Chapter 57

Brielle's POV

4 months later

A lot has changed in this seemingly short span of time. A memorial was held for Mia at school and everyone started walking on eggshells around Blake or kept apologizing that his sister had died with looks of pity. It pissed Blake off that he completely stopped coming to school, so I was by myself. At that time, everyone would come and ask me about Blake, but I managed to swiftly evade them.

Besides coming to school, Blake was busy with pack matters now that he had become an active Alpha. He attends meetings and parties all over the country. Sometimes he goes away for longer than a week. I hardly ever get to see him. We text and call each other from time to time, but even that is not enough. I miss him so much. I can't wait for Friday to come.

He promised to pick me up for lunch. We have gone on lunch dates during the last 3 months. Each time is special and I want more. And that being said, I have been holding off something important from him. I have already made up my mind and I want to be his. It's been quite a while since I made this decision, but I failed to bring it up myself.

I was kind of waiting for Blake to bring up the topic, but he never did. I think he was being patient and understanding and as I was waiting for him, he was waiting for me. So, I was going to tell him that I accepted being his mate. In my head, it sounded simple, but as Friday neared I was getting cold feet. I needed a boost to be able to go through with this. At this moment is when I wished I had a female best friend to gush about boys with. I couldn't talk to boys with Anthony.

We have been talking as well. He told me that he has a girlfriend. He sent me a picture as well. A sweet little nerd. She is cute. I didn't think she was Anthony's type but things happened. I mean he managed to be my friend. He introduced me to her on a video call, and we talked, but we are not close enough for me to tell her something I had not told Anthony about.

I came back from a long day of school. There was gym class which was such a drag. I had to run around, which I absolutely hated, but I couldn't sit it out. I wanted to face being sick, but I knew somehow that would get to Blake, and he would drop everything to come to me. He did it one time when I couldn't answer my phone because I slept through the day and I didn't hear it ring.

I woke up and he was already there. He was worried and wanted to check on me. He seemed genuinely stressed, so I made it a point not to keep my phone too far. I would have loved to give him a scare so he would come running to me, but that's not nice and, I don't want to distract him. I'm sure, with his new role, he has a lot on his plate. And, I know even though he doesn't tell me because he doesn't want me to worry, he is looking for his sister's murder.

I feel so useless. I wish that was something I could do to be useful to him, but for now, taking care of myself and focusing on my school work is all I can do to make sure he doesn't worry about everything else and me as well. I just want to make him happy and see him smile. And I know that what I am planning to tell him will make him the happiest he has ever been.

Time goes by slowly when you are looking forward to something. Nonetheless, Friday came along. I had sent Blake a message the night before that we should change lunch to dinner. He agreed and told me that he would fetch me in the evening. Much better. Now that it was Friday, I was in a good mood.

I endured a few hours of school with anticipation. Once the last bell rang, I had already packed my bag, so I grabbed it and ran out of school. When I got back home, I wasted no time and rummaged through my closet for a descent for a dinner date. The dilemma of my life. Gosh, this was getting too stressful for me to handle, but for some reason I knew that even if I went out to meet him in my pajama's he wouldn't mind at all.

He only prefers to have me by his side, as I do. I smiled at that thought and right at that moment, a dress caught my eye. I pulled it out and held it in front of me in awe. A puff sleeve midi floral dress. It was perfect. I felt like it would look good on me. I hoped it would. I liked it and I knew that Blake would feel the same. I should make a note to thank my mother for forcing me to buy some dresses once in a while. It comes in handy at a critical time. Mothers sure do know best... sometimes.

I had to get ready on time. I do not want to keep Blake waiting as I can't wait to see him myself. There was nothing in the way, as everyone knew about my relationship with Blake and that he and I had dinner plans tonight. My family was surprisingly easy going about it. It felt like they really trusted Blake with me, and I was more than happy. Same so on Blake's side. There was no opposition to our relationship. Perhaps the fact that we are soul mates plays a bigger role in this. It doesn't matter.

Who would have thought? I, Brielle Johnson, would go out of my way for a boy and be eager to see him. I have truly changed in all that time and I couldn't be happier that I was completely out of my shell. I must admit that the memories of who I was influenced a bit of that change. I completely remember who I was very clearly, although I don't know why. Who I was doesn't change my current situation, so I don't tend to dwell on it. It just helps overcome situations at times.

I wondered whether Blake had remembered who he was. I tried several times to bring that up, but I couldn't. If nothing is happening to him, then I am afraid he won't understand. And I just want him thinking that the only reason I am with him is that I am clinging to the past, although it is partly true.

I hope it all comes to him in time. If it doesn't, I will simply cherish that time as my own. Anyway, enough about the past. Blake is going to be getting here at 19:00 o'clock and I have an hour and a half to get ready.

I went to the washroom and took a shower. I washed my hair rather thoroughly because Blake enjoys running his fingers though my hair or sniffling it. And that is why I have taken a liking to letting my hair down a lot so it could be easier for him to handle. Once I was done, I got out and wrapped a towel on my body and another, used to dry my hair.

I sat in front of the vanity mirror. As tonight is a little bit special, I felt like going all the way out. Well... not to the extreme. I carefully made my make-up clean and soft. Once that was done, I blow-dried my hair and straightened it. My look was done and I got dressed. I put on a pendant he gave me. I hardly wore it, afraid that my clumsy ass would lose it somewhere, so I kept it in my jewelry box like treasure. I can put it on today.

I went with my sandals and I took a look at myself in the mirror. Even if I wasn't a pro. I had simply outdone myself. I was happy with the way I looked.