Chapter 12- EDITH

                                    

                                          
This chapter hurts me.
                          
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Today was a strange day. What came over me. The last thing I expected to be doing was giving West Stryder a car ride. Because he can't shift. That was a whole different can of worms that I didn't know how to open or want to. Although, there are rogues around in these areas. Sure, I might have been slightly worried for his safety.  He can't shift too which means he's defenseless. 
                          
It was totally not normal for me to have someone other than Blaine in the passenger seat. Someone being the mate I'm trying to avoid. But fate has a funny way of things. How West randomly stumbled upon my job vexed me. The more he knows about me, the worse it'll be. 
                          
Switching jobs so he doesn't know where I work would be extreme. Joe's Coffee Shop was really good to me, and paid me enough so I can get by. The free coffee didn't hurt one bit either.
                          
I tried not to look at him too much, but my gaze slid over to him from time to time. 
                          
West, of course, made himself comfortable getting in my 2008 black Honda Civic. He pulled the seat a little back that I thought he was sleeping, but he just had his head pulled back and was looking out the window.  My car is not a car Alphas drove. Did he judge me for working? For my car? And why did I care? I didn't. I willed myself not to care what West Stryder thought about me.
                          
It's only because he's my freaking mate there's a part of me that yearned for his approval. That deep part needed to put a sock to it. 
                          
"Rogues usually like to roam at night," I said, breaking the silence in the car. I hate awkward silences, but I knew West didn't notice anything because he looked calm and relaxed. I don't think he ever feels uncomfortable, and I envy him of that. There's something about West's presence that made me gravitate towards him, and I'm betting it's the mate bond making me feel it. Making me feel completely at peace when he's around. And something I haven't felt in a long, long time: safe.
                          
"They do," West commented. Under his breath, "Creeps."
                          
"So I'm surprised you didn't meet one or sense anything," I mused.
                          
"Hm, maybe I was just too into my own head I didn't notice." 
                          
I sent a glare his direction. I felt like I was scolding Blaine. "That's really careless-"
                          
"I didn't know there were rogues-" West stopped. "That means they're near the school too, don't you think?" We exchanged glances, nervous. "They're usually not a problem at all. I don't hear much about them actually. Especially in my pack."
                          
Must be nice for him.
                          
"I've only heard things, nothing really confirmed, but it's better to be safe than sorry."
                          
"It is," West agreed. "You need to be careful too."
                          
We were silent again.
                          
The last face I wanted to see near my pack was West. I didn't want anyone connecting me to West. Silas could be watching from anywhere. 
                          
"Didn't have any plans tonight?" If only he did. He wouldn't be here, and I'd be home. He'd probably have way more fun than he is right now. Seeing social West alone on a Friday night is bizarre.