What's wrong with me?

Chapter:2

"Today we will be playing dodgeball." The coach said. He named off the team captains and let them pick. All the preps were picked first. I was the last to get picked. As usual. Whoever picks second usually is forced to pick me. I don't get in the way, and I am usually the last one on the court.

That's an advantage. When the game starts I'm at the back watching it go down. My mate happened to be on the other team today. As my teammates got out, I stayed out of the way. The coach has a score system for getting people in. If it's from the wall your team is on, five people get in. If it's from below the goal, two. And the line is one. If you happen to make a basket while from the back wall, the whole team is in.

This is the first year I'm actually in a mixed gym class. When I was the last one in and had all of the balls, one on the bench called out. "You can make the basket Cassidy." He yelled. The other team had furrowed brows. I picked up one ball and launched it. It hit the backboard, hit the front of the rim, and sunk in. The guy that picked up the ball, went to throw it.

It was caught by one of the prep guys who threw it back immediately after taking a step hitting someone else. It was chaos. When it was just my mate on the other side, he tried getting his team in. I stood behind the goal, it missed the backboard and fell right into my arms.

The coach blew his whistle. The team captain for our team looked surprised. My mate did too. He let out a string of curses before running his hands through his hair and walking off. I know I will get it later from them. The coach sent us to change and I once again stayed out of the other girl's way.

The girls from the losing team stayed in though. I slipped between two unpopular girls and made my way out. They must have been waiting on me because they never came out. When the bell rang, I went to my locker, grabbed my backpack and went directly out.

I took the scenic route home to avoid any preps. Uneventful though. The force was what startled me. When I looked up I couldn't look at the one towering above me. "Don't you ever make me look like an a**hole in that school again. I don't care if we are mates. You stay out of my way." He didn't harm me physically.

It's all mental abuse from him. He knows that if he physically abuses me, he's abusing himself too. He walked off leaving me in the dirt. It could be worse. He could of had his buddies beat me for making him look like that. They're just as bad as him.

I picked myself up, and went home. My parents think I haven't met my mate yet. I don't tell them about him or that I have met him. They don't question how my day went, what all I did, or who I'm friends with. It's not bad when they've been treating me like this my whole life.

I doubt it will change. Once I graduate high school, I'm definitely moving packs. No one would miss me. That's the bad part. Maybe I'll find a guy who lost his mate and would take me as his own. I wouldn't mind if he already had children either. I would love them as my own. When I got to my house, I climbed up the lattice and onto the roof. I opened my window, crawled in and closed the window back.

My parents would be mad that I got here this late. I pulled out my science journal and looked over my notes. I rewrote them neater in a fancier journal I kept and diagrammed some of the works. It made it look nicer than my illegible writing in my school journal. If some of my class caught on to how neat I wrote, they would have me writing their homework.

I would never have the time to rewrite my stuff. Freshman year I made that mistake and never again will I.