Dear Enemy, You’re My Mate

ol

tr

en Yea

! There is drool on my cheek, and

awake with the insight I probably overslept. I barely ev

—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair

a

. It leads to the back of our classroom. Mrs. Bridget, the elderly lady who is my history

ag slips down from my shoulder to the floor, and then my gaze land on Dior sitting abo

and threatenin

e slowly—Dior is like a blister inside my butt. We are in the same pack, and while

on't, for

w... You're never nice to me unless ther

ound me. There are tim

I doubt h

eems to be making my life a living hell. The idiot doesn't act his a

d straight to my face the last time I failed a math test. Seriou

t along like

y, but it's enough to keep me sane. Humans do not know supernatural creatures exist, and I

..." I

ances at me with ill intent written all over his face. Brown

it now?

s lips. His arms are crossed over his chest, and he is bal

nd you seem tired. Why don't you

thing. And since we are in the same pack, Dior uses i

tions into the mind-link. Of course, Dior bullies me for it—he found out

ay.' I reply and take a seat,

e. Actua

and I sit there, blinking in confusion at the

d, she fe

he is so

u see her face? P

earing he

E-R

ense, and my cheeks burn in humiliation. Never

usement. Someone whistles loudly, and I have to bite my lower lip

popular jock in our class, shouts, and t

go, La

e is th

nsettling moves over his features when he notices my quivering lips. For a brief minute,

d-link again. '

I glare straight into Dior's face and ta

rt in my voice. 'Consider it payback for when

d that because you wouldn't stop teasing me and calling me lame f

do you like him so much, anyway? I get William is the alpha of the Summerburst pack, but wh

emotions and tell Dior that I yearn to f

and kiss my neck, breathe me in, and put into words how much he missed me after da

a, and he is gorgeous—do I

e everything, prima-donna girl. You're so shallow it hurts my hea

or smirks, and curiosity flares in his baby blues, as if the wicked gu

is sitting there, sneakers on his desk while looking smug. His eyes, cold like ice, always

are the only ones in this class,' Dior smiles then, but it's too tamed to belong on his evil face

olding back a scream. 'You-..

noy the hel

nager, unlike you, who is doing eve

appear more menacing. It doesn't work. The guy isn't

to puke all over the floor! And you're always hoping ev

ong with having

est, and raven hair falls into his eyes. He always wears flannel shirts with

old nickname. 'No one c

atty, the omega. I remember spending every night crying because of the horrible

ful skirts, dresses, sticky notes, and diaries. My hair ornament

hrow paper planes at my feet—I'm no

ding the low self-esteem behind heavy makeup and lip gloss.

a new one where I won't be the lowest ranking membe

ls inside my head. 'It's Patty or

the edge, anticipating the fight. I'm loaded like a gun, snarling in my seat and makin

rry I'm

I entirely forget about my fight wi

and curls hanging into his honeycomb eyes. He is even dressed nicely! His jean

aimed my way, and I melt into my chair while trying to get a whiff of him. My knuckles are sinking into

rkly. 'Perhaps I should tell him, so

ious, at the brink of losing my mind. 'Sto

n't mean what he said. 'You're too shy to ask anyone out, prima-donna girl—you

me like a sl

or have to

, but I know better than to sh

g the devil himself isn't sitting behind me. A single tear fa

es find mine, and I melt on the inside. He is so handsome, and even though he doe

my luck, I probably get a nasty and mean mate, like Dior. And I

s lips form a bashful smile, and I melt a little on the inside—I hope my future m