*Beep beep beep beep* my alarm is obnoxiously ringing, the sound for me to get up. I swear that sound is in my nightmares, I dread waking up if you haven't noticed. If you're wondering, I got out of the hospital a week ago and it's now Friday, almost the weekend. I get up and do my morning routine. Then I run down the stairs and grab some breakfast, a granola bar. I walk out of the door and sit on the steps. While I'm waiting for Tate I spot Seth. He has a black eye and cuts on his face. It surprises me that they haven't healed yet. Then Tate comes out of the house and sees Seth, each giving each other the death glare. They really are friends but Tate would rather be friends with me than him, as I was told. It seems that neither of them got suspended. Weird.
"Hey, whats up?" I say nudging Tate and he flinches and smiles at me. I wonder whats wrong with him.
"Nothing much, ready to go to hell?" He says, referring to the hellhole high school we go to.
"Yea, I guess" I say taking the keys from him and running to the car.
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"Oh look, the brat is here." Brittany snickers slamming my locker on my fingers. I wince and pick up the fallen books.
"Why are you even friends with her, your to cool for her" she says, placing a disgusting hand on Tate's chest. A wave of jealousy hits me but it quickly vanishes when he swats her hand off.
"Don't touch me you slut, who knows. STD's might be contagious." he spits out, venom lacing his voice. Before she can reply he grabs my hand and pulls me away. He enters the boy's bathroom, with me. I've been in there before, it's kind of a hide out.
"Out now" he says using his beta voice. Everyone scrambles out and into the packed hallways. The minute they all leave tears start rolling down my face. Tate is the only person that has seen me cry like this. The only person I trust, other than my sister. But, I can't let her see me break down like this. I have to stay strong for her.
"You want to skip today" he says grabbing my backpack and helping me up off of the dirty floor.
"Y-Yea" I stutter out and we both walk out of the school and drive. Not to the pack house, but to the mall. We always go there when we skip. It's kind of a tradition. I don't skip as much as it may seem but sometimes you just need a break from everyone that breaks you.
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"What about this" I say. We're at the mall trying on super expensive clothes, that we have no intention on buying. I'm wearing a light purple dress that goes down to my knees. It fits my curves perfectly then flares out when it reaches my waist. It's strapless and has sequins under the breast area.
"Oh. My. God. You look good." he says raising his eyebrows creepily.
"I'm going to take it off.. Weirdo" I turn and take the dress off in the changing room.
"Next stop, Victoria Secret" he says.
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"NO"
"YESSSSS, you need some nice undergarmets, I've seen your things. Hello Kitty underwear?" he says chuckling, my face turns a bright shade of red.
"Fine, but those are from years ago." I say coming out of the dressing room and placing the dress back on the hanger. I glance down at my phone and see that it is already noon.
"Can we go after lunch" I plead, popping out my bottom lip, resorting to pouting, "I'm starving"
"Yea, what do you want to eat" he says surveying the food court. His eyes land on a certain place. Pizza Hut. Of course.
"I will take one slice of cheese pizza please"I say to the man at the place. He seems to be about my age, and he was good looking. He had blonde hair in a quiff and glowing blue eyes. But... He wasn't a werewolf. His eyes were focused on my breasts. I was wearing a v neck that showed some cleavage. My c cup. Pervert.
"Pepperoni" Tate says not seeming to notice the man staring at me. I mind link him. Help, this guy is eye raping me. Then Tate's attention snaps to the man and gives him the death stare. When we are paying the man writes something on a slip of paper and hands it to me, his number.
"Call me."
"You can call me. Call me her boyfriend." Tate says. It doesn't bother me because we do this all the time. Whenever someone is hitting on the other person and that person is not his mate. We say were dating. Every time, I get butterflies.
"Sorry, I didn't realize" He mumbles. I set the paper down on the counter when he gives us our food.
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"Ew, no. When would I wear that" I say, setting down the lingerie Tate picked out for me. Were at Victoria's Secret. He picked out a red bra with lacy panties. I really hate that word. Panties. Ugh.
"When you meet your mate" he says, almost like he's asking a question. Then he hands me his next choice. A black corset that laced up in the back and was like a one piece. It had bottoms too. Just my type. Then it had the suspender things that went to my thigh. Sexy. I went to the changing room to try it on. It fit perfectly and I looked... hot. That's a first.
"Let me see"
"NO!"
"Fine, does it look good?"
"I think"
"Then let's get it" he says. I change back to my normal clothes and we head to the cash register. I paid for the lingerie and a few pairs of bra's and underwear, and we headed home. By the time we got back it was already 6.
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"SURPRISE!" the whole pack yelled to us when we entered the balloon filled room. Streamers were everywhere. Oh yeah. It's that bastard, Seth's, birthday. Ugh. It's his 18th birthday and he is supposed to find his mate. Poor girl. Everyone sighed and grumbled, then returned to their previous positions. Tate and I exchanged looks then ran upstairs.
"I really don't want to be down there" i grumbled entering my room, Tate following me.
"Me. Neither." He said flopping down on the bed. Me jumping on next to him. Tate stared at me for a second them his hands traveled to my waist and he started TICKLING me! I squirmed around but he's a lot taller and stronger than me. I started to cry I was laughing so hard. He stopped and was hovering over me. We stopped laughing and stared at each other.
"You're so beautiful." he breathed out, minty breath fanning my face. He leaned in closer so our lips were only an inch apart.
"Tate?"
"Yes"
"I-I love you" I stuttered out.
"I love you too, Cecilia" he said. He does!? He leans closer, staring at my eyes the whole time them gently pressing his soft lips to mine. Tate placed his hands on my waist, drawling circles with his fingertips. My petite hands raked through his hair, tugging gently. He let out a groan when I pulled harder. Then a moan escaped my lips and my eyes shot open and I giggled. We parted for air and Tate's lips traveled to my jaw and down my neck. Just then, the door was broken down and the person I hate the most barged in. Seth
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"Love is that condition in the human spirit so profound that it allows me to survive, and better than that, to thrive with passion, compassion, and style."
Maya Angelou
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I Hate My Mate
Random*Beep beep beep* the sound of the familiar machine next to me. The hospital. Ugh. I should be dead. A tear slid down my face before I turned to face the people next to me. Tate was sleeping in an uncomfortable looking hospital chair and Seth was se...
