Claimed by her second chance

Chapter Three

Tylah's POV

The teacher collected our work that was due and then wished us luck on our future,

it was our last time stepping foot in this classroom, a few of the other students were

yelling in excitement talking to one another about what they'll be doing when this is all

over. I sat quietly keeping to myself and just played with my pen in my hand whilst I

waited for the bell to ring for lunch.

once the bell signaled lunch time I made my way to the cafeteria and grabbed my food tray,

looks like macaroni cheese and salad with orange juice today, food isn't the best here but it is edible.

I slid into the empty chair at a table for one next to the trash can and begun having lunch.

I was almost through eating the salad on my tray when I felt a cold sticky splash on my head,

looking up through my wet strands of hair i see Becca and her group of bully friends, Tarryn and

Stacy standing there laughing at me, gaining the attention of everyone else in the room, then the

shrill voice of Becca came "you just can't seem to keep to yourself can you runt? you seem to be everywhere

your not wanted" my heart ached with that truth, that I'm the unwanted she wolf, but Becca continues her speech

"I smelt your scent on Daxton this morning to, just because we Arnt seeing each other right now

doesn't mean you can start sniffing around where your runt a*s don't belong" before I could look back up at her

I felt a searing pain on my left cheek, she slapped me. she slapped me so damn hard I was seeing stars,

Becca the turned around and stormed off into the crowd of staring people with her little minions hot

on her heel. not much I can do about my cheek, I rushed to the bathrooms to examine the damage, "nothing a little

concealer cant fix" I thought to myself when I opened my bag.

Next class was about pack history, this has got to be one of the easiest classes there is as we learn

a lot about the pack from our parents when we are pups, we completed a simple test and then

all we had to do was wait for the bell so we can leave, I noticed the other students who finished their

test as I did keep peering at me, probably trying to see the bright red hand print Becca left on my porcelain skin,

it's probably spread round the school by now. when I didn't give them any attention the stares and whispers stopped,

or at least I hoped they had but to make sure, i hurried from class the moment the bell went. I needed to get

home before mum or dad sees this mark and question me too.

fumbling with my keys as I stand on the front porch of our small but modern cottage home, I hear a rustle of the bushes

across the street and spin around, I cant see or scent who that was but I can feel I'm being watched once again.

once I get the door open, I hurry inside, lock the door and head straight to my room.

the next few days pass by the same, more of being invincible, more juice stained clothes and more slaps in the face I

even got a kick to the ribs once from Tarryn while Becca recorded it, so embarrassing but not much I can do, the video

was passed round school but didn't seem to be the hot topic for long.