"Yeah, tomorrow's my birthday; I'm going to find my mate, which is most likely Giselle." Aaron said, grinning. I looked up from my book, raising my eyebrow. Giselle. The most beautiful girl in school. She had long blonde hair reaching mid back, which curled in a way that not even a curling iron could perfect. Her baby blue eyes, her cherry red lips, her 'cute' nose. Just having her walk past you smothered your self-esteem. Not that I had much of any self-confidence.
Aaron. The next alpha to our pack. He was a real douche. All he cared about was how a girl's body looked. Sure he was good looking, green eyes, brown hair, and nice features. And of course, let's not forget the abs. All the guys in the pack were gorgeous, with the signature well-built body.
Then, there was me. Zephyra. Dull, straight, back length brown hair, pale as a sheet and stick thin. Nope. I had no curves whatsoever. The only thing I found that wasn't ugly about me was my golden eyes. I was the smallest wolf in the pack, and easily the weakest. This, of course led to the bullying, pranking and public humiliation. Or at least I thought was the reason. Everybody in the pack avoided me, or didn't really like me. This is the sad thing really, because not even my own brother, Eric likes me. He's older than me by a year. But he's second in command. I was the forgotten one. Never allowed to speak up, never talked to in a proper manner.
I looked up to see Aaron glaring at me. He stood up, and advanced towards me, the boys in the pack right behind him. My breath caught in my throat.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"I-"I was cut off when he pulled me upwards roughly by the shirt.
"Shut up," he snapped. I swallowed painfully, my eyes flitting around nervously.
"Well, we all know where garbage belongs," Devin said, another friend of Aaron's.
"To the bin!" Someone whooped in delight. In a matter of seconds, hands shot out to grab my arms and legs and the panic set in as they began to drag me towards the large dumpsters behind the school gym. The strong stench of rotten food from last week's cafeteria food filled my nostrils and I blanched in disgust. The last thing I saw before I was tossed into the dumpster was the large silver lid. Bile rose in my throat as something beneath my squished as I landed. I gagged holding my breath. I started to get up, wobbling slightly at the uneven surface, when I heard a slam and everything went dark. Fear washed over me and I started banging on the metal walls of the dumpster, yelling at them as they laughed.
"Let me out!" I shouted, sobbing. "Please!" I plodded myself down in fear after a few moments, realizing in horror that they wouldn't open in anytime soon.
"Please," I tried again. I rose up again, pushing at the lid helplessly. I whimpered, a tear sliding down my cheek. I heard a sigh.
"Let her out," Aaron said. The door opened and I was hauled out and roughly thrown onto the ground. I looked up slowly into Aaron's cold green gaze.
"No need to thank me," he said. I felt the tears, making their way to my eyes as I rose and bolted as fast as I could. I ran along the sidewalk, and into the thick forest, shifting into my wolf, where I laid myself down under a tree, and my head on my paws. I thought about the time they'd put specks of silver in my orange juice one morning. I was coughing up blood for a week, until finally I had to be checked out by the pack doctor.
Also the time they pushed me into the bonfire. Ouch. I whined pushing my narrow, chocolate brown snout further into my paws. My gold eyes bored into the ground beneath me. My white belly was probably getting dirty but who would notice? My fur was chocolate brown, but white on my chest and stomach. I had splotches of grey all over as well. My coat was useful for blending in with normal wolves, but I had to cover up my human scent.
I looked up watching the sun travel through the sky, until it was gone, replaced by the moon. It was a full moon tomorrow. I heard the thudding of paws, my head snapped toward the direction of the noise the pack was making. They ran right past me, ignoring me, not talking to me through the mind link. The sound of their paws ceased slowly, as they ran further and further away from me. I closed my eyes back to the peace and quiet. Or so I thought. A growling noise was coming through the trees, not too far away from me. I got up to inspect. I padded through the trees, trying not to make any noise. And right before my eyes, is what my life was like in animal form. Three large wolves, not werewolves, were surrounding a wolf pup, growling and snapping at it.
The ironic thing was that the pup looked just like me. Exact same gold eyes filled with fear, brown and white coat, with patches of grey and scrawny figure. I ran at the group, slipping through a space between two of the three wolves, and grabbed the back of the pup's neck by its fur, then raced into the trees. I could hear the three wolves far behind me. I needed a breather. I ran to the closest tree and went up on my hind legs propping the pup onto the lowest branch. With a little struggle, I climbed up on the same branch, and whilst doing that scratched my front paw on a twig. Without another thought, grabbed the pup again, and jumped on a higher branch just in time as the three other wolves ran past our tree. I snorted quietly.
I looked down at the pup, and sniffed it, looking for injuries of any kind, thankfully there were none. The little pup looked up at me, sniffed me, and then started to lick my injured paw, getting rid of the blood. I nuzzled it affectionately. I waited a few minutes, until I was sure the wolves were gone. I picked the pup up again, and then gently jumped of the tree then onto the ground. My claws dug into the soft earth as I started speeding off to my house.
