My Mate is the Devil's Daughter

Mate?

Jane's POV:

Jake was not really that funny. I was just laughing at all his bad jokes and hanging with him because I want to make out with him. I cannot help it. One cannot protest that he is hot.

But, the whole time, this creep kept looking at me and looking like he was going to punch Jake over and over. It got really annoying after a while and I wanted to punch him over and over.

Walking to my sixth period, Math, I waved Jake bye for he had machine tool class, and sat down at one of the back desks. As the hour bell rung for the class to start, a guy with dirty blonde hair and light freckles planted on his cheeks sat next to me. Oh he was way hotter than Jake. He was almost as tan as him and this guy was more muscular than Jake. He also had much power radiating off of him so he must be big in the werewolf family. I sniffed the air. Alpha? No. Beta? No. Hm. "Hi. i'm Tyler." He spoke and my heart melted. His muscles were visible through the dark blue V-Neck t-shirt he was wearing and the peircings in his ears made me smirk. Wow. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Wait. Wasn't he the guy who has been looking at us all day. Nevermind. I take it all back. Creep. I scoffed.

I turned to the front of the classroom, writing down what was on the board. I hate Math. He was still staring.

"Take a picture, it will last longer, creep." I snarled at him. The classroom was so loud. I see why, though. The teacher was reading a book at the front, not give two fucks what we do. I heard a camera snap and looked over at my table partner. He had his phone out. "You little fuck." I said, glaring at him. "Hey, you siad it, not me." He laughed. I stopped glaring at him. His laugh made me feel good. It was kind of......pretty?

"Jane." I said, holding out my hand to him. "Tyler, even though I already said that." I returned the gesture and shook my hand and I felt a spike in my hand; I jerked my hand away. "What the Fuck?" I whispered to myself. "Everything alright?" He asked, showing his perfect teeth in a big smile. "Yup. Fine and dandy, over here, Mr.Creep." I said, turning my head back to my paper, putting it away, seeing it usless now.

"So how old are you?: He asked me. I ignored him and stuck my earbuds in my ears, trying to block him out. About halfway through Favorite Record by Fall Out Boy, an earbud was ripped out of my ears and I was literally about to rip his head off.

I caught his wrist before he could have it back, as a reflex, and his eyes got wide. "Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again." I said in a low voice, ignoring the sparks in my hand. "Yes, ma'am." He saluted me with his other hand and I looked at him like he was bait. "Really? You're a douche." I scoffed and went to put my other earbud in, when he stopped me. "Really now? Says the girl who ignored me when I oh so nicley tried to introduce myself to her then calls me 'Mr.Creep'." He said.

"Oh my god. Are you serious? You've been staring at me all day, for some reason that is unbeknownst to the world! So, yes, I'm calling you a creep." I said, taking my feet down off the table. I turned my body towards him and he smiled. "I haven't been staring at you, thank you. Yes,  have glanced at you a few times, but I have not been staring at you. I know better than that, Ms?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Collins. It's Collins. You know what? I want nothing to do with you. You are not even attractive." I told him, ignoring the bell for the next class to begin. No students filed in. The teacher must have a free period. Well he's sleeping and I don't care about my grades. I got up and he stayed put, grabbing my hand, pulling me back down.

"What the fuck? I have a class to get to?" I pointed out, clearly frusterated. "Nuh-uh. We aren't done here." He said. I groaned. "You annoy he fuck out of me. I barely even know you and I want to punch you in the face. You say stupid shit and you are stupid." I yelled at him. We've been at it for the past fifteen minutes raising our voices at each other. I am now up in his face and he is juts enjoying this whole thing.

"Well if you weren't so rude when a totally innocent person was trying to introduce himself to the new girl in school. Apparently you don't do friendly!" He yelled back, stepping closer to me.

"I hate you." I said, a mere inch away from his...plump, pink, perfect lips. I just want to...I want to...I want to kiss him. Right now.

"I don't hate you, though." He said, his breath dancing on my mouth. My lips parted slighty.

And then he kissed me.

MATE. What the fuck was that...