It All Started With a Snowflake *NEW Version*

Chapter One

Chapter One

At this point, sleep seems as possible for me as being sober is for my uncle. My lips are still tingling from the kiss he gave me and I can't easily go to sleep when it feels like little volts of electricity are flowing through my lips.

I'm not sure who he is, but I know that his kiss was the best kiss I've ever had. Not that I've had many to begin with. I couple rounds of truth or dare and one go at Seven Minutes of Heaven didn't necessarily make me an experienced kisser. Not to mention that I'm a senior in high school and I haven't had even one serious boyfriend. I like to think of it as a good thing, and that I chose it on purpose. My excuse is that when I find my mate, I don't want to be in a serious relationship because that would only complicate things. Whether or not that is true or not will forever remain a secret.

The only problem is that I'm not technically part of a pack. I was and why I'm not now is not by choice. My parents died when I was pretty young and the pack was relocated, I was left behind. I was then left to my human aunt and uncle. They hate me for who I am and refused to accept me for anything but a human.

So I'm not accepted anywhere and I'm an outcast everywhere.

I can't get a boyfriend when most of the town's population tries hard to stay away from me. But now I don't have to worry about that.

Right?

***

"Mr. Briggs is such a pain in my ass. I mean, why do we have to do a ten page research project? It's like he's expecting us to write a book. I'm not going to be an author so why the hell do I have to do this anyway? I'm lucky if I can even write two!" My best friend sits in the middle of an aisle in the library, growling at every page in every book he opens.

"Look on the bright side, at least its better than having to write eleven pages."

"Smart-ass! I'm being serious here! I was about to stand up in the middle of class and say a piece of my mind." He groans for the hundredth time and picks up the twentieth book.

"Oh sure you were, G. And what were you planning to say? 'I'm incapable of writing ten pages for this research project so I don't think we need to do it.'" I snickered at his reaction. He lays down on his back and pretended to throw a temper-tantrum.

"These books are useless."

"Maybe they wouldn't be so useless if you would actually read what's inside of them and not just flip the pages."

I grab a random book off the shelf behind me and flip to a random page, starting to read it's content.

'I moan as he touches my breast once more, blinding me of the outside world. I can only focus on his hands which are moving around my body with perfection, his lips that are moving its way lower down my body, and his tongue that is-'

Okay, enough of that book. Why is it that every book I chose from the shelf behind me like this?

"Why do you keep grabbing books from the erotica section?" He chuckles. "Do I make you horny baby?" Trying his best to imitate Austin Powers. My face drains of all color.

"More like you make me sick." He gasps and throws his hand over his chest, feigning hurt. I simply chuckled and stuck my tongue out at him.

"How am I friends with someone who always insults me and acts so childish?"

"Oh, just admit that you love me!" I wiggle my eyebrows at him and wink. His face falls and I start laughing, a little too hard.

She coughs awkwardly when I heard a growl. Did I miss something? I turn to my left and notice Trenton standing there with his arms folded against his chest.

"Hey Trent! Sorry, I didn't see you there." My smile lowered when glared at me. Yep, I definitely missed something.

"I'm sure. Let's go." He turned around and started to walk out of the library.

"Excuse me?"

"Did I stutter? Hurry up and come on." He turns so fast that it gave me a whiplash.

"No thanks, G here will take me home," I say through gritted teeth. I look over to G with pleading eyes. "Isn't that right Garrett?"

G rubs his hand on the back of his neck in awkwardness. "Sorry, short stuff, I actually have a thing with some people that I have to do some time tonight. Well, I best be goin' now." G leaves the books spread across the floor and dashes out of the library, not giving me a second glace.

That little fucktwit.

Trenton is leaning against the bookshelves looking in the opposite direction of me. I know he's my mate and all, and our wolves are attracted to each other or some shit like that, but I can never like a man with such a sickeningly bitter personality he has.

He's not as I remembered when we lip locked. He seemed sweet then, he seems bitter now. Maybe he's bipolar? Maybe something to do with his family? Maybe-

"I don't want you seeing him anymore." In a second he's staring, correction, glaring down on me.

His words sunk in and I stepped away from his gripping my chest. My mind went blank but my heart feels like it's shriveling in my chest. Not see G anymore?

"Are you fucking crazy? I'll see my best friend whenever I want! Don't tell me what to do! What makes you think that you have any jurisdiction in my life?" I all but yelled at him. I would have been louder and throwing books at him like a madwoman had not if the stereotypical librarian didn't keep hushing me.

"You're mine." He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him so I have nowhere to move. He kisses my forehead and tingles shoot through my toes. I squeeze my eyes shut in hope to magically disappear from the face of the earth. He rests his forehead on mine but the place where he kissed me is only increasing in electricity. "Nobody else's."

 Just as I had suspected, he has a major case of Bipolar-Bitch Disorder.

***

"G!" I whined through my phone. "You have to help me! He told me I can't ever see you again and I was like, 'bitch, don't tell me what to do,' and he was all like, 'You're mine.' Like, who the fuck says that?" Cough, me, cough. "Especially for an explanation as to why he banned me from my best friend."

I was cut off because G started squealing from the other line. "I'm your best friend?! Oh, Claire, you're my best friend too!" He kept squealing from the other side of the phone. I can imagine him doing his special dance which consists of moving his hips with no rhythm whatsoever.

I chuckled while shaking my head. "Now that we have that settled, what do I do?"

"Be the bitchy bitch I know you are and stick it to him."

"I can't!" I tried that and it ended up with me following him around like a lost brainless cow that he just had to push in the right direction. My wolf was so whipped that whipped cream was jealous.

"Why can't you? I promise, you're the bitchiest bitch I know."

"Wow, thanks G. What lovely words to help cheer me up," Sarcasm dripping from my mouth.

"You're welcome short stuff."

Of course G wouldn't read into the sarcasm. He's too stupid for that.

"Night G."

"Night Claire." I hung up the phone with an agitated sigh. Not at G but at Trenton instead.

What a selfish asshole.

What if he's jealous? There's only one way to find out...

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Author's note:

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-Alli