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“Dude, you suck!” Luke screamed before stealing the basketball from Damon and throwing it in the net before Damon could even respond. I rolled my eyes as the two continued to banter on the court. Ever since we were little, Luke has had the horrible habit to be loud. He needs the attention on him and will use every opportunity to show off. He practically bathes in the spotlight and adores when an audience gathers to watch his antics. Damon laughed, brushing Luke’s attempt at beef aside, before leaping into action. With one swift jump, he changed the game. The ball barely touched the ground before Damon bounced it to his side and finished the game off with a dunk.
“Hey!” Luke explained while the rest of the boys just laughed. Another bad habit of Luke is that he is a bad loser. The boy can sulk till the cows come home. Damon ignored him and turned towards me.
“Check this out, Angel!” Damon said with a smirk and then with a quick shit eating grin towards Luke, he threw the ball over his head. As if he walked around with eyes at the back of his head, the ball dropped through the net in one smooth hop. I chuckled and did a little cheer with my pompoms, which in this case was their shirts. Naturally, the Alpha and Beta to be would never have a face-off in basketball fully clothed. Damon bowed before turning towards Luke.
“Can you beat that Lukeeeeey?” Damon teased with a big smirk on his face. Luke seethed in anger and tackled Damon. The two then proceeded to wrestle on the court like the children they are. I shook my head. You really can’t take these two anywhere. They’re always competing with each other. Some things never change. Nine out of ten times it was about something ridiculously stupid. Today, it’s who can score the most? Yesterday it was who can fart the hardest. And once they’re able to shift, there will surely be a competition on who can shift skins the quickest. The twins jumped into action, pulling the two boys apart when it became clear it was turning from a friendly wrestle into a serious one. I frowned when Damon seemed to shake all over and quickly rushed to his side to calm him. As his birthday and first shift were just around the corner… Well, let’s just say the man is on edge. I pulled Damon in for a hug, and within a minute, he was as calm as he could be and ready for another round of loops. I shook my head and returned to my spot on the bench. Once seated and ready to cheer when needed, Gareth handed me a cup of hot chocolate.
“Hey, uncool! Where is ours?” The twins moaned and poked at Gareth’s side before the three of them started to wrestle. I rolled my eyes. All of my friends are childish. The crowd cheered, and my attention snapped back to the court once more. Damon had the ball and was making quite a good solid progress towards his net before Luke stole the ball and dribbled it back to his side. Damon was one second to slow to respond as his fingers could only brush the air just below the ball as it fell through the net. Luke cheered and waved at the crowd that always seemed to gather around them.
“Please, with these guns I can beat you any day!” I cringed as Luke showed off his muscles to the crowd, which made the girls squeal in excitement. Humans and wolves alike always seemed to follow my friends with a glint in their eyes. I could practically see the drool drip down their chins. I shook my head. I could never understand what goes through these girls’ mind as they drooled and gushed over these boys. Yes, they’re attractive, but they’re beyond gross. Then again, I’ve grown immune to their charms as we’ve been a close-knit group of friends since we could walk and talk.
“Oh, it’s on!” Damon sneered before successfully making all the girls swoon with a dunk. Damon, being the dork he truly is, bowed to the audience and taunted Luke with a grin. These two could egg each other on without fail every single time. Their intense game continued all throughout lunchtime and only came to a stop when the bell rang, signaling the start of our next class. The two panted unattractively and quickly grabbed my pompoms to rub their sweat off. I laughed loudly and pointed out the fact that they just soiled their only pair of shirts. They shrugged and pulled on their sweaty shirts before shooting me a grin. I pulled a face. Boys are so gross. Even though I was considered as one of the boys, I would still often find myself genuinely disgusted by their antics. But then again, I also had this weird thing about hygiene, something they would tease me about relentlessly. I got up and poked Gareth side who was deeply engrossed in this new game on his phone. He smiled and grabbed our bags before we moved towards the school building.
