The Worst Of Luck

Chapter one

Most would say they're excited for their senior year. I for one, am not. Last month at a back to school party, I caught my boyfriend cheating on me. After that, I stopped...well being me. I was so heartbroken and defeated I had lost myself. All I did was sleep and cry. I guess you could say I lost a lot of weight. That was always something I was picked on about, but Dylan made me feel beautiful, or at least he used too. But now I felt ugly that I wasn't good enough for him, ugly that I gave him everything and he threw it back in my face. Even after everything he knew about me.

One month before...

Now...

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I woke up at 6:00 am because today I was a new person. I was no longer the weak girl dating a cheater. I was going to grow a back bone this year, I needed to become stronger. And that was what I planned to do. I wasn't going to fall for the tricks of a bad boy who wants to get in your pants or the good boy who just wants a shot in bed. I wanted to be happy.

Deciding on my new look was hard. I know I've already gone through three years of high school, but this impression mattered. I wanted Dylan to know what he lost. I wanted all the guys who used to call me names, to try and hit on me. And to all the girls who made fun of me, I wanted to show them I was better. So I decided on a cropped camo long sleeve that stopped a couple of centimetres before my belly button, with some black high washed skinny jeans that had some rips on them, paired with some white sneakers. And for my hair and makeup, I did a semi-bold eye look, a light coloured lipstick, and did my hair in two French braids.

I took one look in the mirror, my self-confidence going down the drain immediately. But, I slapped a fake smile on, grabbed my bag and left. Now some of you may be wondering, why didn't you say goodbye to your parents? Well, my mom passed away a few years back, she was an amazing person but was diagnosed with stage four brain cancer. Fate was twisted and cruel, to force such an awful sickness on such an amazing woman. The cancer was too strong and aggressive and she passed within a few months of being diagnosed. And I was left with my father. Who became a shell of the man he used to be. He turned to alcohol to numb the pain and grief, and when he decided that alcohol wasn't enough, he began to take out his anger on me. Last year I was in the hospital at least 7 times. Twice with a broken arm, once with broken ribs, three times with a concussion and once with a stab wound. That occasion was hard to cover up. I never ratted my dad out because, I guess i just didn't want to be alone. But after the last injury, things became numb. I didn't feel anything anymore. I stopped being happy. But I had Dylan. Or so I thought.
Anyway, enough about this deep stuff.

I was on my way to school, in my black jeep, blasting "Come get her", when I started second-guessing my outfit. For like the 100th time today. But like every other time, I just kept going to school.
After parking, I put on my shades, and grabbed my bag, strolling into the school. I'd like to say it wasn't one of those cliche moments, where everyone in the school was looking at you, but it was. All eyes, and I'm not exaggerating, were on me. Girls were fuming at the "new" girl, and guys were checking me out, whisper to their friends and laughing. I'll admit, this gave me some confidence. But when I reached my locker and took off my shades, all confidence was drained. All eyes were on me, like before, but instead of being angry, or checking me out, they were shocked. Their jaws were practically touching the grounds. I smirked, knowing my appearance was going as planned. And got my stuff together for class. My homeroom was Functions, so I had to get to the other side of the school. Great.

I was about to walk in when I saw Dylan sitting on a desk in my classroom. Instantly, I backed up into the hallway. I took a deep breath, fixed my hair, and slapped on a smirk. As soon as I walked in, everyone's eyes were on me. And after his friends looked shocked, Dylan caught on and looked over to me. His reaction the same as everyone else's. I just took a seat next in the back where no one else was. "Mrs. Grace?" The teacher called, scanning the room, waiting for someone to say "here". I raised my hand before the teacher nodded and called out the next to last name. Dylan gave me a sympathetic look, while I just looked away. I don't have time for his games anymore. "Mr. Blackwood?" He called. Except no one said anything. I don't know anyone with the name Blackwood, then again I don't know a lot of people's last names. But I mean I think I'd - I was pulled out of my train of thought when a kid walked into the room. My eyes quickly averted to his, and when we made eye contact, my wolf went crazy. His scent overwhelmed me; the smell of forest and rain. It was intoxicating. Mate. My wolf repeated, begging me to get closer to him and mate with him.
He was my mate.
"Mine," he lowly growled. Any human wouldn't have been able to hear it, but other wolves would've. The power radiating off him indicated he had alpha blood running through his veins.
He was gorgeous. Black hair that stood up like he just woke up, but he suited it. He had gorgeous blue eyes and thick eyelashes that stood out from here. A very defined jawline and nice cheekbones. "I'm new, my names Vincent Blackwood." He mumbled. His voice was deep and husky. It was hot.
He looked next to me to see an open seat, with a little smirk on his face, he strolled and sat down.
Taking a long look at me with his ocean blue eyes, before looking angry. "What?" I asked. He shook his head, before mumbling something. I just shrugged my shoulders and looked back up at the board. "Why does everyone look at you like that?" He quietly growled before he pointed to some of the people who were staring and some of Dylan's friends who were checking me out. "I don't know," I whispered. "Well, I don't like it. You're mine." He growled with an alpha tone. His blue eyes were slowly swirling into a black, indicating his wolf was trying to gain control. "Calm down. They mean nothing. They're not my mate," I said trying to reassure him so he wouldn't shift and kill anyone.