I went up the steps to the front door and dropped the pup on the white wooden porch. I shifted back to human form, my clothes still on my body, and lifted the welcome mat to reveal the spare key. I picked it up, fitting it into the key hole. I turned it until I heard the familiar click. I turned the door knob, and the door opened slowly revealing my dimly lit living room. I padded slowly inside, listening to the quieter sounds of the little pups feet following me.
I walked upstairs then turned to my room, closing the door, as the pup curiously went into my bedroom smelling the floor, bed bookcase and desk. I picked the pup up and sat on my bed. I looked at it. Male or female? I sighed. Well, there was only one way to do this.
I flipped it over on its back. I grimaced, and turned it back over so its stomach was resting on my lap. It was definitely a male. I carried it downstairs with me, plopping myself down on the couch gazing at him.
"I think I might call you Zephyrus." He yowled in response and I smiled. I laid myself down on the couch, and Zephyrus was lying down on my stomach, I found my eyes closing slowly, as I drifted off to sleep.
"Zephyra!" I woke up with a gasp. My brother was standing there glaring at me. "What is that?"
"A wolf pup." I replied, stroking his head.
"I know that but why is it here!?" he bit out harshly.
"Zephyrus," I corrected him, "Is my new companion."
"So, it has a name." he sneered. "Exactly like you. Weak, pathetic, and ugly." Zephyrus and I both growled at him.
"You can't keep it!" He said.
"Why not!?" I asked. "We already have two dogs in this house." I continued quietly. He looked at me in irritation.
"She's right." A lazy voice drawled. Aaron. He came into sight. "Let's just have some pity for the dismal one of the group. Pathetic." His words stung. I ran upstairs, hearing their booming laughter, and Zephyrus scampering behind me as I went into my room, slamming it and leaning against the door, with at least someone to comfort me. With tears streaming down my face, I changed into my pyjamas, and buried myself in my covers. I heard a whine and felt something claw at me through my covers. I sat up. Zephyrus jumped up onto my bed and lay beside me, head resting on his front paws. I laid back down snuggling into my covers, feeling the warmth, and movement of the bed, as Zephyrus snuggled into my chest and fell asleep.
I woke up to hear the alarm blaring, and a wet feeling on my cheek. I sat up, and rubbed Zephyrus' saliva off my cheek. I looked at the clock. Six thirty. I had to make breakfast. I got out of bed, washing my face, and put my clothes on, running my brush through my hair. I jerked my head towards the door.
"C'mon, let's go downstairs," I said. Zephyrus leaped off my bed, and scurried behind me. I took out the bacon, sausage sausages and eggs. I cracked the eggs in a bowl, whisking them into yellow goo, and then pouring it into the pan, adding all the spices needed. I then fried the bacon and sausages, giving Zephyrus three sausages and 4 rashers of bacon. I made the pancake batter, making a large stack of pancakes. I carried everything out, one at a time, setting the table for three, because I knew that Aaron had stayed overnight. I heard them thump down the stairs, already dressed for school.
"Happy birthday, Aaron." I said quietly, not reaching his gaze. He grunted in response.
They sat down at the table where I was and dug in. Eric stopped and looked up at me.
"Juice?" he asked. I sighed and got up sauntering into the kitchen to grab some juice from the fridge. I heard someone come in after me. I turned around. Aaron. He ignored me, and reached for the fridge our hands brushing. A wave of heat went through my body and I was suddenly pinned against the fridge door.
Aaron crushed his lips roughly against mine and I gasped in pain. He wove one hand into my hair, the other circling around my waist and brought me closer, bunching my shirt in his fingers. I blinked in shock, trying to process what exactly was happening. Aaron was kissing me. The Aaron Woods currently had his lips on my own. And it actually felt nice. In what universe was this physically possible? He slowly pulled away from my lips, his lips pressing into my forehead and cheeks in slow firm kisses. My hands slowly went up to gently touch his face and the hand he had placed in my hair was brought down to cover the hand on his cheek. Guiding his head back down to my lips, I leaned up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips further into his own, the arm around my waist tightening, bringing my closer than before. What felt like forever, only lasted a few moments when he pulled away, his lips brushing against mine as he struggled to regain his breath.
"You?" he asked. "You're my mate," I gulped, waiting for the disappointment on his face. I was taken by surprise when he sent his million watt smile at me, his eyes filled with warmth. He ran the back of his hand along my cheek, sending tingles to the surface of my skin.
"ZEPHYRA! WHERE THE HELL IS THE JUICE?" Eric interrupted from the other room. I jumped, startled and picked the juice up from the ground and going back to the dining room. I set it on the table, and sat back down, continuing to eat my food in silence, feeling Aaron glance at me every few minutes. Oh my God. Aaron kissed me. He physically, literally put his mouth on my mouth. And I kissed him back. Oh my God. I not once peeked up from my food, praying that they would hurry up and leave. When they were done, they left without another word to me. I sighed and stretched, brushing my teeth before heading off to school on foot. I sighed dreadfully at the sight of the gloomy grey building in front of me.
