-This was previously under my other account purple_ninja11, so i still wanted to keep posting so i am gonna post it on this account now, hope you guys like it(: -
Chapter 1
Mickie’s P.O.V.
“Get up Mickie! First day, don’t wanna be late!” Tristen yelled at me. I sighed and sat up.
“I’m up!” I yelled back. I ran my fingers through my black hair and then through my purple bangs. I threw my blanket off and padded over to my closet. I walked in and picked out a pair of ripped black skinnies, purple leggings, a purple tank top, and a black leather jacket. I put them on and then walked over to my shoe wall and picked out purple Converse All-Stars. I laced them up until there were two eyelets left and then tied the remaining string around the back of my ankle.
I’m not much of a makeup girl so I just smudged on some black eyeliner and then went downstairs. Tristen and Matt were already sitting at the table. Tristen was my 18 year old brother with short black hair. Matt is 17 with short dirty blond hair. We all three share the same gray eyes.
Tristen had just poured a bowl of cereal and I came up behind him, took it, and then started eating it.
“Hey!” he said. Matt started laughing when I just shrugged and kept eating. Tristen growled at me so I swallowed my bite of cereal.
“Can it dog-boy,” I told him.
“After you dog-girl,” he taunted back. I just smirked at him.
“Watch the werewolfe comments guys. Someone might overhear from outside,” Matt said. I growled one last time and then stopped.
“You excited yet Mickie?” Tristen asked, pouring himself another bowl of cereal.
“Why should I be?”
“Because we got you out of boarding school and now you’re going to school with us,” Matt explained.
“Oh, right. So what’s this school like?”
“Like every other school,” Tristen said in a ‘duh’ tone.
“Naw dip Sherlock. What are the people like?”
“Not your kind of people. Most of them are nice but they aren’t your kind of people.” He and Matt exchanged a look. “Oh, and stay away from Zack Sanders and his group. They’re nothing but trouble.” I nodded and then ran upstairs, brushed my teeth, and grabbed my backpack. I slid down the stair banister and then rushed out the door. We all got in Tristen’s car; they didn’t want me taking my black Camaro on the first day.
We pulled up to school a while later. The boys got out and then I stepped out of the car. I pushed my bangs out of my eyes and held my head up as I followed Matt and Tristen inside. I felt eyes on me but I ignored them and walked into the school’s office. There was an older lady with kind blue eyes sitting at the desk.
“You must be Michelle Graison.”
“Mickie, but yes. Can I have my schedule please?”
“Here you go, wait here and your guide will be here to show you around.” I nodded and sat down in one of the plastic chairs. Zack Sanders please come to the office.
“Is Zack my guide?”
“Yes ma’am. Will that be a problem?”
“Not for me, maybe for him though.”
“I’m sure it won’t.” She smiled and then a boy with shaggy black hair and green eyes sauntered in.
“What’s up, Sherry?” he asked when he walked in.
“We have a new student that needs a guide.”
“Name?”
“Mickie…here I’ll let her tell you about herself.” She gestured behind him where I was sitting and I stood up.
“Mickie Graison, you must be Zack,” I said, shoving my hands in my jacket pockets.
“A Graison huh?”
“Yep,” I said popping the ‘p’.
“Well, then you can find your own way around. I can’t work with her Sherry.”
“Too bad, it’s this or expulsion and I don’t think you’ll want to deal with your dad after that.”
He groaned, “Fine. Come on Graison.” He reached out and grabbed my hand. A shock went through my body and I jerked it away. I followed him out of the office and to class.
Zack’s P.O.V.
I walked into the office thinking what did I do this time?
“What’s up Sherry?” I asked her.
“We have a new student that needs a guide.”
“Name?”
“Mickie…here I’ll let her tell you about herself.” Sherry gestured to someone behind me. I turned around and saw the most beautiful girl ever. She was at least a head shorter than me with black hair past her chest with purple bangs. She was slim and dressed in all black and purple. She had a nose ring and familiar gray eyes. She looked to be about 16, three years younger than me.
“Mickie Graison, you must be Zack.” She put her hands in her pockets. That’s why she looked familiar, she looked just like Tristen. My wolf screamed ‘Mine!’ and I told it to shut up.
“A Graison huh?” I ignored my wolf because my hatred for her brothers overpowered him.
“Yep,” she said popping her ‘p’ just like Matt.
“Well, then you can find your own way around.” Hurt flashed through her eyes but then she hid it with a shrug. I fought my instinct to go over there and apologize so I turned to Sherry. “I can’t work with her Sherry.”
“Too bad, it’s this or expulsion and I don’t think you’ll want to deal with your dad after that.” I groaned; he would send me to military school for sure this time, even if he was no longer Alpha, he still had say in my life.
“Fine. Come on Graison.” I reached out and grabbed her hand. A shock went through me and she pulled away. Then I could only think one word: mate, mate, mate.
