dirty things?" He snickered as he brushed nose against my cheek. I pushed him away from me with disgust. Mike cackled with delight. "Oh, I bet he does,

chest, trying to fight off the embarrassed blush which threatened

Have you seen them, Missy? How they line up to drool over him?" He pulled me close with an iron grip causing me to wince. "Mrs. Mathers had to move him because

another disgusted glare, and he

my ear, using the crudest, most vulgar vocabulary I had ever heard before. Again I shoved him away, my face burning. Mike threw his head back and laughed again as he saw

to say anything and kept

"Or did you blush because it's what you want to do to him?" A promise of violence in his

don't like him." My voice sounded braver than I was -

holding my face in a bruising grip, Mike stared at me for a while as if he was trying to rip the truth from my very soul. "Good girl,"

he didn't leave

jerk." Mike hit the ground with his

Him calling someone

so hot and such a nice guy and, oh those abs!" Mike's lip curled

on anything but his stomach. God, awkward much? I really wanted to run right

show him around like my dad wanted and guess what he did, Missy? He blew me off the first chance he got. I have barely seen the guy this whole time. Can you

shrug, my

tree, shattering it.

the have you

bruised. No. I bet he coos over you like some precious little thing and gives you chocolate to feel better because you're such a good little girl. You're not even his damn kid. When I didn't keep track of good ole nice Deano, Dad gave