I walked up to it slowly, avoiding anyone around me, trying to keep away from one group in particular. I successfully got to my locker without seeing them. Or so I thought.
"Go, on." Eric said. "Touch her hand," I slowly turned my head towards their voices. Aaron was standing in front of Giselle, and they were about to touch hands. I watched, unable to tear my eyes away as he gripped her hand loosely, pulling away in heartbeat.
"Nope," I heard him say. I could've sworn I'd heard Giselle exhale in something of relief. I turned back to my locker a smile playing at my lips.
"Well, bad luck buddy," I heard Devin say. Aaron made a sound of agreement, and I cleared my throat uncomfortably, pulling my books out of my locker, starting another day in hell.
I unlocked the door to our house, wearily throwing down my backpack. The faint ticking of the analogue clock in the hall was comforting. I looked at the hands. It was about fifteen past one. I had to leave school early, since I got frog guts shoved down my shirt, thanks to Devin. It was a bad idea for Mrs. Spencer to pair us up for dissection in biology. I trudged up the stairs and went into the bathroom after grabbing my bathrobe from my room. I turned on the shower, having the water close to hot. I stripped down and got in, savoring the warmth of the water. I sighed to myself, lathering my hair in mint shampoo.
I got out of the shower, steam everywhere. My skin was pink from how roughly I scrubbed to get the intestine stink off. I pulled the white hood over my head and opened the door, a small, startled scream escaping my lips as I looked at Aaron, patiently waiting in front of the bathroom. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and he looked up as he heard me scream. He raised an eye brow and I placed a hand over my hammering heart.
"Hey, Zee," He said softly, My new nickname rolling so easily off of his tongue. My mouth nearly fell open. Was this the same Aaron that ordered me to be shoved into a dumpster just yesterday? The Aaron who put a cat in my locker, which peed all over my things? "Can we talk?" he asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Y-yeah, sure, just let me go and change," I stuttered. He finally noticed that I was only in my robe.
"Oh, right," he said casually. I bit my lip, scurrying off to my room. As I got changed, I heard Aaron's heavy footsteps stop at my door as he waited for me to finish. I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and grabbed my towel rubbing my wet hair with it.
"You can come in now." I called quietly. I sat cross-legged on my bed as the door opened revealing Aaron. He strode in, shutting the door behind me and sitting next to me on my bed. I saw Zephyrus wake up from his long nap and slowly padded his way over to me. I picked him up and turned to Aaron avoiding his gaze.
"Well, I came here to apologise." I furrowed my eyebrows, finally meeting his eyes.
"Why? I mean, what for?" I asked.
"For everything. For the torture, the bullying, the pranks. Everything bad I've ever done to you." he started. "I know it doesn't mean much, but," he ran a hand through his hair. "How do I say this?" he muttered to himself. He opened his mouth to begin his blabber, but I placed my index finger over his lips. He looked startled, but closed his mouth and looked at me.
"Don't worry about it," I said. "I know what you done really hurt me, but I-I think I should leave it all behind." He groaned. I cocked my head at him, and he looked at me, and then closed his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that," he said.
"What?" I asked in confusion.
"It's making me guilty, I mean, I treated you like crap, but you just let it go like I did nothing." he started. "But it's not nothing, I watched you cry all those times, because of me."
"It's okay." I said quietly. He got up.
"I still have to make it up to you," I began to shake my head.
"No you do-" he cut me off.
"I really do. And I will." He said determination evident on his tone of voice. He stood tall in front of me, looking down at me. I gulped, shrinking back slightly. His face fell.
"You're scared of me," he said, It wasn't a question but more of a statement.
"Sorry," I apologised quietly. He grabbed my hand, quick as lightning, startling me.
"You're sorry?" he asked assertively. I flinched at his tone, and his eyes softened. He looked at me apologetically. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, as if trying to carefully word what he would say next. After he said it, I knew why.
"I just want to tell you that w-we can't tell anyone about us yet," he said. He nervously ran a hand through his hair, anxiously awaiting my reaction.
"You're embarrassed of me," I stated, looking down.
"No!" he was quick to reply. "It's not that, it's just that I need a way to come out and tell them you know, they might get scared of us if I come out and day it because of all the bullying. They might think I'll punish them or something." he reasoned. I heard his phone vibrate. He looked at his message. He leaned down to give me a lasting kiss on the lips. My eyes widened, and I openly gawked at him, extremely alarmed with his change of attitude. He had taken a complete one eighty on his behavior towards me.
"I've got to go," he said. "I'm meeting up with the guys,"
"S-sure," I stammered.
"Don't worry Zee, I'll find a way to tell them, I promise." He said. "You can trust me."
"I trust you," I said uncertainly, hoping he didn't notice the hesitation in my tone. He grinned at me, putting my heart into over drive. The smile scared me, and did even more to unsettle me. But nonetheless, I trusted him.
But, that was my first mistake.
Trusting Aaron Woods.