Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
Tiffany
                          
"Jogging again?" Chase asked as he walked towards his car. 
                          
"No surprise there," I muttered to myself. Jogging to school wasn't a big deal to me since it only took five minutes or so. It just bugged me why Chase never drove me there since we went to the same school. Was he embarrassed of me? 
                          
"Good, you seriously need it," he said, looking up and down at me before driving away. 
                          
I felt that pain again. The pain that I felt every time I was left alone. Instead of making the feeling worse, I quickly jogged to school ignoring it. 
                          
"Almost there," I panted heavily, after what seemed like four minutes. Taking out my phone, I quickly checked the time. 
                          
"I swear I'm such a slow runner," I mumbled to myself as I stuffed my phone into my pocket. I continued to run to school, not caring about how sore my legs were or how I was almost out of breath. 
                          
Once I entered the school doors, something hard was thrown onto my head. Of course something was thrown onto my head. It happened every single day ever since the first day of high school yet I was always shocked. It all started in middle school though. I was just that loner that sat by herself at school, sitting quietly, hoping no one would notice her. Luckily, barely anyone even cared to look my way or get close to me. Although it hurt, I decided to ignore it. Later on, they started to whisper under their breaths every time they saw me. Next, they pushed me every time they got close to me. I was scared. That never happened before. Then they started throwing stuff at me and called me 'The Trash Can Girl.' I cried everyday, hoping it would stop. But it never did. 
                          
"Ow!" I rubbed my head and looked up. 
                          
"Whoops. I was aiming for the trash can, sweetie," said the boy that I liked, Nick. 
                          
I smiled and stared into his beautiful green eyes. "Oh, i-it's okay, Nick," I stuttered. I hated being so weak around him. 
                          
His friends laughed and whispered something into his ear. I looked away and started walking up the stairs until I felt another object thrown onto my head. I quickly turned my head around and saw Nick laughing. I loved hearing his laugh so much because it made me so happy for some reason. 
                          
"I'm not sorry this time, fatty. You were the trash can," he said, running off with his friends while laughing. 
                          
Of course I was the trash can. I always was, and maybe I'll be it forever. 
                          
RIIIIIIIING RIIIIIIIING!!!
                          
"Shit," I muttered to myself as I continued to speed walk to my class. It didn't matter that I was late anyway. They would mark me absent and pretend I wasn't there like always. I was like an invisible no one yet they still continued to hurt me. A tear rolled down my cheek. I wish they would stop. 
                          
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"Tiffany, tomorrow's your 16th birthday!" my mom smiled and gave me a hug. 
                          
"I kind of can't wait to meet my mate, Mom. We'll both be together forever and he'll love me for me." I smiled at the thoughts of my mate hugging me and cuddling with me. My dad always told me that once I met my mate, he'd love me forever. He'd never let me go and would always protect me till the end. 
                          
"Oh, I can't wait to meet him too, honey," said my mom, patting my back. 
                          
My brother walked in and glared at me. "He's not going to accept you, you fat stuff."
                          
"Hey! Don't say stuff like that to your sister!" my mom scolded at Chase. 
                          
"She's not my sister," snapped Chase, coldly. 
                          
Honestly, my brother was an asshole. He was always like this to me. Wasn't he suppose to be that sweet, caring and loving older brother? No, that was only in my dreams. Was it because he didn't like the fact that his sister looked like this? Maybe it was. 
                          
"Shut up, Chase," I retorted.
                          
"The only one who should shut up is you, fatty."
                          
"She is your sister! Your one and only sister, Chase! Stop being such a little kid!" yelled my Mom. 
                          
"Pft," Chase rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch, watching TV. 
                          
Feeling upset, I walked into my bedroom and thought about what Chase said earlier. Maybe my mate would reject me because I'm a "fatty." Would my mate judge me by my looks? Or by my heart? I reminded myself that he would love me for me, hopefully. I could hear my fathers voice in my mind, telling me to be strong and to believe because believing was the key to life. But was it really?
                          
Kneeling down, I looked at a picture of my dad and I hugging each other at the zoo. That was when I was ten years old and it was the last time my dad and I went on a fun adventure. We always went on fun adventures together. It was like a father-daughter tradition until my grandpa died. My dad had to step up as the new Alpha and take care of the rest of the work. He had to control the whole pack, making him a busy, busy father and man.
                          
"I miss you a lot.. And I love you, Daddy," I quietly whispered.
                          
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I'm sorry that this was quite boring. This is my first book and I'm pretty sure I'll make A LOT of mistakes along the way. But, please support me and give me feedback! ^.^
                          
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