Wrong Mate

Chapter 1 - Alexia

• Alexia •

The whole "first day of school" concept for a new girl has always been cliché in the books that I've read. I yearned for my life to become a perfect fairy tale and to end with a passionate kiss that leads to sex, off screen of course.

I poked at my breakfast with my finger nails, head hung low with my naturally wavy hair covering either sides of my face. I huffed angrily, giving up the attempt to eat and leaning my chair back.

"Alexia, honey," my mother gulped and kept careful watch on me, as if any move I made would hurt her. I stared over at her intently, not blinking with the hopes that she could see how much I didn't want to speak to her.

"Is it time to go yet?" I inquired, pushing my seat back with my feet and standing firmly on the ground. I pushed my arms through my beige cardigan and grabbed my canvas backpack, eyes leaving hers to focus on the blank page in my sketchbook. With what I was going through, I had lost the ability to smile and be creative. Drawing was my thing, an actual power, but not anymore.

"Alexia," she tried again, getting up from her chair and tilting her head to the side to get a better look at me. The look of pity on her face both angered me and made me want to bawl, her timing for this talk was horrid. "Please, look at me at least." I turned my back to her as I heard my grandmother's footsteps coming down the stairs. She wore a comfy pink robe and a tired smile, her eyes were dull underneath her perfectly fitted glasses.

"Good morning, nana." My bad attitude had left as soon as her warm aura came around. She was so small and so happy, I found it impossible to be mad at her, besides, cheery old people are the best.

"Good morning, honey," she replied before scurrying into the kitchen. My eyes were now fixated on the wall she had just stood in front of, backside still to my mother. When I felt a small hand grip my bicep and tug me toward the front door, I groaned and glowered down at her, proud that I had received my father's height and not hers. It sucked enough that we had the same face.

"Don't touch me." I jerked out of her hold, opening the front door and walking to the car first. I stood by the passenger side door and tapped the hood of the car impatiently, waiting for her to come around to her side and nag at me. She finally made it, and she was now glaring at me, a small hint of anger in her eyes.

"What you did last night was not okay!"

"Oh?" I arched a brow and smirked at her. Challenging was my middle name.

"Don't fucking start that shit, Alexia. Okay? Don't brood because I'm not going to deal with it. Seriously, grow up."

"I'm sorry," I feigned apologetic and lowered my eyes to the hood of the car. "I will never do it again, I love you."

"Just...don't mess this up for us, okay?" She gave up and allowed us into the car. She shoved the key into the ignition and struggled with it for a while. I chuckled.

"So now I ruin every single thing?" I asked as she began driving, boring my serious gaze into her profile.

"No, because you have a temper that makes me want to kick your ass."

"You're a great mom, number one, top notch." I gave a fake round of applause and she kept silent for the rest of the ride. Once she arrived to the destination--hell, death, home of formulas that will do nothing for you in life--my new school, Bakersfield Highschool, she turned to face me. I never looked at her though, because I was way too interested in the students entering the big building. It was bustling, full of different people and I even think I saw someone with a rainbow mohawk.

"Let's go over the rules before you get inside, shall we?" She interrupted my people watch and I turned to look at her confusedly, because I had no idea that there were even rules. Before she could talk again, I returned to my sight seeing.