My Supernatural Lover

RING RING RING!

Ugh. I absolutly hate my dumb and retared alarm clock.

I mean, does it always have to wake me up do early?

I work at Rita's Italian Ice, for now. The one I live by hires at sixteen.

I try to shut my alarm off, but I keep missing, so I sit up and I throw it across the room. Anger issues are showing.

I take a super-fast shower, and slip my uniform on. My uniform is a simple Rita's shirt, black shorts, and a visor. I finish brushing my teeth, hair, and I eat breakfast. After that, i hop into the car.

As I drove off, I realized that there was a car behind me, but in a creepy way. It was a punch-buggy, not the kind of car you would stalk someone with.

"Stop thinking bad things, Cynthia!" I think to myself.

Once I reach Rita's, I pretend not to notice the car. I suppose they just want some Italian ice. The guy stepped out as soon as I did and stalked toward me like I am a gazelle and he is the lion. As soon as I reached the back door, one terrifying large hand rested on my shoulder, and not in a friendly way, might I add. Because he was so close, I got a better look at him. He was wearing a ripped black shirt and torn blue jeans. He had light brown hair and brown eyes. I could smell the beer off of him.

I flinched and warned him, "I wouldn't do that if I were you!"

"Why wouldn't I, sugar?" He replied after chuckling.

I struggled to tell him the truth. I couldn't just tell him what I am! I also wasn't too fond of being raped, either.

"I...I, um, know karate!" I lied. I was never a good liar.

"Mmmmm... good. I like 'em feisty!" He gave me his most expected answer.

UGH! Great! There is nobody in the shop, so I couldn't scream. Well, it is worth a try. I tried screaming, but he was quicker than me.

He put his mouth right next to my ear and said, "It'll hurt more if you struggle!"

With that said, he tried to take off my shirt. I bit his hand and screamed. Yet again, he was quicker than me, but before he put his hand back on my mouth, I got to scream for three seconds.

The last thing I heard before darkness took over, was the thumping of running footsteps.

*****Justin's POV*****

I was headed out to play poker with my pack mates.

'Justin!' My wolf, Tyler, shouted randomly.

'What?' I growled.

'Her! Our mate is close!' He screeched.

I slammed on the brakes and listened to my wolf's directions. I ended up at Rita's and starred at the shop until my wolf growled because he felt something was wrong.

I walk to the front door and try to open it. It's locked. That's not good...

I end up having to go to the back door, and what I saw made me mad. Actually, more than mad. More like, VERY VERY angry.

*A/N

AND SCENE!

THIS IS DEDICATED TO @forevertogether01 BECAUSE SHE GOT ME OFF MY LAZY BUTT AND GOT ME TO POST! See what ONE fan can do? Thanks @forevertogether01

So, my pantalones, what did you think? I dont know if that is how you spell pantalones, so dont judge! Im not a dictionary! Btw, it means pants in spanish.

Oh! And just so u know, I am writing this on my phone(and very rarly my mommy's laptop!), so dont hate if I say u or r instead of spelling it out.

Also, Idk when I am going to update. I already wrote up to chapter 4, but I am sooooo busy with school and hockey/basket ball games. (my dad has season tickets to Cleveland Cavaliers and Lake Erie Monsters.) I am also getting pretty bad grades so I have to study or else I get my phone taken away. Oh! I ,like, sprained my toe/foot, and my friend bit me when I was tickling her and now my hand is bruised. D: *sadness*

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