Bosko, what a bipolar asshole.
One moment he's letting me run around and offering me breakfast and the next he's smacking me because I made a pun about apples to Mason.
I mentally sigh before sitting down on the ground near the door.
Mason got smacked too so I don't feel as bad. We got time out with makes me feel like a goddamn six year old.
I don't even regret it, it was a funny ass pun.
I look down at the stack of newspapers near me and I raise my eye brow. Why does he have a few newspapers from almost ten years ago?
I shake the thought out of my mind and I look over at Mason who's looking at me trying not to laugh.
So far I like Mason the most out of everyone. He's the only one who isn't distant. Zayla and Drake stay away like I have some kind of disease. It's quite annoying.
I smile at him before turning away and mentally sighing. I hate it here, I wanna go home. No, that's not true I just don't want to be here...
I bang my head against the wall hard multiple times before Bosko runs over and pulls me away from the wall. I reach up when I feel something begin dripping down my face.
I wince touching the cut above my eye. I didn't know I hit my head that hard.
"Stupid boy. You're bleeding." He says sighing touching above my eyebrow before grabbing my arm, "Come on lets go get you a band-aid."
I shake my head and I pull out of his grip, "Don't touch me."
Out of the corner of my eye I see Mason, Zayla, and Drake all looking at me with the same look. Fear. I'm use to that look.
It's the look Zeke gave me right before I killed him.
It's the look I got when I walked down the halls of my first high school. That's the only reason I stayed in high school for so long, I like having people afraid of me.
It keeps them away from me. When ever people get close me they get hurt, just look at what happened to Jada.
I get smacked hard which sends me back to reality.
I clench my fist to keep from doing something that I would definitely regret at some point. I take a deep breathe before looking up at Bosko.
I begin giggling like an insane person.
Maybe if he thinks I'm insane he'll let me go or even kill me. Either way I don't care.
"Strike two Jasper. Go to your room, you're not having diner tonight." He says standing up.
I stand up after him and I walk into the bedroom before walking over and sitting down on my bed. I hate feeling helpless.
I pull up my pant leg and I pull on the anklet which sends pain through out my entire body. I yank on it some more but all it does is hurt me.
I pull my knees up to my chest and I begin sobbing. I should have never when to the mall that one day. I was happy without my mate, why did I have to meet my stupid mate?
I bet Zach isn't even looking for me.
"Hey are you okay Jasper?" Zayla asks walking into the room.
I nod, "Yup. This is all part of my plan."
No it's not. I just like seeing her eyes light up with happiness.
She smiles and runs over, "Are we gonna be free soon?!"
I shrug, "If my plan works. Yeah."
Her smile grows even bigger, "Oh my god you have to tell me everything!!"
I mentally sigh, what a bunch of bipolar people.
So I sit there for the next ten minutes telling her my plan.
YOU ARE READING
That's Not My Mate
WerewolfJasper is sixteen years old and apart of a wolf based gang. His parents and even his grandparents wanted him to stay but Jasper loved the violence too much. (This is the third book of The Heart Broken Mater series. You don't have to read the other b...