Have No Reason by Pamela Jimenez (best ereader for students TXT) 📕

Francisco's POV

I felt that same tug in my chest as Alex walked in. That's happened ever since she moved here last year. The worst of it all, she's my mate. She's hideous for all I know. Not what I can see. Because... I can't see! I'm not blind. She hides herself in baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants.
Alex had long brown hair... I think. What I do know for sure is her face. I have it memorized, and I love what I see. Her eyes are an icy blue, so blue, they're almost unhuman. They have the same fierce look in any kind of mood. Although all she looks at me are faces of hurt and anger. I resent what I did. She has a cute button nose, and big pouty lips perfect for mine. Wait a minute... what just happened?
Ever since she moved here all I did was ignore her. I knew she felt the same pull as I did. But I couldn't help it. She wasn't at all my type. My type was redheads with curves. A real body. A proud body. I sighed and headed to class early. One of the classes I had with Alex. She was already there, of course. In her usual get up. Baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. Though, I must admit, those pants made her ass look huge. And yes, I did look. Can't blame me, can you?
I took my assigned seat. Next to her. Her shoulder scrunched up when I scooted closer to her, to actually get into my seat. They were tiny. Though, she was tinier, she had space between her stomach and the desk. Guess she was skinny. The teacher walked in, her wrinkled face looking bored.
"Okay, class," she yelled at us. "today, we're doing a lab and you're partner will be the person sitting next to you." I looked at Alex and she looked at me. I was getting lost in her big blue eyes, and she automatically looked away. I sighed, and as soon as she was handed the paper, she immediately started working on it. Well, my mate's smart, I thought, that's attractive. But it was.
I had my right hand up and I was twirling a pencil in it. While she was doing a problem, she didn't notice that her sweatshirt sleeve slid off her tan shoulder. I however, couldn't stop staring at it...

Alex's POV

I was working hard on a problem, trying to ignore how close Francisco was to me. Our object we were observing was on his side of the desk. Just great. I reached for it, and I felt his knuckles graze my skin. He growled softly, and I looked at him, squinting my eyes at him in confusion. His upper lip was pulled up and I could see his gums. He looked like he was trying to keep himself together.
His eyes met mine. It was like he was hypnotizing me... I couldn't breathe. I saw his face get closer slowly, but it was too slow for me, so I started to close the distance between us myself. His eyes left mine, and looked down to my lips. All of a sudden, I was free, and I realized what I was doing, so I pulled away. His eyes were dark with lust, and my breath caught. Lust? No, that was impossible. Right?
The bell rung, and I dashed out of there. I needed to get my head together. That meant I needed to get away from him. Away from everybody. Luckily, I had no other classes with 'him' and the rest of the day passed quickly. I walked home, it wasn't long, about 7 minutes. My best friend, Ivan, stepped in beside me. I smiled at him, and he smiled at me, looking nervous. "What's wrong?" I asked him, and he shrugged and looked away. Okay... weird.
We stopped at my front door, and I turned to say goodbye to him. I froze when I saw that he was staring at me intently. "Alex, I need to tell you something," he said, more like whispered. I nodded, not understanding. "I like you, Alex, more than friends, and... I need to know how you feel about me." He rushed and my eyes widened.
I took that time to look him over. He was cute. Dirty blond hair with warm chocolate brown eyes. He was tall, just the right build, and a great personality. I've never thought about him other than a big brother... until now. He liked me. More than friends. I'm not ugly, I know that much, and he was the only one who has seen my body. Not like that, just... he's over all the time, and at home, I'm in a tank top and sleeping shorts. He was shocked the first time he saw me like that. I smiled as I thought over that memory.
"Please, Alex, the suspense is killing me," he begged me, looking scared, and a little defeated. "Just one date, please, and if you don't care for me like I do for you, then I won't bother you anymore about this. Just..." he rambled on, shrugging, "please, one date."
I sighed and smiled a little bit. "Okay, one date." I agreed, and he smiled so wide I thought his face would split in half. I was happy, but deep down, I wondered why I felt like I was cheating.

Francisco's POV

I walked into the classroom and Alex was there, and I froze. She was different. Gorgeous. She wasn't in her usual get up today. She was only in a white button up shirt, wearing a black pencil skirt, and in high heels. She stood up and made her way to me. It was only us in here. I actually saw her legs. Long, tan, slender, and sexy. My throat felt dry and my breath hitched.
"Francisco," she whispered in my ear, and I groaned. "do you want me?" She asked me and I nodded frantically.
I brought my hands to her slim waist, drinking in her new found curves greedily. "God, I do. I never knew you were like this. I want you." I told her, and she smirked, her full lips looking delicious. I leaned in and she backed away.
Her hands rubbed my chest and biceps and spoke with a hard voice. "Well, too bad. Ivan and I are together now. You waited too long. You think I'd really just forget what you did to me?" She laughed darkly, smiling smugly. I shook my head, trying to speak, but she wouldn't let me. "You ruined me. That's why I'm like I am." She cried, running away from me. My heart sunk and I reached out to her, I wanted to cry with her now. Ivan appeared out of nowhere, and pulled her to him, glaring at me. I growled and lunged at him, beyond angry, I saw red.
She smiled at him and they started kissing. I felt my heart crumple and break into pieces. I broke down, not caring who saw me. Then I felt a touch that sent tingles up and down my arm and warming my whole body. A warm finger lifted my chin, and I looked into Alex's face. Her face was torn. "I still love you," she muttered, smiling a little.

That was when I woke up.

My breath was coming in quick pants and I was sweating. It had felt so real. The ache in my groin felt so real. I looked down and I groaned. Yep, it was real. Better take a cold shower.
After, I just sat there, thinking of the dream. Ivan? I know him... he's my buddy. Some buddy he is. But, I don't know if that dream was true... I sighed, I didn't know what to think anymore. I was just so tired of this. Between me and Alex was supposed to be love and trust. But instead, we had hatred and confusion. But I know that was my fault.
Her body... was that my imagination? Or the reality? It might just be... I was dying to find out. But, alas, today was Saturday, and I'd have to wait till Monday to actually find out. Usually I was hoping that the weekend would last forever, but now... I wish it'd hurry the hell up.

Alex's POV

I woke up feeling refreshed, and still a little guilty. What the hell? I didn't do anything wrong, I told my brain. I shook my head and just laid there for a few moments. I smiled as I thought how sweet Ivan was. After I told him yes, he smiled and lifted me off the ground, spinning me around. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck so I wouldn't fall.
He let me down and smiled adoringly at me. I bit my lip and looked down. He kissed my cheek, his lips lingering there. He said he'd call me later for the details. I teased him on how excited he was about our date. And his response was, "Hell yeah, I am!"
Then my thoughts reluctantly drifted to Francisco. Even though the two men were completely different, I held feelings for both of them. With Francisco, I was focused on the past, and for Ivan... it-he-could be my future... my heart stirred at that thought. Though, I couldn't tell if it was happy about that thought. After all, I was thinking with my brain for all of this.
Francisco had jet black hair and it was always styled in a really messy way. Really sexy way, too. He had gorgeous hazel eyes, straight nose, and kissable lips. A strong jawline, high cheekbones. I sighed... Perfection.

Francisco's POV

It was Monday morning. Finally. Though, now I was having a couple second thoughts. My wolf disagreed. He used this as an excuse to get close to her, to actually make skin-to-skin contact. Don't get me wrong, I wanted that too... more than anything. But I had my image to protect.
I already knew today was going to go fast, since I hadn't made