y/n pov
I step into class, my eyes still a little sore from crying. I had this amazing sexual experience with Jake, and even an amazing soulful connection with him. I was his mate. He is mine.
Yet he was so upset after I told him I loved him. It didn't make sense. Was I too ugly?
No, that wasn't it. Even if it's true. He was disgusted at himself. He thought that his gorgeous wolf body, with the beautiful abs and hairy limbs, was a monster. He may be to others, but not me. He was perfect for me. I wish he could see that.
This class was bound to help brighten my depressing mood. I was supposed to pick up my healthy green smoothie that I have every morning from the cafe, but instead got picked up by a beautiful, dark, intense boy, who had given me a different kind of drink. My history class was amazing; most of my friends were in it; Maria, Bernie, Jayden, Henry The Seventh Bartholomew, and Ling Po Ching Fa Fing.
I once called Ling Po Ching Fa Fing a nickname, 'Ling', since it was easier, but he started going off about how the least I could do as a white woman was call him his whole name, because the past wasn't 'easier' for his ancestors. I didn't really understand what he meant, but it seemed funny, so I laughed. Bernie had farted in my face after I did so.
And also, I'm not even white. I'm French.
As soon as I stepped into the classroom, a fan blew at my face, making all my hair flow behind me gracefully. I scurried to put my hair back in place. My hair hid the worst of the scars from the accident. I felt everyone's eyes on me, and I blushed. I hate attention.
The only empty seat was at the back with the boys, but Maria was sitting in MY usual spot. The boys start laughing at something SHE said. It couldn't even be that funny. Girls can't really be funny, except for me though, since I hang out with a lot of boys, I know what kind of humor sets them off. They probably were faking their laughs.
"Oh shit, my bad," Maria says, looking at my face. She shifts into the next seat, near Bernie. Bernie doesn't really let me sit next to him, but I think he's just worried about giving me his drug habit or something. I sit next to Jayden and my childhood best friend, Aiden.
Aiden was a brunette, a beautiful one, at that. His jaw was set nicely against his face, sharp, and gorgeous as ever. He had fluffy hair, like the boys you saw on TikTok. He was really nerdy and shy though. Still attractive.
"Hey, Y/n," he says, shyly. A sweet smile spreads across his handsome face, and then he looks away, abashed.
"Hi, Aiden," I give him my brightest smile. We would tell each other everything, but I couldn't let him know about Jake. I smile to hide the storm brewing up inside of me.
I try not to focus on my feelings. Instead, I watch my friends bicker and argue over the smallest things. Ling Po Ching Fa Fing tries to hit on Jessica, sitting in front of him, while she rolls her eyes and looks away, muttering something that sounds like, "Go back to the rice fields, weirdo."
Jayden is staring at Henry, while he makes a thirst trap. He arches his back, and lifts his white shirt with his teeth to reveal hard-rock abs, tongue poking out as he makes eye contact with the camera. The Weeknd is playing in the background. Jayden grins and affection is in his brown eyes. It was so cute watching him look at Henry like that. They truly are the bestest friends.
Maria leans forward and addresses me. "Hey, Y/n. I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean to make you feel insecure or anything."
I know that Harper made her apologize. Maria HATES me. I know I'm not pretty, but I think she thinks I'm more beautiful than her or something. Which is SO dumb. She's so pretty with her makeup. I don't know why. It might also be that she's jealous because I'm closer with the boys than she is.
