(the first chapter is a prologue)
Jay is living an ok life. She has no idea where her older sibling are she doesn't have a mate. Hell she doesn't want a mate. She just wants to be alone. She fights a lot. Stands up for what she believes in. She is a...
I wake up with a pain in my stomach. I open my eyes to see my best friend Tristan jumping on me. I groan and push her off. She lands on the floor with a thud.
I laugh while she stands and glares at me. "Good morning sunshine." I cheerily exclaim to her. She drops her glare that is soon replaced with an evil glint.
I eye her carefully. She rips my blanket off of my body revealing my body that only has black lacy bra and underwear as a shield.
She giggles before running out of my room. I sigh then chase after her not a care in the world about my attire.
I caught her in seconds by tackling her. She landed with a thud while I was on top of her. I ripped my blanket out of her hands and wrapped it around my body.
I walk into my room with Tristan on my heels. Once the door is closed I toss the blanket on my bed and run in my bathroom. -~ I slide the clear glass shower door open revealing an empty bathroom. Not even a towel. Although the door is open.
"God dammit Tristan." I say. I step out of the steaming shower completely bare. I walk over to the door and slam it open.
Tristan is sitting on my bed with my towel in her hand. "Ew ew ew ew ew. I didn't think you'd actually come outside. Naked." She exclaimed while walking out of my room.
I smirked as I wrapped the white fluffy towel around my body and walked to my ward robe. I reached in and pulled out an outfit. Jeans, sweater, boots, flannel. Check.
I slipped on the black skinny jeans and button the button before squatting to stretch them out a little bit.
I then slip on my black crop sweater that is very warm and comfterable. I'm surprised it's not itchy like all other jackets that are similar to this one.
Then I tie the dark maroon-ish and light gray-blue flannel around my slim waist. Now my black leather doc martens. The only pair of shoes I own.
Once my outfit is on I walk over to my vanity to get my very light makeup that makes my gray eyes stand out a little better, and put it on.
It's light mascara and smudged eyeliner. Not super bold just perfect for my complexion.
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I sigh before standing up. I walk over the creaky floorboards all the way to my old queen sized bed. I flop onto it and just start thinking.
The topic of my mate soon comes up. Just like all the other times I think.
I don't want a mate. I'm so much to handle. My past is horrid. No one would want me. That's why I'll reject him before he can, me.
I stand then walk over to my bedroom/attic door and open it. I hear the chatter from the dining area from all the way upstairs.