“Where do you think you are going?” Scott asked, throwing his meaty hand over my shoulder, pulling me into his side. My skin crawled at his touch, and I quickly shrugged his hand off. Revolting. Scott just doesn’t get the message. These last few weeks Scott has gotten it in his head that I’m dying to be his girlfriend. The more I rejected the sod, the worse his ‘flirtations’ got. You want what you can’t have, or so I’ve been told. It’s no secret to everyone that dating isn’t on my agenda. I’m not interested in fooling around with anyone but my mate. Even then, I’m not in a rush to meet the man. I like being in complete control. I love making my own choices and not following the norm or so to say. The fact that my body language screamed that I wasn’t interested didn’t seem to matter. Scott was the first guy to pay any romantic interest in me. Heck, he is probably the only guy in this school that has noticed my existence or gender. I play it low. I keep my head down. I go about life in my own way. I don’t dress like a girly girl, heck I’m that cliché tomboy girl with jeans and a graphic tee. My hair is always up in a ponytail. I loathe having things on my face, and I’ve never once in my life touched makeup. The only girly thing I do is paint my nails mostly because I like having colors on my nails. It’s nice to look at. It’s been years since I’ve worn a dress and you have to drag my limp body to the mall. Elena, Damon’s mom, has attempted a girl shopping trip for years. Just this morning she had brought up the subject of dressing up for Damon’s birthday. My will was slowly yielding to her begging, but over my dead body would I share this with her …oh the horror. If I let her win just this once, I will never be able to escape her shopping trips again. You just don’t say no to Elena. As the Luna, she tends to mother all of the pups, especially the orphans. Although pups without any parents tend to be rare, hence my predicament always managed to shine a spotlight on me. I despised even thinking about it. Why I’m an orphan is something that has been whispered about for years. I hate it. The shame and disgrace that seems to follow me around like a heavy burden because of the choices I never made. I pushed my thoughts aside as thinking about the women that birthed me always seem to boil my blood, and I had other annoyances to focus on. Scott for starters.
“I’m only going to say this once. Let me go, or I will rip off your balls.” I snapped and shrugged his hand off that always seem to cling onto my body. Scott gasped overdramatically and raised his arms in surrender. Anger pumped through my veins at his attempt of an apology. An apology he clearly didn’t mean if the stupid grin on his face was anything to go by.
“You know that I’m the only guy in this whole damn town that even sees you as a girl, right? I’m the only guy that will ever notice you. You should be grateful and give into me. I will show you the world. I can keep you satisfied.” I froze in my tracks and slowly turned around to face Scott. Is this prick serious? He flashed his signature cocky smirk, and I balled my hands into fists. He’s serious. I breathed heavily, desperately fighting off the urge to rip out his tongue and fucking feed it to him. I inhaled deeply. Calm down, Angie. You can do this. Don’t respond to his bullshit, that’s what he wants. Murder is wrong. Violence isn’t the answer. Ignore him. He wants attention.
“Don’t act so innocent. We all know you gang bang all of the boys.” Oh. Fuck. No. I turned, ready to stay true to my promise and rip his balls clean off when Damon stepped forward, and he was pissed.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Damon seethed as he pushed me behind him. Scott nearly jumped out of his skin, and for one-second, fear crossed his eyes. He quickly pushed it aside and stood straight and proud. Idiot. Don’t challenge the Alpha.
“Admit it, man. She is no girl, and no one will ever want her.” Scott said with a smirk on his face. Damon growled and stepped forward, ready to feel blood under his claws. The boys followed suit, prepared to stop him at all cost. No. That’s not right. One glance towards my friends told me that they were most likely going to help him. Probably dig his grave while Damon killed him. “Leave before I kill you.” Damon snapped, his control slipping over his wolf by the second. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into my body.
“Calm down. He isn’t worth it.” I breathed, tugging him towards the direction of the school building. We are going to be so late. We can’t afford another point against our name. If I get detention because of this prick, I’m going to kill him.
“Look, she can’t even say something to defend herself. You always just run away. I bet she is pretty shitty in bed. I don’t even know why I bother with her. She is, after all, damaged goods. Rejected and tossed-” I lost it. I kicked him in the balls. Hard.
“Never touch me again. Never so much as talk to me or next time I will rip them off and feed them to you. Do you understand me?” I snapped, but my words fell to death ears as Scott rolled on the ground, groaning in pain. I kicked him again and forced him to roll over onto his back. I pressed my foot into his crotch. Fear crossed over his features, and I smirked. He is definitely listening now.
