What's wrong with me?

Chapter:1

It's hard when no one wants to be your friend. It's even harder when they ignore you. I've grown use to it by now. I know who I am and where I want to go when I graduate. I am eighteen years old waiting for my mate. I know him.

He knows me. He doesn't want to be near me. He thinks I will cause him weakness. He's not an alpha or beta's son. He is the son of our highest ranked warrior. If this pack had a gamma he would be next in line. Enough about him.

My day starts as usual. I wake up, put on some clothes no one would make fun of before going downstairs to breakfast. I eat quietly before leaving for school. Even though it's my senior year of high school, I still have to go. My parents refuse to homeschool me. They don't know what I go through at school. I don't care if they do or not.

When I get to school, I stay out of the way of everyone. My locker, luckily is out of the way of everyone. It's right next to a door leading outside where most don't gather. Only problem is, it's across the hall from the prep girls. The girls most of the guys in this pack have slept with. The cheerleaders, the rich, and the in people who's parents are a somebody in this pack.

Just my luck today that my mate happened to be at those lockers. I dialed my combination, opened my locker and got out my book for my first class. I went ahead and got my second period book too to save me a trip. I put my backpack inside before walking to my first class.

I again stay out of the way and keep my head slightly up so I can watch where I'm going. Learned that lesson sophomore year when I accidentally ran into a burly senior boy and got a royal beating. I missed class that day and was sore to the next class. When I finally got to my first class, I sat in the back away from everyone.

Seating charts don't work. You have to be entitled to get a front row seat. I don't mind it though. My grades aren't suffering and they are above average. I'm actually one of the smartest seniors. They get recognized at graduation for having a 4.0 gpa.

When the last bell rings for class to begin, I'm already ahead of the rest of the class on my work. When I was done, I kept to myself, staying in my seat, and away from the scrutiny of my classmates. If I breathe wrong then I get beat. If I step wrong it's a beating. If I speak to the wrong person, if you guessed I get beaten, then you are correct.

It just gets worse from there. Outside of school I'm not bothered. In school, it's like everyone hates someone and I'm that someone. I don't try to hide from them. It makes it worse. I don't try to run. It makes it even more worse. The only thing I can honestly do is fake dead and I would not get as bad of a beating as I probably could get. It only works a few times before they catch on.

At the end of class, I turn my work in before leaving for my next class. I definitely have to watch where I'm going. One day I ran into the back of my mate and the blonde hanging on him turned around and slapped me. He only scowled before turning back as she fussed and pouted about how I almost ruined her manicure.

I could do damage if I wanted to. It would get me killed though. I entered my second class only to sit in the back again. That's exactly how my morning went. Walking on eggshells until lunch. I finally caught my breath at lunch and ate my sack lunch without being bothered. I'm like a ghost to them unless I move the wrong way. After lunch I grabbed what I needed from my locker before going to class.

Science was one of my favorites. Then I remembered the teacher was assigning partners today. I love working by myself. It's easy for me to. I sat at a back table waiting for the torture to begin. When the teacher began, he stated that we will get to chose our partner. "It will be permanent for the rest of the school year.

"Only downside as you heathens call it, is that it is a hat draw. That's how partners will be chosen." The class was a chorus of groans. The teacher called the first guy up. It's guy, girl partners. That's another thing I hate. And this also happens to be the preps class. When my mate went up to draw, I knew the look on his face when he turned around and scowled.

Why does fate have a horrid sense of humor? He grabbed his stuff and drug his feet back to the table I was sitting at. He put his stuff between us using it as a wall. The teacher again reannounced that this was for the rest of the school year. Looks like I'm investing in bringing some earbuds and doing all the work.

At the end of class, I was again the last to leave and the last to my last class of the day. Gym. That was the worst. Since there are few seniors that take this class, and me being one of them, I'm in a class with nineteen others. Ten girls and ten guys. Most are preps. Maybe three or four of each gender are nonpreps.