Achilles

The Night It All Happened

ACHILLES POV

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon when I had finally built up the courage to ask Trish Henry out on a date. She was beautiful; Blonde curls that cascaded down her back, bright blue eyes and a smile that could light up any room. She was everything I wish my mate could be.

I smiled when I saw her with her friends, laughing at a joke which had been told. Even at the age of 13 she looked mature enough to be my future wife.

I huffed before walking over to them. But as soon as I was in 3 meters distance from them, they all hushed and began whispering among themselves. When Trish saw it was me, her smile dropped and an irritated look replaced her once happy face.

"Hi-hi Trish," I stuttered, looking down and playing with my fingers.

She sighed, "What do you want, Jake?"

"I was just uh wondering if you'd uh like to uhm.....have lunch with me sometime?" I looked up with a small smile on my lips, only for it to morph into a frown.

The girls around her started laughing and they didn't try to hide it. Trish went red, as though I had embarrassed her.

"Look Jake. I'm not trying to be sad or anything but us," she waved a finger between her and I, "are never going to happen. I don't date guys like.... you."

I didn't even look at her after she had said that. Instead I turned around and ran into the pack house. I ran into my family's apartment and into my room. I fell onto my bed and cried my eyes out.

After all the self talking I did, trying to prepare myself, she rejected me. But I wasn't that surprised to be honest. I wasn't the best looking 14 year old in this pack.

My only friend was a puppy who had come astray here. He was sleeping peacefully in the corner yet the sight of him didn't even cheer me up. He was a German Shepard and a beautiful one at that.

Maybe that's why I'm disliked around here. Spike is a dog and we're werewolves. Is it right to raise him?

"Honey? Are you okay?" I heard my mother lightly knock on my bedroom door. I sniffed and sat up.

"Yes mother." I began wiping my face, hoping to get rid of my tears before my father saw them.

"Okay honey. Dinner is in ten minutes." She mumbled before walking away.

Getting off the bed, I decided to have a shower. That way I can look fresh and if there's still red in my eyes then I could just say I got soap in them.

I stripped and then jumped into the shower. The shower was opposite to the bathroom mirror. Before the fog covered the shower door, I took the time to study my reflection.

Now I could see why Trish didn't like me, why anyone didn't like me. Who could?

My hair was a dirty brown, not even chocolaty enough to be called chocolate colored. My eyes were a dull black, showing no happiness but only sorrow. And my body? Ha! I was chubby. The fatest young teen in this pack. I had flabs instead of abs.

I turned around and shut my eyes, daring the tears to escape. It's not my fault my mother loves to bake and makes the best cookies in town!

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"Hello father. How was work today?" I asked, sitting to the left of my father. My 5 year old sister, April, was in her chair right opposite to me. Just judging by her looks now I could tell she'd get many boys when she's older.