“What is going to happen when you touch me without my consent again?” Scott blinked blindly. Confusion etched onto his face. I added pressure on my foot and smirked when the prick squeaked like a little bitch.
“You’re going to rip my balls off.” Scott muttered in a pathetic little voice.
“What is going to happen when you talk to me again?” I leaned in close, loving every second of seeing this boy cower in fear underneath me.
“You’re going to rip my balls off and feed it to me.” Scott cried, and I chuckled.
“Yes, that’s right, and I’m going to tell you a little secret.” I paused for dramatic effect because apparently, I like to torture people now. “Once I’m done ripping of your balls, and you had a nice little snack…my friends here-” I gestured at Damon and the boys who were still ready to slaughter the piece of trash in front of them. “-are going to kill you.” I smiled, and with one final push into his crotch, I turned around and made my way to my next class.
“Remind me not to piss her off.” Luke mumbled under his breath. The boys agreed in unison, and I chuckled in my best evil laughter before shooting them a wink.
My happiness was short lived as my next class was Math. I hate Math. I honestly can’t put my hatred into words. Mr. Kane is a grumpy old fart that hates everyone and goes out of his way to embarrass his students. He makes you feel like a waste of space and the dumbest person on the planet at least once a week. Mr. Kane would randomly call on you just when you think you’re safe and demand you solve a math problem that the old goat has yet to explain. He will call you to the front of the class and force you to try to solve this new problem you’ve never even seen. If you were unable to solve it, well pack your bag buddy and move to a different country. Change your name while you’re at it. For the next ten minutes, he would speak to you like you never learned the alphabet and dumb the problem down as he explains how you should solve it. He can and has made many students cry. He also never forgets. Oh no, if you were ill-prepared or Moon Goddess forbid you forgot your homework …it’s bad. Arriving ten minutes late turned Mr. Kane’s attention onto me. He was ready for blood. My entire body tensed up as dread filled my being. Kill me now. I glanced at the problem on the board and tried my utmost best not to show my relief. He doesn’t like that. It was a new problem but a problem I happened to go through over the weekend as I prepared for the new school week. I dropped my bag at my desk and awkwardly made my way to his looming whiteboard. I hate being up here. I hate feeling thirty sets of eyes on my back. I despised it. As quickly as humanly possible, I finished the problem before returning to my seat in the second row. Mr. Kane begrudgingly accepted my answer and moved his attention to the next poor soul. I bit back a smirk at the transparent look of dissatisfaction on his face. Mr. Kane: 428. Angela: 1. My lap of victory was short-lived as not even two minutes later, the principal requested a meeting. Although being able to escape Math class was a blessing I’ve wished for many times before… I didn’t exactly want to trade one hell for another. I dragged my feet to his office, thoroughly regretting turning to violence earlier. He wasn’t worth it. As good as it felt to stand up for myself, violence isn’t the answer. Twenty minutes later, with a firm scolding and detention for the next week, I was sent on my way. Dread settled into my stomach at the thought of going home and giving the detention paper to Elena. Elena is going to have my head for this. I should’ve bitten my tongue and held my head high like I always do and fucking ignored the prick. Heck, I should’ve stood back and waited for him to finish his sentence. Damon and the boys were two seconds away from destroying him. But no, my anger controlled my actions and what a load of good that has brought me. The bell rang and begrudgingly I made my way to my next period, Art. This day just keeps getting better and better. I don’t have one single artistic bone inside my body. I would love to be artistic and create masterpieces left and right, but I could barely draw a stick figure. I’m absolutely terrible in Art, and that is putting things nicely. I was forced into the subject by no one other than the dork I call my best friend. Damon was convinced that Art class is a great place to pick up girls. He also figured he could turn the 45 minutes into a free period as minimal work would be required. He was proven wrong within the same day and because the man was so convinced that the Alpha to be joining Art class alone would be considered strange, he dragged me onto a sinking ship, to say the least. In his perfect fantasy world, naked girls would model for him and when this didn’t happen because 1) he is still a minor and 2) it was high school Art, he was incredibly disappointed. That being said, the dork did get some action. No matter where he went, girls would swoon and practically fall over themselves for him to notice them. He didn’t need the Art class to help him in the ladies’ department. I guess I could understand where the girls were coming from. Damon is incredibly attractive, and he is a nice guy, but these girls didn’t know him. They just saw what his position would mean for them. Power. Also, apparently, as the news would tell me through the grape line, he is excellent in bed. A fact that disgusted me. Now, it’s not uncommon for the male wolves to sleep around before they find their mates. Something as I’ve been told about them not being able to control their hormones and the underlining dominating male wolf but we all know that is just a pile of bullshit. An excuse to make themselves feel better about ‘dirtying’ themselves. I hope my mate has the good common sense to not sleep around. I will give him hell for it.
