Mated With The Beta

Chapter 5. J + E

Waking up to silence, except hearing the beautiful birds chirping, and the rising sun going in my ey- wait sun?

Shooting my eyes open I look at my clock, I see the time, 11:39.

Fuck. Its Friday today!... I'm just gonna.. excuse my absence.. there we go.

Sitting up, I wince, feeling the soreness in-between my cheeks. Great. Getting out of bed, I open my window to let in fresh air. Catching the scent of fresh baked cherry pie, but only for a whiff. Maybe one of my neighbors were baking. I know Ms. Harolds bakes for the homeless when she watches those sad commercials.

Walking down stairs, I see my mom sweeping the floor, she looked up, noticing my presence.

" So, how was school today? " She asked, sarcastically.

" I accidentally overslept, I have all A's, and I can do some chores if that keeps you from beating my butt with a belt. " I say, trying to be able to sit for a week.

" Ok, fine. I want you to sweep the house, dust the living room, hmm.. and clean the bathrooms as well as do your laundry. " My lovely mother orders.

I have had more for doing less.

" Already done, Mama "

Walking up to my room, I grab my laundry. I like to do the smaller things first, then the bigger things. Anyways, I put my laundry in the empty basket, because Mama was already using the laundry machine.

Grabbing the broom before leaving, I head to the living room and sweep the crumbs into a pile... Then I obviously sweep the crumbs under the couch. I like sweeping the living room because of being able to do that.

Walking into the dining area, I begin sweeping, noticing my mother went to her room.

Meh. Realizing I finished the dining room, I swept the kitchen, and hallway, as well as the stairs, so she can't get mad or anything. But, at 1:22, I finished my chores.

°•○ Everett's POV ○•°

Driving back to the neighborhood that Mate is living in, I park a few spaces before the house, to not arouse much suspicion. Walking to the house, I look in the window to apparently the living room and Oh my Goddess... That's gotta be him. A short little guy, brown hair, still wearing pajamas. Wait.. today is Friday, why isn't he at school or work? And sweeping? Is he married to some hot guy named Chad?

My wolf whines at the thought of someone who isn't me, with the small mate.

Watching him sweep the floor, I notice him sweep the dust under the couch, and start sweeping in the dining room. He looks so sweet, but I can't help but notice no ring on any of those petite fingers. My wolf feels better with that in mind.

Sometime in the afternoon, he finishes, and somehow didn't notice me following him from the outside. With my werewolf hearing, I hear him talking.. to... I guess himself, there's nobody there. I see that woman walk back downstairs, talking to my little mate, and then he goes upstairs, moving to another window, I see he went to the room on the right side.

Walking up in front of the house, I look for any witnesses, and I climb the decorative tree, infront of the little mate's room. I need to get him to make his house safer for him, the fact I can do this is awful.

Looking in, I see Mate sitting on a chair, at a desk by the window, and he starts to talk to himself.

" Ugh, fucking Ari, why the fuck did she have to floss my asshole that hard. I should punch her in her fucking fat ass face. Whatever... Ooh Flamingo posted! "

What?

Ok so.. uh.. somebody gave Mate a wedgie and.. that's all I know. Probably not an adult with a job then.. unless he's into that?

I take a look at him sitting down, his curly hair framing his face, his innocent eyes and little button nose..

Nah I don't think he is.

But, I need to come up with a plan soon, on how to make Mate fall in love with me.

" JAMIE, COME DOWN STAIRS "

" COMING, MA! "

Jamie.. cute.

I watch him check the time, and mumble something about work.

Jumping down, I hide in the front bush, and watch the two interact. The woman- err Jamie's mother talks to him about not skipping school. If he skipped today, then he probably is immature with handling his schedule, or is just immature in general.

Traits of being submissive~~ My wolf, Sebastian sings in my head. Little shit.

I hear him say that he needs to get to work, and to save leftovers from dinners for him if he's late.

I watch the small beauty walk upstairs, and I quickly and quietly go to my car, and begin to wait for the cute gnome to finish getting ready.