The Rejected Omega And The Werewolf King

Promposal

Lindsey POV



"Lindsey, will you be my date for Prom?" I stared at Mathew, taking in the words, feeling his hand touching mine, him still on his bended knee. For a moment I wanted to jump for joy, but another part of me, a small part of me was suspicious. Was this all a setup of some kind? Were Tiffany and her friends in the wings ready to jump out and start laughing at me? Was I being pranked? I swallowed hard. It was the only explanation I could think of. My spirits sank. 

"Who put you up to this?" I asked, withdrawing my hand and glancing around the library, seeing several students openly staring but none that were openly laughing at me or pointing. 

Mathew looked confused. "Put me up to what?" he asked "the promposal?" he added perplexed "this was my idea. I really wanted to ask you," he said shyly "have wanted to for a while now."

"Oh," I said blushing profusely and feeling guilty. Way to go, Lindsey, you've probably turned him off you now. I glanced down at the beautiful red rose bouquet. This was the first time ever that I had received flowers of any kind. I touched them wistfully. Mathew got up from his bended knee and straightened himself up, a grimace on his face. He looked a little exasperated. 

"Well," he said a little impatiently "will you come to prom with me?"

I gaped. He still wanted to go with me? "You still want to go with me," I said with a squeak. 

He nodded, running a hand through his gelled hair. "Yeah," he said with a shrug "if you want to that is?" he asked a little amused. 

I beamed. "I'd love to," I told him shyly. Oh my god, I wanted to shriek with excitement. Nothing this good ever happens to me.



Hollers were coming from the students. Mathew looked pleased. "We'll work out the details later," he told me with a duck of his head "I uh gotta get back to class."

My mouth fell open. Had he skipped class to ask me to prom? He hastily began to walk out of the library, purpose in his steps, a wide smile on his face. I'm sure there was just as big a grin on my own. I couldn't wait to go home and tell Beth that someone had actually asked me to go to prom. She was going to be ecstatic when she found out. It made her go to the trouble of asking for me to have the day off, all worth it. Now I had to worry about finding a dress, I mused, sitting back down at the table and staring blankly at my homework. I found I couldn't concentrate on it now, I was much too excited! This was what it felt like to be a normal girl! I almost giggled. 



What kind of dress would I wear? There were so many choices I mused. I could wear a long cocktail dress but my stature was quite short and petite so perhaps a shorter style dress would be more suitable. The problem was that I didn't tend to wear dresses, as I spent so long in the pack house doing chores, there was no need for them. I was going to have to rely heavily on Beth to help me choose one that suited the coloring of my skin and my eyes. 



The bell rang and I packed up my homework and grabbed the bouquet, making my way to the locker and placing the bouquet gingerly inside. Then I went to my next class where I paid only half attention to my maths teacher who looked a bit put out by the lack of enthusiasm by the students. I didn't have any classes with Mathew, in fact, the only time I ever saw him was either in the cafeteria at lunchtime or in the library. I was hoping to see him at lunchtime. But there was no such luck, I saw with disappointment as I surveyed the tables and saw that he was missing. I ended up spending lunchtime outside, with Max happily greeting me. 

"I got invited to prom can you believe it Max," I told the dog, unaware that somebody was listening to my every word "Mathew asked me today and gave me a beautiful rose bouquet. It was so romantic" I let out a breath. I handed over my bologna sandwich to the dog who happily ate it all up and then licked my face as I laughed. 

"I can't believe I'm going to the prom" I squealed happily and hugged the dog who patiently withstood it. I wish he would let me take him home but every time I finished school he had vanished without a trace, almost as though he knew the reason why I was looking for him and it's not like I could tie him to a tree or anything for that length of time. That would be cruel. 

Max lapped at my face and I giggled, shooing him away as the bell rang. I glanced at my backpack and sighed. I had one more class to go and that was English. I placed my backpack over my shoulder and gave Max a hug goodbye watching sadly as he bounded away back into the forest. His fur was less matted now and silkier and he was starting to grow out now, with all the food I was giving him. I suspected I wasn't the only one feeding him, due to the amount he was growing out and wondered who else could possibly be feeding him. 



I walked inside and through the corridors, heading into Mrs. Jones's class, and gulped as I saw the look of exasperation on her face. "Prom is in a few weeks," she said tight-lipped "and I told you I would give you until after prom to finish your assignment. But how many of you," she said with a deadly pause "have begun your novel?"

There was awkward fidgeting and moving in chairs, while I and a few other students raised our hands. Mrs. Jones barely shot me a glance but she already knew that I'd started my novel in earnest. She was busy glaring at the other students. 

"Who has bothered to do an outline of their book? The plot?" she prompted. 

