Chapter: 6

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At the end of the day, I walked to my house and when I walked through the front door, there was my two uncles. They never make surprise visits. Or considering that I wasn't found for two weeks, they stuck around to see if I came home from school today.

My mother came out of the kitchen. "Colby where have you been?" Oh yeah. My parents call me by the name they wanted to call the son they never had. I raised a brow before going up to my room. When I opened the door, the floor was covered in wrapped boxes.

'Merry belated Christmas to me!' I thought. I picked one up and looked at who it was from. One of my cousins. "Hope you like them." I turned to face the door. "Thank you." I said giving a weak smile. "Keep your chin up. Your halfway through the school year. We'll come and check over spring break to see how you are doing." My uncle said.

"I'll try." I said. He hugged me. He didn't say anything. He released me before saying that he and his brother had to go back to their pack. I nodded before they left. I walked to the landing watching as they exchanged words with my mother before leaving. I went back to my room, locked the door and stayed there the rest of the night opening gifts.

When I got to the window there was a box with no name on it. Only who it was to. I opened it before sitting on the window seat and taking the top off the box. A rose made out of crystal sat inside the box neatly. I picked it up letting the light glisten off of the clear petals.

I looked in the middle seeing diamonds. I set it in the window before continuing to open the gifts. Most of them were clothes. Some was perfume, and jewelry. I think my grandparents got me the most gifts. I sat back down and picked up the rose. Whoever got it for me, did a great job.

I got a shower and hit the bed and was out instantly. When morning hit, I was up, dressed, ready and had breakfast down in less than ten minutes. I was out the door taking the long way to school. It helped to stretch my legs. As I came to the soccer fields behind the school, there was a group of prep boys playing football.

I went around them and to the doors. As I walked in there was a teacher leaning against my locker. I asked nicely if I could get into my locker. She didn't move. I asked again. It went from good to awful in no time. The guy that had the locker next to mine shoved her out of the way just enough for us both to get in our lockers. "You need to toughen up." He said before shutting his locker and walking away.

I got the books I needed and turned around. Another fight had broken out amongst the preps. When they fell to the floor, I closed the locker before heading to class. I can't have anything nice at this school. Third hour at my locker was the same stuff. I got my next two text books and went to class. They don't get punished for fighting.

Lunch came and I was back at my secluded spot. I had a book out reading when I spotted the blonde tramp trying to drag my mate down the hall to an empty classroom. She finally got fed up and shoved him against the wall where I couldn't see.

I knew he could smell me down here, that's why he was refusing to. "Not today Ansley." He said. "Why not babe? You always let me suck your think c*ck during lunch." She said. "Not in the mood." He said. More like, she makes it go flat when I'm near the both of them. When the bell rang, I was getting my science book out of my locker when the tramp herself approached me.

"I know you were down the hall. Antonio doesn't want a b*tch like you near him." She said. I didn't smart off. Only walking to a science class I have with her. I sat down at the table where he was already sitting. If the tramp knew that I was his mate, then she would really do damage to me.

Science was uneventful. The tramp started a rumor about me and how I loved to watch live porn in the school hallway. Antonio didn't do anything to stop it. Gym was the same way. Her and some of her minions tried to jump me. Instead the female substitute was watching and they couldn't touch me. I left the school and walked my normal path to my house. No one bothered me, no one followed, not even voices.

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