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Chapter 1

HEY THERE, VIT FOR MY BOOK AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.

I DONT KNOW WHO'S GONNA BE COLTON YET. PLEASE HELP ME OUT.

UNTILL NEXT TIME MY LITTLE SKITTLES

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"Hello do you work here?" A deep masculine voice spoke.

Startled I jump and quickly turned around almost immediately. Standing in front of me stood a blue eyed giant around 6'5. To say he's handsome was the understatement of the year, he was gorgeous.

His blonde hair was tousled and messy which made him even hotter. He was pure muscles, not in the disgusting body builder way, but in that I work out I the gym twice a week type of way.

And don't even get me started on his jawline. Lord have mercy.

"Y-yes how may I help you?" I squeak.

"I would like to buy a wedding cake." He frowns. "Or did you eat that?"

That was like a punch to the face. I'm already insecure about my weight and to have him say something like that... well lets just say my low self-esteem went down even lower.

"You have to book an appointment first Sir."

He shakes his head and sighs,"I need it today."

"Sorry you need to schedule an-"

"Appointment, yes I know that you fat bitch. Just forget it ok?"

Don't cry. Don't cry.

"Okay."

I quickly turn around and begin arranging a stack of messy paper so he wouldn't see the tears sliding down my face. I sigh when I hear the front door slam shut.

He's gone.

What a dick. You would think some people would be considerate of other peoples feelings, but then again I should be use to this, I've been bullied all my nineteen years of living. But something about him made me feel warm inside so when he insulted me I felt..I don't know empty I guess.

Ugh how humiliating!

"Stupid! Men are all the same." I scoff.

"Please tell me you're not talking to yourself again."

I smile,"Hey Tyler."

As soon as my gaze lands on him I almost go blind. He's dressed in highlighter yellow everything with a cheetah print bow tie. Lord help this boy.

"Wassup chica? How's it going?"

I shrug,"Nothing new happening."

"You have any plans tonight?"

"Yeah-"

"We're going out tonight! And please don't wear anything hideous." He pouts.

I eyes his newly dye purple hair and his outfit and almost laugh out loud. He has the nerves to comment on my clothes? Ha, too funny.

"I'll find something."

He snaps his fingers and sassily makes his way towards me,"Good 'cause we're gonna look like some sexy ass hookers! Lets shake our ass and get drunk all night!"

"Are we going to a club?"

"A wedding Chica, a wedding. Now close up this depressing store we are going shopping!" He smiles.

I roll my eyes but still obey his demand. I grab my beat up purse and make my to the parking lot where Tyler's BMW was.

"Girl we need to get yo hair done 'cause it ain't looking to cute if you know what I mean."

"No, I never understand what you mean."

I secretly run my hand through my hair trying to fix it. I thought it looked cute..
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Colton

"Stop being so grumpy Colton, it's not like I'm asking you to stay all day. Just for a couple of hours."

"I have better things to do Brittany." I groan.

"Wow so you're not going to show up to my wedding? Glad to know where I stand brother."

I sigh in defeat as he bats her enormously huge blue eyes at me, "Fine whatever."

Me and my sister had always been close but once we hit our teenage years that all changed. She had took on this I'm-a-bitch-because-I-can persona which caused us to butt head quite often. Her personality change had gotten so bad to the point that my father almost disowned her from our pack, but luckily that was a wake up call for her. She dropped most of her toxic ass friends, and got herself a new well round group of friends. As the years went on we had slowly repaired our relationship, which I am thankful for.

Truth be told I could careless about her wedding, I'm just pissed at the fact that she's actually growing up. It feels like it was yesterday she would make me go to her tea parties and know she's having a wedding.

And also the fact that I found my mate. The way her clothes hugged her curves...damn. I never thought I would be mated to a black chick but her beauty just blows my mind.

Once I realized this I panicked and insulted her and when she started crying I wanted to punch myself, but I pretended I didn't even notice. I always had trouble expressing my feelings and always ended up insulting or hurting someone. And I know that isn't an excuse to be a jack ass but it's the honest truth.

I needed to see her again. I want to touch in ways no man ever will. I want to claim her and make her mine. But I knew that would take time considering the fact that she's human. She probably doesn't even know about my kind and when she's does find it she might end up rejecting me. That thought alone was enough to make me want

"What's up with you? You seem more broody than usual. Lemme guess, Stacey finally trapped you with a kid?"

"Ha you're quite the comedian." I spoke dryly. "I stay wrapped up thank you very much."

"So tell me what bothering you."

"I met my mate today and I fucked up whatever chance I had with her."

She shoots me a pity look before standing up and heading towards her whiskey cabinet. I liked to drink Jack Daniels whenever I felt extremely unhappy. It helps takes the edge off and that was one of my unhealthy habits that Brittany had noticed. She never gave me any shit about it. For others looking on the outside in, it may look like she was an enabler, but really she was the opposite of that. She always kept and eye out and made sure I didn't drink too much. She's confiscated most of the alcohol I had , and whenever I would try to hide some, they'd be gone the next day.

Closing my eyes I exhaled loudly as the image of my mate clouds my mind. I need to find her.