Hey guy’s you must really hate me right now! Two Author’s Notes in a row!?!?! Ya sorry about that…
Anyways I just posted a new story on wattpad called Fantasy Mixed High.
Go check it out if you like ROMANCE, HUMOR, friendship, WEREWOLVES, mates, and AWESOMENESS!!
Summary below if you’re too lazy to go look it up (Cuz even I’m too lazy too click three times, ahh too much work!)
*WARNING Cliché with twists*
I didn’t have time to mumble a, I’m sorry, before he once again pined me against the wall. “What do you mean am I from Australia?” He asked as he moved forward once again, eyes still focused on me. I brought my hands up to separate up but I failed as he moved closer.
“People in Australia say mate, so I just thought,” I trailed off wondering why that answer just poured out of my mouth.
“Say it again,” he demanded as he stepped closer, leaving only an inch of space left between us. I could practically feel his jeans as they brushed against my legs, my legs being exposed and only covered by a skirt. I hate skirts, I decided again.
I swallowed and repeated what I thought he wanted me to say, “Mate,” I answered in more of a question.
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A high school filled with vampire, werewolves, mages, shape shifters, elves, reapers, and six humans including me? What a nightmare, pun intended…
I was your average every day high school student, just trying to make it through my junior year of high school. Samantha Kate nothing special about me, but I got the call that would forever change my life. The call that said Fantasy Mixed High School, the most prestigious well-known school in the entire world, accepted me as one of their newest transfer students for senior year. A student under a scholarship, meaning I didn’t need to pay anything, not even my lunch. But the weirdest part is that I never enrolled or even showed an interest in going to the school.
When I got there I met a friend right off the bat, one that would do anything for me, and I the same. But as I walk into my first class, sixth period for everyone else, something bad happens. The school’s genius star quarterback looks me in the eyes. Then interrupts my introduction, pins me against the wall, and whispers in my ear, “Mate.”
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