Damon’s mood has gotten worse and worse as the days went by. His hormones raged inside of him as his wolf boiled just below the service. It’s understandable as he’s turning eighteen tomorrow. His wolf is practically clawing to come out. His first shift only hours away. Once shifted, he will become the Alpha of the Moon Pack. Damon was ecstatic to take his father’s place as the Alpha. He was born to be a leader and then trained to be a good one. His entire life was all about this moment. The added bonus was that once shifted, he would be able to scent his destined one, his mate. I pushed the part of me that dreaded tomorrow aside and steeled myself. I’m supposed to be happy for him, but as the pit in my stomach continued to grow as his birthday neared, happiness was the last thing I could muster up. I will be the first one to admit that I’m bad with change. Everything needs to remain the same. Everything needs to be in my control. If anything went out of line…it made me uncomfortable. My skin would start to itch, and the simple act of breathing would become unbearable. I would forget how to swallow, and my sight would turn blurry. It was bad. I need to be in control. Damon finding his mate is change. Damon leaving me is out of my control. Nothing will be the same after he finds her.
I shifted my attention to Damon, whose face pulled in a scowl as he intensely focused on realistically replicating the fruit bowl on his sketchpad. I glanced at my pathetic attempt of drawing an orange which looked more like a wonky circle than anything else and thought about the next few months. These upcoming few months are going to be exciting, full of possibilities, and change. In just three weeks it’s our six weeks summer break. Six weeks where Damon would surely be knee deep in Alpha work. Once summer is over, its only one short month of classes before it’s our final exam, and then just like that high school is over. Werewolves go to school just like humans do. We sit through the same classes, the same subjects but every year we just end it a bit differently. We finish our final exam of the year early on, and the last four months of the school year it’s werewolf time. It’s funny. The switch from the normal human mundane subjects to the fun part. It has been said that your senior werewolf year is an interesting one. Since most wolves are eighteen, able to shift and have found their mates. It’s apparently a sight to see. You train, fool around and talk about your future within the pack. You learn the history, the present, and everything in between. You learn about other supernatural creatures, and the list goes on. At the end of the year, you have your first werewolf exam, which will rank you. Your ranking is your value to the pack. Every rank has different benefits and responsibilities. Everyone is important. Every single level in the ranks makes the entire balance of the pack sing in harmony. My knowledge on all the different ranks and their levels is still limited as it’s only something they go into full detail on your eighteenth year. After the werewolf exam, you graduate and become an adult member of the pack. Usually, you’re a member through your parents’ connection to the pack. It’s way too complicated to even attempt to explain. There is a ceremony and a big pack run at the end of the year. My birthday is at the end of all of this. I will turn eighteen on the 29th of December.
