Shy Human Mate

Mias POV I just got jolted out of a dreamless sleep by the front door slamming and my drunk father yelling. “MIA! Get down here you little b***h” He sounds angry. This is going to be bad. I glacé at the clock and see it 1:20am. I hurry down stairs knowing if I make him wait it will be worse. I fallow the smell of cheap whiskey into the kitchen. When all of a sudden i feel a hand grab the back of my neck and face me towards the kitchen table. “Where is my dinner you little ungrateful b***h!” “I-I-it’s 1:23am daddy. I put it in the fridge when you didn’t come home earlier.” “You need to have it warm next time. Now get out of my site” He says throwing me head first into the counter. Black spots invade my vision and I try to regain my footing. I feel warm liquid dripping down my face and I know I have a cut now. I hurry as fast as I can back upstairs. I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I have a cut about my eyebrow. Great another cut or bruise to cover up. I put a wet washcloth on it to stop the bleeding. I put some antibiotics cream on it and a bandaid. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a old tank top and pajama shorts. I have scars showing on my arms and legs. I have bruises on my stomach and back from yesterday’s interaction. By the time I get cleaned up it’s almost 2am. 4hours till I have to wake up to go to school.It took me a while to fall back asleep. I’m pretty sure I have a concussion. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Well it looks like I didn’t die in my sleep yet again. Every morning I hope not to wake up. It’s sad but that’s what my life has become. I slowly get up. My ribs hurt from my fathers previous beating. I’m sure one is cracked if not broke. I walked into the bathroom and brush my long wavy brown hair. I showered last night before bed so my hair can dry naturally. I change the bandaid on my forehead and start applying cover up the the brush forming around it. I add some gold eyes shadow and mascara to make my green eyes pop. It will help keep attention off my forehead. Now off to find clothes to hide my hideous body. I pick out my favorite black b*a and black thong. I pull out my dark red leggings, black tank top and black hoodie. I pull my hood over my face and pull on my off brand suede boots. I peek out the door and hear my father leave for work. I’m pretty sure he’s hung over but his boss doesn’t care. I go downstairs to the kitchen but the cabinets and fridge are locked. I find a apple on the counter thankfully. I fill my water bottle up and head to the door. It’s about a 20 min walk to school. But I don’t mind. I enjoy the wonderful crisp air. It’s almost spring. I arrive at school and head straight to my locker. No one even notices me. This is the benefit is being a nobody. I grab my books out of my locker and slam is shut before making my way to my AP economics class. What can I say I’m smart but most people don’t notice. I sit in the back of the room and open my favorite book “tithe”. It’s from my favorite author. I read and reread it. The magical world has always fascinated me. I wish it were real. So a fairy can come and take me away. My notice the other students filing in talking amongst themselves. My economy Mr. Walter cleared his throat. I look up to see the hottest man I have ever seen standing in front of the class. How eyes are scanning the room like he’s looking for something. He has light brown hair, golden eyes, a model like face and I can see his muscles through his button up shirt. Suddenly his eyes land on me and he smiles. Why the f**k is he smiling at me for. I quickly look back down. Today my former student and now business owner “Mr. Black will be talking to us about real life owning and running a hotel chain.” I try to keep my head down throughout the class. Why does he keep staring at me. As soon as the bell rings I bolt out of there as fast as I can. Lucas POV I don’t want to go back to my old high school and talk to Mr. Walters. He is a member of my pack and most of the school are pack members so I have an obligation. I look in the mirror at my laugh brown messy hair and gold eyes. I sigh when I look at my other side of my double sink. It’s empty waiting for my mates stuff. I’m 22 and haven’t found my mate yet. It’s the only thing I’m missing in life. Most wolfs find there mate between 16-18. I sign and head for the door. Off to high school