Sam, a shy, 16 year old, closeted lesbian who has anxiety issues and abusive parents meets Avery, a soon to be Beta, who wasn't expecting to find her mate in a human girl.
But when one act of kindness and tears start to turn things over, Avery real...
I drum my fingers on my thigh as I wait for Avery. Mum and dad were watching something on the television, but my mind was solely on this date. I was so nervous and excited. I wanted it to go great. I know Avery is kinda nervous too for wanting it to be perfect, but honestly, she doesn't have to try much. She puts in so much effort sometimes, especially when it comes to me, and I just get so overwhelmed that I've got someone who wants to do this all for me.
I glanced at the clock, swallowing, she's ten minutes late. It's okay. She'll be here soon. I mentally check my outfit again and run my fingers through my hair which was falling over my shoulders. I wanted to braid them but I couldn't and got so fed up with it. Avery always helped me with it and she said I look like a princess with a french braid and somehow always wanted to put in small flowers in my hair. It always made me feel so pretty. I felt beautiful around her, I don't know how she does it, but I believe that I am around her. I wanted to do it for the date but I was trying and it didn't work. Mum was busy too so I couldn't ask for her help. I sighed internally feeling pathetic for this small thing. Then the doorbell rang. Fuck.
I gulped and my jitters increased as blood rushed to my cheeks. She's here. Oh, God. She's here. Mum stood up gave me a small smile and walked to the door as I trailed behind, unconsciously straightening out my dress and checking my shoelaces again, my hand then went to the necklace Avery got me. I hear mum open the door and immediately my eyes snapped to Avery's green ones. My breath got stuck in my throat. Oh, God.
She's so beautiful. She has a huge smile on her face, holding some white lilies in her hands, pushing them out to me.
"Hi," she said and her eyes raked my whole body and I almost took a step back with the intensity I felt from them. I flushed, my heart was pounding as I finally see her eyes find mine again.
"Hi," I whisper, going shy again, my eyes also taking in what she was wearing. My mouth got a little dry as my eyes passed her chest. She was wearing so little underneath her jacket. It was a lace bralette, a yellow one, somehow matching the colour of my dress. I could see the swell of her breasts and her abs, oh Jesus, she's so fine.
I swallow, resisting the urge to reach forward to touch her. Then my eyes move down seeing that she wore ripped jeans and some sneakers. She looked so darn sexy overall. Her hair was in loose waves, pulled back with a small braid on the left side of her head, allowing her piercings and ear cuff to be seen. Christ, she's gorgeous.
(picture of Avery's outfit below, well kinda, in my mind she has a jacket instead but yeah)
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"You ready?" she breathes out, nervous as she passes me the flowers. I nod, holding them tight, my heart fluttering at this simple gesture. My first flowers ever.
"They're so beautiful, thank you, Avery," I mumble out looking at her from beneath my eyelashes. She grins.
"You're welcome. Come on," she says, putting her hand out to me. I smiled, not able to contain my excitement, as I grasped her hand. She laced our fingers together and kissed the back of my hand making me hide a blush.
