The Bad Boy Is A Werewolf

Chapter One

C H A P T E R  1 :

There is a world beyond ours. One with mystical creatures and the unknown. There are those who lurk amongst us, beings that aren't meant to exist, people, we aren't meant to see. A pair of Grey-blue iced eyes stare at me from a mile away. I can't tell what it is, but every time I move forward, it's as if I am not moving, as if I am still. Held down by shackles that are unseen.

I woke up to the sun’s rays. Yawning I hot out of bed, walking to my shower. I let the water run, before standing under the warm water. Mom and dad were still asleep, but I can't blame them they work anytime during the day and sometimes at night.

I put the kettle in as I spread butter on the bread and switched on the toaster, pulling out eggs, I made some for us and packed mom and dads. Finishing up I walked back to my room and got easy putting on my school uniform. I grabbed my bag and turned to the quiet and still house. 

"Goodbye," I said, my voice carried out softly, and since there was no one to reply to me, I walked out the door and headed for the school bus.

I waited at the bus stop with several other students. A few of my classmates stood beside me, but I couldn't care less. I put my earphones on and stood still, but what they didn't know was that I could hear them. And what's worse is they are speaking about me and I'm standing right next to them. Well, who cares.

I am not very liked.

Or let’s say, I’m the embodiment of what people would call “Invisible”

people see me as an anti-social, introverted disease that has no taste in anything. But honestly, I'm just lonely and  I have always been alone. I haven’t had any friends for the longest time ever, and I don’t need any friends. If anything. I like how I’m living right now.

The bus came into view as everyone loaded one by one. I waited so I would be the last one, I found an empty space right at the back and took a seat. I looked out my window to the sky, there was this huge cloud in the bright day. I couldn't help but admire it. There were a few popular girls in front of me, they began putting on their makeup and talking about the latest trends and the football jock that seemed to have an interest in the brunette. Their lashes heavily coated with mascara had me wondering. Who cares what you look like? It's only happiness if you're happy with how you look, but of course, being the person I am, I chose not to say anything and minded my own business. I don't want to get into a fight on the first day of my junior year in High school.

Rule one: Don’t do anything that will get you bullied.

The school bus stopped outside the school and I walked out as soon as everyone made their way out, but people being the kind of people they are, they decided it would be funny to trip me, making me fall into my knees. They chuckled at how funny it was to them. Did I look like a rag doll? A freaking stuffed animal that wouldn’t feel anything. Idiots.

One day they'll all bow down to me.

…is what I’d like to think, but that only ever happens in the fairy tales.

A motorcycle roared on the other side capturing everyone's attention. Parking to the side, I watched as the entire female population of our school swoon over the sight before them. He was here. The “he” everyone is afraid, but for some reason they adore him. The “he” who never speaks, petty sure making you think he was mute.  The “he” who only looks down on you,  because his genes were on the taller side. the “he” delinquent, the dark mysterious, and not gonna lie, pretty sexy, Zolton Smith.

He showed up at our school last year, towards the ending of the year. We finished freshman year together. He had always sat next to me, but never uttered a single word. Probably his way of staying away from people.

He's loved by everyone although he's an anti-social like me, of course, our statuses are on completely different levels since I'm treated more like a disease. That's why you can never trust people and their judgement, they can pretend and pretend and the day you pull of their masks you see the ugly side of them. If id been a little prettier, I’m pretty sure Zolton and I would be treated the same.

I stood up while everyone was distracted. Looking down I rushed into the school. But not looking where I was going I bumped into someone. A very hard someone. Were they carrying rocks?

Please I pray let it be a geek. I beg you, God.

I looked up to see a pair of Grey-blue icy eyes, the ones I've seen in my dreams, and they belong to none other than him. Zolton Smith. Taking a step back I looked to my feet. It’s only the first day and it looks like I’m begging to be tormented.

"I apologize," I said to him in a haste, but he hadn't uttered a word, instead he pulled me into a hug, and put his face into my neck. I froze for a mere second at the sudden contact, my mind going blank.

"Mate" he muttered.

What the hell was happening? What in the world was he doing,? Did he want me dead? is there a reason he's hugging me? What's Mate?  Is it someone he knows? Or is he calling us buddies?

I pulled back from him and took a few steps back, my hearth thumping uncontrollably. For a moment it felt so wrong having to pull back. Why? My life was too precious to think about that for even a moment.  I took a breath and looked up at him, looking him in the eyes. I felt bewitched for a second. As though there was a hold on me, not allowing me to move away.

"I'm sorry I'm not your mate, I'm Victoria, we've met before, but we’ve never really hung out. Sorry, I'm not who you're looking for." I said nervously. It felt as though daggers were being shot my way. If looks could kill, the entire school would get away with murder.

All he did was stare at me in confusion. Did I say something wrong, or offend him? Feeling slightly awkward,  I walked away from him as glares were continued to be sent my way.

"Hey Victoria, when was the last time you had a boyfriend? You're practically seventeen and you haven't had one?" the mean girls teased.

Actually, I haven't had friends or people I could hang out with for the past 9 years, all people are fake, and I don't need fake people in my life. I got my books from my locker and ignored the jealous stares from the girls in our school and walked to class. I snorted.

I needed my eyes checked, Jealous of what exactly? Me? You’re funny Victoria.

Walking into the classroom, I walked towards the back taking a seat. I faced the whiteboard, as everyone walked in, not knowing I was there. The perks of being me. Zolton walked in and all the girls gasped fixing up this makeup and dresses. But I already knew. He always did and always will sit next to me, after all, that is his escape.

‘haa… I see a difficult life ahead of me…’

And that's exactly what he did. He sat down not uttering a word. Instead of questioning his entire concept of sitting next to me, I opened a book and began reading. But what's different is my escape is in the mythical and unknown world. That will always be my escape.

I could feel him stare at me, his eyes, looking into my pathetic soul. What had me in a frenzy, were his eyes that had made an imprint in my mind, that I even dreamt about them.

Victoria you p*****t.

But was I really? it made no sense to see them, every night for the last 3 weeks. Was this a premonition?

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