Not a him (Editing)

Chapter 1

Now what if you were a fifteen year old in high school and gets bullied by other high school boys.

Seems like what a normal life of a teenage boy nerd, but that's the problem. I'm not a normal teenager, and I'm sure as hell not a boy.

But some stupid kid put glue and gum in my hair. So I had to cut it in a pixie cut, making me look like a nerdy boy who can't see without his glass.

"Hey! Dweeb!"

Dweeb that's a new one, he must be a new toy they picked up.

"What the hell did you just say," he yelled at me.

Shit! Did I say that out loud?

"You must have some balls to say that to me."

"Actually I don't," I whispered but with his enhanced hearing, he herd all of it.

Oh did I mention that everyone at my school is werecats, including me and my family.

"Ha! Did you hear that? he said he didn't have any ball," he laughed at me.

I'm getting so sick of this bullshit!

"Ok listen man whore, I'm sick of y'all's-" I was cut off by a sucker punch to my jaw.

"Ugh, I punch better then you," that pissed him off, so he started to beat me. He stopped punching and kicking to catch his breath.

I looked away from him and glared at the alpha.

"What an alpha you are."

He looked at me with rage.

"My dad is a better alpha then you," I snickerd.

"You do not disrespect me," he used his alpha tone on me but it didn't work.

My mom and dad were alphas of a pride, but everyone was killed by werewolves and only me and my family made it.

Mangy mutts!

"That doesn't work on me," I smirked.

He was in front of me in seconds.

That's when his whole group started jumping me.

I was slowly slipping, when my twin brothers, Skylar and Andy, came.

It was all a blur but I know I herd girly screams.

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I woke up in my black walled room, yelling in the background. I recognized the voice, my dad and alpha Rob, going at each other.

I tuned it out and want to my bathroom.

I turned on the sink and splashed water in my face. Looking up in the mirror I saw my naturally white hair had grown a little to the middle of my neck. My sliver grey irises glowed behind my contacts. Instead of circled pupils the were oval like.

Well looks like my first shift is soon, I thought

I looked away from the mirror and got out my clothes to take a shower. When I got out the shower my mom was sitting on my bad.

"Hey ma what's wrong."

"I wanted to give you your clothes."

"Why aren't they in my closet?"

"Cause they're packed up."

I looked at her with shock.

"How'd you pack my stuff so fast? It's only been," I paused and looked at my alarm clock which held the time and date, "a day and a half."