Mated With Five Boys

"I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out"- Ally Carter 

English the next day still in shock after what Camila had told me.

Noah threatened her with Angelo's life, what kind of monster does that? I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, the only person I knew who could handle this situation couldn't be told, not like I would want to talk to him anyway.

I thought about going to Rylan or even Rose but I'm not sure how much good it would do, it would just put them in danger.

Even if we did somehow stop Noah who's to say another one of his guys would start where he left off? But I couldn't sit around and let Camila be punching bag either.

I remember her saying that Noah wasn't going to stop sending people after me and from what I saw the other night I believed her.

I was terrified to leave my room and I constantly felt like I was being watched.

Axel said I should tell Samantha that I can't take the job, which I considered doing, but then I remember it was Axel who said it and instantly disagreed.

If I get enough money I could buy a plane ticket back to New York, sure I'll be homeless but at least I wouldn't have to worry about gangs or looking over my shoulder everywhere I go.

Mrs.Porter was rambling about some literature assignment that was due next week.

I tried paying attention to her but between everything that was going on in my head and the intense stare that I knew was coming from Axel, I couldn't really concentrate.

I knew that the unwavering stare was coming for him because for the past day that's all he has been doing.

It's quite creepy really.

I could tell he has been stepping on eggshells around me ever since he read my journal.

He probably didn't know if I was going to scream at him or break down in tears.

The truth is I could yell at Axel until I was red in the face but it would do no good, the damage is done, I was never one to cry over spilled milk.

Unless it was chocolate.

Now that Axel has read my journal he's acting differently around me now, he asks me if I need rides to school or if I want him to wait in my room until I fall asleep.

Of course, I decline and tell him to leave me alone but that doesn't stop him from acting like I'm fine china or something.

It honestly makes me feel worse, I don't need his or anybody's else pity.

I didn't write those things down for attention or to show off how miserable my life was.

I psychically cringed thinking about the things Axel most had read in that book.

I'll admit some things in that journal are a little over dramatic even though they're all true events but I guess when you're that sad, no inconvenience is a minor inconvenience.

When it's one disaster after another you stop looking at it as a bad day but more as the world is out to get you.

I remember waking up most days feeling so sad that I forgot what it's like not to be and now thinking back on it, isn't that the sad part? From the age of seven, all the way until I was fifteen was when I shrugged the most with my panic attacks, at first it was over normal things people were nervous about like public speaking, meeting new people or even the dark.

But slowly and surely the triggers were over smaller events like people looking at me for a millisecond too long, people raising their voices even if it was direct towards me or even what I was going to have for dinner that night.

I felt like I was fighting for my life every day, my seven year old self didn't know then how to control my breathing or not to focus on the constricting of my rib cage.

I wanted to ask what was happening to me but I learned at young age that just because somethings happen doesn't mean we talk about it.

It might make someone uncomfortable.

I also learned at a young age to not have compassion for anyone that doesn't outrage.

"Mr.Deacon, what are you doing?"

Said Mrs.Porter, bring me out of my thoughts.

I looked over my shoulder towards Axel's desk, curious as to what she was talking about.

That's when I noticed Axel marching straight at me.

My eyes widen when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the classroom door.

"Mr.Deacon you cannot just leave class!"

Mrs.Porter yelled.

Axel stopped walk and turned to face her, his expression was annoyed and unbothered.

"Do you ever shut up?"

He asked, giving her an irritated look.

I gasp slightly and practically pleaded with her to stop him with my eyes but she did nothing but gape at him as he pulled me into the hallway.

"You can't talk to a teacher that way!"

I hissed at him.

"We need to talk."

He ignored my statement which made me roll my eyes.

"Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?"

I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.

"Of course not."

He shook his head.

we have nothing to talk about; I said, turning to walk back into English

a minute

grabbing my

"Don't.touch.me."

sneered but

hate me forever Angel.’ He

pulling his

you so

guys I recognize seeing the night at the

nod before returning his attention on me."Why are you so goddamn

I asked him.

us was making my head spin and it took all

"Fine"

said through gritted

"Fine, what?"

eyes snapped towards

you whatever you want to know He sighed

"Really?"

I said in shock.

Axel pressed his body into mine, making my

mine, I wasn't sure what he was trying to find and

got to promise me something.’ He whispered slowly, licking

"What's that?"

trying not look

to promise you'll

looking down at my

in a dazed state, looking at

can go back to not being friends instead of enemies,’

forehead against mine, I wanted to curse myself for enjoying the feeling of his skin

be Axel Deacon who made my

doing

low that I don't

I had an aching desire to push Axel away from me and run

I had no clue what I should say in a situation like

Jesus finally saw my struggle I felt my phone vibrate

I wasn't sure who would

Axel back way slightly but I could still feel his breath

and focus on the message that Wyatt sent

wasn't going to some random bonfire but when Axel snatched my phone out of my hands and told me I couldn't go I suddenly had a change

me what

I huffed out.

"I said no Mia"

his eyes at me, almost daring me to argue with

care what you say.’ I felt the corner

his jaw, obviously not happy

being so serious but I

the

to sound annoyed but I saw the amusement

you're a

I rolled my eyes.

I couldn't help the smile that erupted on my face, I made

you're

was long gone

"Yes, I am."

gave him

be too many people

said through

"I'm going, Axel."

narrowed my

can't just follow you around all the time Mia! I have shit I need

blazing down

asked you

lowly, his eyes turned hard

about to open his mouth to say something but right as his lips parted the bell rang and kids flooded through

chance to slip away from Axel and go back into

get my bag that I

lack of social

with a small smile

grateful not to find Axel waiting for me,

phone and wanted to groan out loud, I told Wyatt that I would go to

Stupid Axel.

BUMP BUMP

top of his lungs, dancing in

and pinch Phoenix cheeks,

NEVER SEEMED

He continued.

front of me, I think Wyatt was trying to annoy him but it wasn't working, he was enjoying

INCLINED! BUMP

reaching

BELIEVE THEY NEVER

They sang in unison.

temper tantrum, he demanded that I rode with Phoenix, Indy

and Angelo but Wyatt was having none of that, which I