The Hybrid Mate (Sequel to The Mute Mate)

Chapter 2

Part one of the double update because I haven't updated in two weeks!

Riley's POV:

As I sat staring at the clock, I couldn't help but sigh as another minute dragged on. I still had ten minutes before this stupid detention ended and I could go home.

My clothes were soaked and I was exhausted.

Today was the worst school experience I've had in such a long time.

I sat with Wes at lunch and we talked through most of it, getting to know each other.

"Hey bitch," I turned to see a bleach blonde Barbie and her entourage stood behind her.

"Im sorry, who are you." The people around us snickered and the Barbie twisted her face in aggravation.

"You'll know in a little while. For now, stay away from Damon." What?

"Who?" She was becoming angrier by the second but I was genuinely confused who the fuck is Damon?

"He's my boyfriend, slut. Now back off." This bitch!

Before I knew what I was doing, I had slapped her across the the face. I brought my hand up to my mouth in shock and turned to Wes with wide eyes.

I tuned back just in time to see her grab the hot chocolate that I was drinking and hold it over my head.

She poured the whole cup over my head with the entire cafeteria watching.

My hair was dripping and so were my clothes. The makeup that I applied this morning ran down my face, making me look like a drowned rat.

I looked up at the Barbie to see her smirking at me and I took this as my chance.

I stood up straight and ran a hand through my hair, brushing it out of the way.

She looked at me confused and I smiled at her.

"Never," I started in the calmest voice I could manage.

"Ever, fuck with a girl who knows how to fight."

And I got an extra hour added to my detention for roundhouse kicking her in the side. It wasn't that bad. I only knocked her unconscious.

It was worth it though. Not a single word was spoken in the cafeteria until one of the Barbie's minions went and burst into tears.

Of course, I laughed. I think Wes was both impressed and terrified because of me now.

I wasn't the only one in this detention. A few others sat in here but I doubt it was for the same reasons as me. First day and I'd already landed myself two hours of detention. Amazing.

For about the first twenty minutes, most of the others just stared at me until I gave them the sharpest glare I could manage, successfully making their eyes widen in fear.

I'd definitely made an impression today but not in the way I thought I would.

"Okay, you can leave now. Detention is over." I groaned as I stood up and cracked just about every bone in my legs. I walked out of the classroom on shaky legs from being sat there for so long.

It took me a good few minutes to walk back to my locker with such stiff legs but I only had to put my Science textbook back and then I could leave.

I shut my locker and jumped slightly when I saw someone lent against the locker next to mine.

"I'm sorry." I couldn't help but notice the hint of huskiness in his voice that made me want to melt.

"Did I scare you?" I cleared my voice, scared that my words wouldn't pass my lips.

"Kind of." I muttered. He chuckled. I raised my eyebrow and he stopped.

"So, newbie, who are you?"

"Riley Parker. Average seventeen year old. Artistic."

"Cute," He added.

"Is this your way of hitting on me?" He stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Kind of." I rolled my eyes and started to walk off.

"It's not working." I heard him catch up to me and continue to walk by my side.

"I didn't expect it to." I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

"You aren't like the others."

"Others?"

"The girls in this school. They all fall at my feet like I'm some kind of God but I'm not." I looked over to him.

"Yeah, but you sure look like one." I muttered under my breath. A deep chuckled made its way to my ears.

"I look like a God?" Oh shit, he heard that.

"Yeah, princess I did." What?

"You have a habit of voicing your thoughts." I need to work on that.

"Wait, what's with the nickname?"

"I don't know." He furrowed his eyebrows and avoided eye contact with me.

"Anyway, you know my name but I don't know yours."

"Damon Clarke. Slightly above average seventeen year old. Asshole." He mimicked my introduction.

"Well, asshole. This is my ride." I announced as my brother drove up to us in his orange Lamborghini.

"Yo, Riles. Get your ass in the car." We weren't exactly poor but we weren't exactly rich either. I slapped my brother on the back of the head before jumping into the passenger seat.

"Reece." Damon knew my brother?

"Damon." What?

"We're going shopping." Reece said to me before stepping on the gas pedal, sending me back into the seat.

What the fuck was that?