In love with the teacher, the werewolf alpha, the bad boy, and the vampire

Chapter 1: New state, New school, New troubles

Sunlight danced across my face, filtering in through my light peach curtains and making my aquamarine room seem to resemble the ocean floor.

With a heavy heart, I pushed back my Egyptian silk sheets, nearly tumbling out of bed, my hair, golden like a sunset, falling on my face, my perfect curls tickling my back.

I turned to the small nightstand next to me, and reached out to my Iphone 6, hoping that maybe my old friends from California wouldn't forget about me in the three weeks that it took to move here. (My dad was BFFS with Steve Jobs before he died, so we were set on all the new apple gear) The screen lit up, showing over three hundred missed messages, and several missed calls. NO ONE WAS EVEN TRYING TO CONTACT ME.

I flipped through the messages, reading my friends mock me with their messages stating "Call me some time!", "I miss you already!" and "I'm coming to visit Kansas ASAP!" After sixteen years of friendship, I just didn't think it would be enough to keep my friends and I together.

Stretching, I glanced into my body length mirror and nearly recoiled at the sight in front of me. Perfect golden curled hair slipped down my shoulders, nearly down to my lower back, and not a hair out of place, even though I had just slept for over twelve hours. My flawless skin was tanned and blemish-free, needing no make up. Full lips and a straight nose on my heart-shaped face, my huge turquoise eyes, framed by long lashes, stared back at me. How could I go to school like this? If I got even more hideous, I'd have to start wearing a paper bag in public!

My bare feet passing over my Persian carpet, I headed towards my walk in closet, hoping that the poor excuse I had for a wardrobe would be enough for today.

My maids, Elizabeth and Sarah, were already waiting as they handed me my outfit, a pair of diamond -encrusted Fendi jeans, a glittering, tight, gold Gucci top, and a pair of coach shoes. How would anyone want to be friends with me when I had such horrible clothing?

Pulling on the perfect fitted jeans, my hour-glass figure looking perfect in them, even though I ate whatever I wanted all the time and wasn't really interested in any sports, I just couldn't gain weight! It was a curse, never having to do something and always having the perfect figure, I thought, shaking my head sadly.

I put on some chap stick, needing no other make up to make me look any worse, and stepped into the elevator going downstairs, not wanting to have to walk down the four stories again, in my modest sized,  five story, thirty bedroom home.

My parents were both famous entrepreneurs, making a modest few million dollars each year with their unique companies completely owned by my family. As you could tell, life was pretty hard for me.

Reaching the bottom level, I stepped out into my massive kitchen, watching my mom dance around on the marble floors as she flipped pancakes. My dad sat at a huge ebony colored table, his face in a smile as he glanced at my mother, he flipped the page of the newspaper, his honey-colored hair nicely styled and already in a Gucci suit to begin the day.

My mother lit up as she saw me, her dark brown curls fluttering as she smiled at me, her features so similar to my own, besides my hair and eyes, which I got from my dad.

She pulled out a chair for me, placing a plate of perfect golden-brown pancakes and orange juice in front of me.

"Caitlin, sweety, you look beautiful!" she cooed, stroking my hair.

I sighed, not understanding why my parents couldn't pay more attention to me.

I scarfed down the pancakes and pushed my plate back, getting ready to head towards the door when my father turned to me, blue eyes glistening as he said something about his little girl growing up and going to highschool and bla bla bla. I rolled my eyes, muttering goodbye as he handed me $100 for lunch, why did my parents hate me so much?

Fear seized me as I approached the door, knowing that I would instantly be the out cast at my new school, probably making no friends at all.

I suddenly thought of grabbing my helicopter and flying to the Bahamas, but new my parents would hate me even more if I ran, so I stomped out the door, passing the perfectly manicured lawn and exotic flowers over to our twenty car garage, I hopped in my brand new pink Ferrari, knowing I was most likely going to be eating lunch alone in the car, I drove off, honking at Albert, who was in charge of letting people on and off our property. He opened up the gates for me and waved, wishing me a good day at school.

I had never felt so alone.

I sped on, my heart racing as I prepared to be mocked and probably assaulted. If I knew what would happen that day, how my life would change, I would have stayed home.