Silence. I was bewildered. Didn't Mrs. Jones give us the last lesson to write our outline? What the hell had the other students been doing? Even Derek was fidgeting in his chair but as I glanced up I froze. He was glaring at me with utter hatred in his eyes. What the hell was that about? Why was there such contempt in his face and such rage in his eyes? What had I done to piss him off so much? 



Tiffany was shooting me dirty looks as well but glancing between me and Derek. Heaven knows what that was about as well. Mrs. Jones harrumphed. "Why do I bother" she muttered. "I want a plot outline before you leave today" she declared and there was muttering amongst everyone as students sulkily got out some paper and pens to do just that as Mrs. Jones sat behind her desk and watched everyone with a raised eyebrow. I got out my novel and continued to write my chapters, getting so engrossed in the writing that I almost didn't catch the bell ringing. I jumped when the bell rang and then shaking my head and laughing softly to myself, began to put away my novel and my paper and pens, before hoisting my backpack over my shoulder. I walked to my locker and opened it, grabbing hold of my rose bouquet and shutting it, before walking out the door and towards the forest. 



Something snatched the rose bouquet out of my hands and I turned around to see a triumphant-looking Derek. "What are you doing, give that back" I shrieked, reaching up high to try and grab them, Derek hoisting the bouquet above his head. He began to march into the forest and I followed, wondering what he was about. Tiffany and her friends were waiting and my heart sank as Derek tossed the bouquet to Tiffany. 

"Awww" cooed Tiffany "a rose bouquet. How cute. Thank you, Derek."

"That's mine," I said with gritted teeth. Did they have to ruin everything? Why couldn't they just leave me alone? What business was this of theirs? 

"I hear that you got asked to prom today Lindsey" continued Tiffany as though I hadn't spoken, Candy and another of her friends surged forward, "some nerd asked you didn't they?" she asked cackling. 

"His name is Mathew and he's nothing but a damn goth" Derek snarled, folding his arms and glowering at me "but then why doesn't it surprise me that you would say yes to anybody that asked you slut" he growled. 

For a moment even Tiffany looked taken aback by that. There was such vehemence in his voice. 

"I am not a slut" I shouted, "it's no different to Tiffany going to the prom with you is it Derek?" I shot back. 

He glared at me, his eyes flashing black and then back to normal, his wolf coming close to the surface, I noted. 

"The difference is I've known Tiffany for ages" he snapped "while you've barely known Mathew for longer than five minutes."



Tiffany looked uncertain now, glancing between the two of us, Candy and her other friend stopping in their tracks. 

"Who cares Derek" she hissed "it's not like it affects you now does it?"

He opened his mouth and then shut it, glancing away. "No it doesn't," he said gruffly but there was something in the tone of the voice that made Tiffany even angrier than she already was. 

"Get her" she shouted to Candy and her other friend, who darted forward and grabbed hold of my arms, holding me in place as I bucked out, kicking and writhing. 

Tiffany brought the bouquet of roses closer and I noticed with horror the thorns glistening in the sunlight. She smiled wickedly. "Let's see if Mathew still wants to take you to prom after I'm finished with you," she said, and then, she brought one of the roses up and slashed it down across my face as I let out a howl of pain. It throbbed. Derek glanced at me and for a moment I swear I saw an apologetic look on his face but just as quickly it was gone. She slashed me across the cheek and I saw blood spurt onto the ground. 

"Stop" I begged but Tiffany wasn't finished. She slashed me across the other cheek, grinning maniacally. 

"Oh I know this will heal," she said dismissively "but it doesn't take away from the fun of it."

"You bitch" I hissed and she slashed me across the forehead, almost gouging me in the eye. 

"Oops," she said sarcastically "that was close."



I was sobbing now, on my knees while Derek came closer, grabbing hold of Tiffany and stopping her from slashing me again. 

"That's enough" he growled, "she's bleeding all over the floor."

Tiffany tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Since when do you care?"

"She's going to be late for her duties to the pack house," said Derek "and do you want the Luna to be mad at you for that?"

Tiffany considered. The girls tossed me into the dirt floor as I sobbed. My whole face felt like it was aflame. "I guess we can leave her like this," said Tiffany meanly "she's learned her lesson. Whore that she is."

She began to rip apart the rose bouquet in front of my eyes, letting the petals and broken stems fall onto the forest floor. Tears filled my eyes. "I bet that was the first time you ever got flowers too" muttered Derek from above me sounding a bit jealous. 

Tiffany turned around and began to sashay away. "Are you coming, Derek?"

"I'll be right there" he promised and she pouted but continued on her way. 

I tensed waiting for the inevitable hit or kick but instead, he spat, right next to my face as I cringed. "You're nothing but a whore who'll spread her legs for anybody who'll show her the slightest bit of attention," he said coldly "just like your mother" he added cryptically and then left me there, lying in the dirt, scratches covering my face, surrounded by the stems and petals of red roses.

Chapter 15 - The Rejected Omega And The Werewolf King