After high school, you have a limited amount of choices. Do you wish to go to a typical human college and consider moving onto a human career? This is needed of course. Werewolves as police officers, doctors, and lawyers can be a great benefit for the pact. There is the option to become a pack warrior, teacher or even a carer. Most wolves wish to stay within their pack grounds and start a family with their mates. Some wolves wish to broaden their horizons and explore the world. Really, you can do whatever you please with your life, well within bounds of course. Wolves are pack creatures. It’s dangerous for wolves to be alone or far from the pack environment for a set amount of time. Most wolves also loathe living in the city as this limit your other self’s freedom. You can’t exactly shift into a wolf and run through central park. You have options, but it is expected that whatever career choice you make, it needs to have some benefit for the pack. You can’t just go off and become a nail technician. Or better yet a hairdresser. Those were the jobs better left for the humans. Like most of my classmates, I was still unsure about my future. Unlike my boys who had big shoes to follow; Damon as the Alpha, Luke as the Beta, Gareth as the Enforcer and the finally the twins as the Deltas. I had no shoes to fill. My father is long gone and unable to guide and advise me. My birth mother wasn’t even an option unless a homewrecker and murderer was a new career choice. Back in the day, my father was the pack doctor and a bloody good one to the bat. He could heal so many wounds, but he couldn’t heal his broken heart. He was the smartest wolf I’ve ever known, so sharp it ended up being the weapon he wielded to end his own life. I bit back the tears and forced myself to focus on my surroundings. With only five minutes remaining of Art class and an unfinished bowl of fruit, I scribbled some form of shapes. Maybe I can pass this off as abstract art? The bell rang, and relief flooded through my system as it was finally the last class of the day. PE or Physical Education is one of my favorites from the human classes. Here we are allowed to come out and play. We get to test and broaden our physical abilities, all in our human form of course. Most students can’t shift yet, anyway. The boys met up with us at the end of the hall, and we headed to the gym together.
Their excited chatter was lost to my ears. I paid them no mind. They were probably talking about girls. My mind still reeled with the thoughts of my father. Thinking about him always dampened my day.
“You do know all the shit Scott said is just a load of bull. We all know you’re a girl.” Luke said, breaking the sudden silence that I didn’t even notice was there till he spoke up. All the guys nodded in agreement, and I sighed. The incident with Scott had completely slipped my mind. I have bigger fish to fry. As it was way too early to be the better person and forgive and forget Scott’s words, a reminder only served to anger me once more. I clung onto that anger, anything to distract myself.
“Yeah, because hearing that is going to make me feel fucking great right about now.” I muttered under my breath, and Luke just sighed before pulling me in for a hug.
“You are beautiful just the way you are.” He whispered into my ear before pecking my forehead. I sniffed back traitorous tears and smiled. Luke can have his moments. I frowned a little confused at Damon’s growl in the background but pushed the fact aside and instead embraced Luke’s sweet moment. They needed to treasured. It’s not every day you get to see a unicorn.
“Sounds like a song to me.” Simon busted our laughing at my brilliant response. His laughter as always infected everyone else. Samuel had shown us many times in the past that he was unable to hold back his laughter when his twin cackle of laughter filled the room. He would then proceed to lose his shit, which would spark Simon to laugh even louder. The two would then infect each other, and this was an absolute hilarious sight to see. Soon you could find all of us laughing to the point of actual torture. Who needs an ab workout when you can laugh yourself into a six pack? I wheezed between laughter, feeling faint from the lack of air. The twins could quite literally steal my breath away. I graciously waltzed into the gymnasium if I have to say so myself. The guys, however, didn’t get the memo and stumbled through the doors gasping for breath. This called for every single set of eyes in the room to follow our every move. Great. I could practically feel the heat of his hatred stabbing my body and glanced up to see Scott. Someone was a little sour about being beaten by a girl in front of his friends. I returned his icy glare with my own. He leaned over to his friends and whispered something into their ears like this little bitch he truly is. His friends then proceeded to laugh overdramatically. I bit my lip and fought back the anger. You already have a week’s detention in your summer break. Do you really want to make things worse? Scott smirked, absolutely ecstatic that he was getting under my skin. I balled my hands into fists and forced myself to count down from ten. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. Scott’s friends commented something in return, and Scott with not even a single attempt to being subtle cackled with laughter and pointed towards me.
“Look, guys, just like I said. He doesn’t have a single feminine bone inside his body.” 10. 9. 8. Violence isn’t the answer. Remember? Knowing that ripping his balls off was only going to give me more trouble than what he is worth did little to calm the raging anger inside of me. Without taking a moment to pause and consider why his words angered me so, I turned towards my friends.
“I’m going shopping after school boys. I have a point to prove now.” I said with a smirk. It’s one stone and two birds’ type of deal. Elena will be overjoyed to hear that I surrendered and I get to show the middle finger to Scott without getting in trouble. It’s a win-win.