what mateS?? (boyxboyxgirl)

Chapter Three | What The Hell

Picture of Jack

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Daniel's P.O.V.
Events of Chapter One and Two from Daniels POV

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Happy birthday, sweetie," My mother shouted at me from my bedroom door.

I groaned loudly and rolled over in my bed, trying to block out the light. "Mom, go away."

"Boy, wake up and go downstairs. You still have school," my father stated before I heard his footsteps retreat from my door.

Even though it was my birthday, he still didn't care about me. My mum, on the other hand, was a sweetie. I think my mum is stronger than my father emotionally. He never recovered from the accident, but my mum did. I don't know how she was able to do it because, hell, even I didn't.

I quickly banished these sad thoughts out of my head, stepping out of my bed slowly, grumbling a silent 'okay.'

"We'll wait for you downstairs," My mum stated with a beaming smile before following my father downstairs.

I took a shower and got dressed quickly. After staring at myself in the mirror for a while, I decided I looked presentable enough for the public eye. I have to say, I'm not the worst looking guy, but a lot of girls only like me for my title.

Sometimes, though, I'll catch myself finding a guy hot, but that could never happen. My father would think of me as an even bigger disappointment than he does already - if that's even possible.

After I checked myself once more, I walked down and looked at the set table. I don't know how the omegas do it every day. I would want to talk to them and thank them for it, but my father forbids it. It's was against the rules for them to talk to us.

"Sweetie, I made pancakes!" My mother was in the kitchen, and I could hear her flipping a pancake onto a plate.

"Thanks, mum!" I walked to the kitchen to get my pancakes and kissed my mum on her cheek after grabbing the plate.

She smiled at me but frowned when she saw I was going to take a bite of a pancake right there. She sent me a look that stated to go sit at the table. Every mom has that look that tells you what you're doing is wrong.

I smiled apologetically at her and went to sit at the table. I scarfed down my food quickly, realizing that I didn't have much time to eat. When I was done with my pancakes, I grabbed my plate and placed it in the sink for one of the omegas to take care of. It didn't necessarily matter if I made it on time to school, as the teachers were used to my 'bad boy entrance.'

I silently hoped that Jack had a good birthday so far. He had been my best friend and beta for as long as I can remember. He had grown up with me, and I couldn't imagine what I would be without him.

I yelled a quick goodbye to her mother.

"Bye, sweetie! Say happy birthday to Jack for me, and I hope you find your mate!"

I laughed loudly and stepped out of the house. Just as any other mother, mine wanted me to find my mate. In one way, I wanted to find my mate, but I'm just afraid my mate will change me.

I don't know how I feel about mates, really. I am not a player, but I am also not a virgin anymore. So I don't know what my mate will think about that.

When I arrived at school, I saw that everyone was already in class. "Then I say happy birthday to Jack in the lunch break," I mumbled to myself.

When I got to class, the teacher ignored me, not caring about my sudden intrusion on his lesson. I sat in the back of the class and began to draw on a piece of paper. Something many people don't know about me is that I'm actually pretty good at drawing.

I drew without thinking, ignoring the lesson as I really did not care for it. When the class was almost over, I looked to see what I had drawn. It was Jack with a girl by his side. The girl I had never seen before, but she was beautiful. Why was she beside Jack? All I knew was that I felt something strange when I looked at the two, but I brushed it off as nothing.

Then the bell rang, and I began to walk to my next class. Joy. However, when I stepped out of the class, Chelsea came up to me. She was the school slut, and she thought I was hers.

Well, let me make a few things clear about that, I slept once with her when I was drunk, and it was a big mistake. She thought she would be my mate and no one deserved me except her. Really, she is just creepy most of the time.

Now, I normally would never 'slut-shame,' but it was the way she thought she was my mate but continued to sleep around. If you really think that, why would you continue sleeping around? She was disloyal and never would be. She just liked having her way.

She was always with her two friends her 'followers'. Jack and I called them the 'Devils'. Now, she's coming my way.

"Hey, hottie, happy birthday." She ran her hand up and down my arm. Luckily for me, all I felt was disgust.

In my head, I had a happy dance. She's not my mate! I think she also noticed that she didn't feel the mate sparks because she looked at her hand with disappointment.

"Sorry, Chelsea, I have to go." I quickly pulled myself from her grasp and walked down the hall to my next class. I got some 'happy birthdays' from people as I made my way.

The next lesson was just as boring as the last one. I wasn't an A+ student, but I also didn't get terrible grades, normally B's or C's.

Finally, the lunch break came, and I walked out of the class only to see Chelsea looking for me. Luckily, she hadn't noticed me yet. I swiftly made my way to another hallway, out of her line of sight.

I stood there a few minutes to make sure she wasn't there anymore before I began to walk away. I was just about to leave when I smelled something divine. 'Mate,' screamed my wolf, Jess.

I didn't run because I didn't want to look like a fool to my mate. I turned the corner slowly and stopped, my eyes landing on Jack. He turned around, and we looked into each other's eyes. We spoke at the same moment, mumbling in a surprise a loud "mate."

A lot of things went through my head at that moment. Jack is my mate. I'm gay. I can't lose him. He looks so good right now, better than ever.

My thoughts were interrupted when we heard a quiet yelp. I turned my head at the same time as Jack and saw the girl I had drawn from earlier, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulder while her green eyes were wider than either of ours.

"Mate," Jack and I stated again. Wait, Jack was my mate, and the girl was my mate, and the girl was also Jack's mate. What the hell.

Then, she ran.

'Oh, she did not just run away,' I thought.

Jack and I growled in sync before bolting after our mate.