Being the Bad boy Alpha's Mate

Chapter 1 - No backsies.

"Jake do you have my iPod?" I shouted downstairs to my brother.

"No you left it in the car last night."he shouted back.

"Hey what's with all the yelling?" my mother questioned from down the hall.

"Sorry mom." Jake and I shouted back simultaneously.

Go twin power.

Twins 1 all you other boring normal people zero.

I like to keep a mental note of how awesome it is having a twin...well most of the time anyways.

I heaved a sigh as I zipped up my last suitcase.

Here We go again.We were moving. Again.

Frustration, annoyance, anger, were all words I could use to describe how I was feeling right now but acceptance? Yea that was nowhere near the top of the list. Hell it wasn't even on the list.

When we first moved here , I was only nine, I didn't really understand the job opportunity that my mother had been given by moving to this state. I only understood that I would have to leave all my friends behind, all my favourite hangouts and even my childhood crush Jason.

Actually the only positive that came from leaving my home town was that I was happily able to leave behind he who shall not be named. Let's just call him vermin.

And you know what? I was better for it. I came to this new town and met all these amazing people and had all these wonderful experiences and interesting future prospects and just like that I'm back to square one, all of it was being taken from me. Again!

And now ... Now I had to move back to said hometown and just leave all the friends I had made here, all the secret hangout spots I'd found. I'd even be leaving behind my crush, Lamar - who I was making slow and steady progress with by the way, I'm pretty sure he was on the verge of asking me out but now this just jacks a hammer in all my plans cause crush wise I've basically moved to another continent.

So was I liking this move?

The answer to that is No with a captial NOT ONE ASS LICKING, MONKEY JUMPING, CAR SWERVING BIT.

A little over board on the adjectives there?

Yea I know, I do that. Its a thing. I'm working on it.

So now as I walked to my room door I turned back slowly, looking around just to make sure I wasn't leaving anything - terrible habit of mine.

And would you look at that, unsurprisingly I realize that I've left my phone plugged in the wall still charging. I could never really endure long car rides without music so I made sure I had it charged.

Thank the heavens I saw it though.

If I left this, I would never have survived.

It would have pretty much sucked balls.

I quickly walked over and retrieved it, sticking it into my back left pocket for safe keeping in case I got the urge to rest it down somewhere again.

Finally finished with the room I began making my way towards the door .... Again.

This time I looked ... I Really looked, at what I was leaving behind.

My rooms purple walls now looked bland and ugly without all my posters of artists and singers and all the other shit I had had up there. It really made the room appear so much smaller now that the walls were bare. It was sad really. And it only made the reality of my moving hit me even harder. Pathetically, I felt tears pricking my eyes and it stung holding them back as I chided myself, life is change-change is life, the two are synonymous, neither one can exist without the other.