He's Mine

Chapter Two

With what ive been through with barely knowing my parents and all I guess maybe I should be a little shy or sad. No! Im angry and aggressiv and if I come off as a bitch so be it. 

I havent attended a school with humans and werewolves before or a school with just werewolves. This will be my first and last year attending a school with werewolves. I already cant wait till the end of the year. Not for summer but a while ago I made a promise to myself that when I finished school I would find out why my parents disowned me and left me to be raised by humans. 

Adjusting my bag on my shoulder I pushed open my class room door and took a seat in the back ignoring the teacher and the stares the students were giving me. Lets just leave it as I dont like people so yes I have a bad attitude.

"Excuse me miss.." I looked at the teacher she looked like Kesha but with black hair.

"Amely." I said trying my best to bite back my attitude. 

She looked like she was going to say something she inhaled then exhaled then realization flashed in her eyes.

"Okay class.-" She turned back to the class. I felt the side glances and stares from everyone in the classroom it was really erking my nerves. I took deep breaths and inhaled and exhaled trying to calm myself. 

You see I have a temper a terrible one but I actutally try to maintain it sometimes its hard to think about what your gonna do before you do it. I slung my bag over my shoulder and deverted my gaze to the floor. My eyes are probably a flaming red from my agitation and my canines are out so I perced my lips together.

I walked out the class out the front where a smell so tasty hit me so hard I stumbled back. My canines went back up and I was instantly calm only telling me one thing....

My mates here.

I groaned walking down the steps. I know im suppose to be happy about finding my mate but how could I? My mood is everywhere if I were human I bet it would be told that I have bipolar. Fine one minute pissed the next or crying one moment then laughing so hard I cant breathe. 

It isnt my fault though I cant really control my emotions , I just got control of my actions. 

I walked to the motorcycle ripping the chain off the wheel not trying to be bothered with it. I drove to the foster home parking it back in the garage. I walked in the house passing the foster mother.

"Arent you home a bit early?"

"I left." I said walking up the stairs.

"Wanna talk about it.?"

"No Lin." I called before closing my door. 

I cracked my window and stripped into an oversized button down with boy shorts and knee high socks. I got in bed and just let sleep take over my subconscious.