Chapter One

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Chapter One

Gwen's P.O.V

"Gwendolyn Brooks?" A voice called out, waking me from my sleeping state. I lifted my hand to show the substitute teacher I was here. I put my head back down and was starting to drift back into my wonderful sleep when I was reprimanded.

"Miss Brooks, I would appreciate it if you would stay awake in my class." The sub said.

"This isn't your class." I mumbled to myself. I could hear a low growl release from his chest, that only ones with sensitive ears would hear.

"Gwen shut up! You're gonna get in trouble!" My friend Sarah whisper yelled at me. I just glared at her. I sat up and glared at the back of the sub.

He was surprisingly attractive and young. The muscles in his back moved against his shirt and he wrote the assignment on the board.

"Quit staring!" Sarah whisper yelled again.

"Sarah, shush your face. If I want to stare at perfection, I will." I said to her. Sarah started mumbling to herself and I turned to her.

"You know I can still hear you right?" I asked her. She glared at me. She forgets about the werewolf thing, a lot actually. I mean, if I was human I would too.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. What do you hear now?" She asked. She always wants me to eavesdrop on other peoples conversations.

"Well Lynette and the Stank Skanks are talking about seducing Mr. Dude face. Which I'm pretty sure he's hearing." I told her. Lynette's evil glare snapped to me. She hated me with a passion. Why, I would never know.

I didn't like her either. She was a hoe, just like her mother. Who slept her way to from bottom of the pack to nearly the top. Now Diana, Lynette's mother, is the wife to the third in command. That also happens to be my dad. It's a long story, but long story short. That she-devil is my Step-Sister.

"Are you serious?" Sarah started laughing.

"As a mumfum heartbeat." I said.

"Isn't it supposed to be heart attack?" Nate, another one of my friends added in.

"Isn't it supposed to be shut the hell up?" I asked him sarcasticlly.

"Miss Brooks! Turn around and do your work!" Mr. Sub Face yelled. Laughter filled the class, and Lynette made some rude comments also. I wasn't paying attention to them though. Those green eyes, seductive green eyes had all my attention. My wolf howled in my head.

'Mate!' She was elated. I was too, but there was that negative voice in the back of my head. It made me doubtful of the outcome of finding my mate.

'Its our mate. He will love us forever.' She said and I kept telling myself that, but I might as well prepare myself.

"Gwen, stop staring." Sarah said, bringing me out of my daze.

"Miss. Brooks, I would like to talk to you after class." He said. I started doing the work.

"Mr. Vegas, I need help." Lynette's whiny voice called out. I looked over at her to see her chest more out than it was before. I held in a growl that I wanted to release. He rolled his eyes and walked over to her desk. I heard her sickly flirtatious giggle as I was writing, and my pencil snapped in my hand.

"Hey Gwen, you okay?" Nate asked. He and Sarah were looking at me concerned.

"Of course she's not. All her fat is finally suffocating her." A random human boy said. My wolf was already on edge and he wasn't helping. Him and his idiot friends started laughing at his lame joke. Please let this class hurry up and end, because I might kill a bitch if it doesn't.

"Gwen, calm your soul." Sarah said. I tried but my wolf was clawing to get out and snap some necks.

Thankfully, the bell rang, making students leave out of the class. I stayed in my seat as the class left out. When the last person was gone, Mr. Vegas actually spoke.

"I, Michael Vegas reject you, Gwendolyn Brooks." He spoke words shattering my heart. I stood up and grabbed my stuff, silently walking to the door.

"Isn't it such a good thing I prepared myself for this?" I asked him and set off to find my brother.

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