My alpha mate..cliche or what?

Chapter 1

This is my new werewolf story it will probably be cliché but come on what wolf story isn’t? I hope you like itt!

Ps. I suck at spelling so sorry for any mistakes!

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Okay, you can do this Leah. I believe in you, which is really myself. So I believe in myself! You can do this; my mind coaxed me to get up and out of bed. To start the day I wished would never come. The first day of school. Which for me started in the middle of the school year. Lucky my muscles and me…I groaned popped as I struggled to get up. Come on Leah you can do this. Get up. Finally my legs swung up and over the bed and I was in a sitting position. Good girl. I praised myself. Wait a second, I am not a dog! Oh my god I’m talking to myself I realized as I stepped into the steaming water known as the shower.  See this is why I hated switching foster homes! Everytime my nerves of the first day of school get the better of me and I end up doing physco weird things! Dang it! I squirted some Lavender Vanilla shampoo into the palm of my hair and worked it through the rats nest knows as my hair. I washed it all out the next minute regretfully undoing the shampoo Mohawk I had created, I turned odd the water and stepped out of the steamy water, I glanced at the mirror at my naked body. At 5”2 I wasn’t very tall for a seventeen year old. My long blonde hair plastered itself to my back and my blue eyes glanced at it. I had the all American look and sadly the blond bimbo look. Even though I was a junior but took all senior classes. I was very smart. Not that I mean to brag or anything. I braided the long wisp of hair into a side braid. I got out my lash blast mascara and swooped it over my blonde eyelashes. My blue eyes instantly became bigger. I walsed over to my closet and took out a splatter paint black v-neck that hugged my curves perfectly. I matched the outfit with neon pink skinny jeans and black uggs. I glanced at the mirror one more time before I grabbed my bag and headed out of the room. I walked into the kitchen to see my foster mom making pancakes.

    “Mourning Leah.” She greeted as she glanced up at me. “After breakfast can you stay to clean up?” her eyes held bags underneath them from taking care of twelve girls all by herself.

    “Sure Molly.” I responded hesitantly. I’d be late for school for sure. What a perfect way to start out the school year.

    “Thanks hon.” Molly said dumping the fluffy food onto plates, She rushed out of the room at all eleven girls rushed into the room at once, I started scrubbing the grim off of pots and pans.

    “Alright girls,” I commanded. “Now I have to scram so could you please put your dishes away when you’re done eating?” I asked the eleven girls enjoying breakfast. As the oldest of them I was often dumped with the responsibilities. It was easy for me though since I always tended to act motherly. They all nodded but some how I felt as though I was going to be yelled at later for an unkept kitchen. I hurried out the door, down streets and turning corners. Finally I came to the large building called high school.

    Saying I got stares would be an understatement. I didn’t get stares I got looked at like some freakish circus clown. Nobody dared come and talk to me though. But everywhere I went I could feel their stares. Didn’t these people have lives? I walked into homeroom having have had my schedule mailed to me days ago. As I entered the room I heard murmurs of new girl. I booked it to the back and plunked myself down in a random seat. I gathered my materials out of my bad and faced the front ready to learn. The people around me sent me sympathetic smiles that I couldn’t quite figure out…that are until my books went flying as someone shoved them off my desk.

    “You’re in my seat.” A masculine voice reached my ears. If angels sang his voice captured it completely. I turned to face the owner and regretted it instantly. He had brown hair that curled and fell over his bright forest green eyes. He was tall. Really tall…or maybe that’s just me being short? Under his white T-shirt his muscles rippled He was fit…very fit. He was the type of guy that made you weak at the knees and I instantly felt an attraction there.

“Are you just going to sit therefore are you going to get the hell out my seat.” He growled. Wait…growled?! With that snappy remark I instantly snapped out of my daydream of me and him running down a beach hand in hand. How cliché.

    “I don’t see your name on it.” I countered. His cold eyes reached mine. They green orbs were beautiful. He smirked.

    “Well no ones been stupid enough to sit in my seat until you so I never had a reason to mark it.” He said. His smirk grew as I racked my brain for an insult.

    “Well sorry if I’m new and sat wherever I felt like. Unlike you I’m not a conceited idiot who makes up my own seating chart. What is this kindergarten?” I retorted. “And mark your seat? What are you a dog.” He chuckled and muttered something to himself that sounded something like “no but close.” I didn’t plan on moving so this guy better get over his problems fast.

    “Tristan!” whined a nasally voice. The owner of the voice was the type of person that gave blondes a bad name. She wore shorts that could have doubled as underwear, and a low cut tank top that showed waaaaay too much cleavage. To add to her look she had on six-inch stilettos that’s screamed hooker!

    “Come sit with me.” Skank a dank whined. And I had to fight the urge to cover my ears or suffer from internal bleeding. Tristan AKA the doofus who had chair problems huffed and turned to his lady friend.    

    “Coming Amber baby.” He referred to the other blonde. He walsed over to her picked her up and sat her down on his lap. They then processed to start a makeout session. Oh great live porn. My question however was why on earth as they sat there sucking each other’s faces did my heartache? I couldn’t possible be jealous..Could I? I picked up my books off the floor and placed them on my desk. The door open as the teacher came in and all through class I tried to ignore skanky and doofus. Hmm what a great couple. Note the Sarcasm.

Heyyy guys I hoped you liked it. This is my new wolf story and if anybody wanted to work on the cover that would be super duper! Lmao well please comment because that what will keep me going! If you comment and vote and fan ill give you a bigass cookie(;

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