Secret Rejection

Twisted

Behold! It's an update! WOO-HOO!!

Man, I've been on this computer too long. I need to go outside...

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I woke up naked on a bed with a pounding headache. I slowly got up, without the sheets and placed a hand to my forehead as I stumbled forward. I knocked into a dresser and groaned lowly at the loud noise. It hurt my head so much. Hangovers officially sucked.

I looked back at the bed and did a double take that made my neck crack. There was a naked dude on the bed. He was lying on his stomach, therefore giving me a view of his attractive ass.  

I couldn't remember anything from last night. I remembered looking for my mate and finally finding him. I remembered being rejected. I remembered running away. The last thing I remembered was taking twenty something hits of a white powdery substance.  

Shit.  

Last night was a blur of colors, faces, and noise. Was I even in my pack territory anymore? Xander's party was more than hardcore. It went to the extreme and I allowed myself to be swept into its allure. Hating myself as each second passed, I dressed myself in a discarded shirt and gym shorts. My dress was in ruins, thanks to wolfboy over here. I should've been distraught at the fact that we fucked. But wolfboy was not my first, so I didn't care. There were two condom wrappers on the floor and I sighed in relief. At least wolfboy was smart.  

I looked back at him before I left. He had a really great ass. Something was on his side, though. I crept closer until I was standing right beside him. On his bare side was a tattoo of a thorny rose.  

I snorted and instantly regretted it. The boy awoke. His eyes shot open, revealing crystal blue orbs  that pierced mine. He looked a bit dazed then winced and I knew he was feeling the side effects of a wicked hangover, like I was.  

He met my gaze once again and his eyes widened. "Fuck."  

I fled the room like a startled rabbit.

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It took me a while, but I had finally made it back to the pack house. The pack house was surprisingly clean and looked like a party had never happened. Whoever cleaned up, they did well.  

I traveled upstairs to my room and locked the door before I broke down.  

I crumbled up into a ball and let the tears overcome me. What had I ever done to deserve to get rejected? Was there something wrong with me? I hated him for rejecting me. But I mostly hated myself for having flaws that would make my mate reject me.  

I slowly got up and walked over to my dresser mirror. I stared at myself. Nothing about me was ugly except maybe my personality. In the mirror, though, I saw a skinny girl wearing a guy's large shirt. I saw her huge dark eyes practically taking over her face. Her thin, pink lips and small curved nose. Long, ebony hair swished down her waist in knots. Her skin was effectively pale and she could pass for a Vampire any day.

This was me. A Werewolf who passed off as Vampire. A goth girl that was a Werewolf. A girl that had been rejected.

A terrible cry escaped me and it sounded inhuman. My hand swung up in a fist and smashed into the mirror. Shards pierced my skin as the mirror cracked right where my face was. Once again, I still saw the rejected girl. I roared in anger and knocked the mirror off the wall. It crashed onto the floor, shattering into large and small pieces. But it wasn't enough. My gaze found my body length mirror and I saw all of me. All of my pale, skinny, goth and rejected body. I punched the mirror with all I had in me until it was nothing more than tiny shards of glass.