Blood and Mate novel Chapter 4

"Wish I had that" she muttered "That would have saved me from going through all my brothers stuff, to find out if he stole my diary or not- would've caught him in a minute" she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, stomping her foot childishly.

"It's not all what it cracks out to be" I mused "there are times when...you really wished you didn't have them- especially the smelling part" I said disgusted, remembering things I really wished I didn't.

"Oh...ouch, that's must have been harsh" she shuddered, widening her eyes comically "come on, let's go and get something to eat!" she chirped happily- god she was bipolar!

"Sure" I said, following her. "How long have you been here?" I asked, interested.

"Since the 20th, my parents forced me to come early- they're all about me finding my mate. I just think they want to get rid of me" she said lightly, as if she had said this way too many times.

"Who are your parents?" I asked, catching up to her.

"The Beta's of the Blue Diamond pack" she grumbled, I chocked, most people knew who the Blue Diamond pack were- they were one of the biggest packs- under the Full moon pack, the biggest, and most powerful pack in the world.

"Wow..." I swallowed "Must be hard, huh?" I smiled sadly; I could tell from her facial expression that she didn't like the spotlight.

"You know..." she started "you're that first person I know who hasn't gushed, and tried to befriend me to get closer to a more powerful position- I like you" she decided, beaming at me. I grinned back at her, taking one of the clean plates, and pilling on waffles and muffins.

She stared at my plate, a weird expression on her face.

"How do you eat so much, and not get fat?" she asked, looking at my plate in wonder. I laughed, my shoulders shacking from amusement.

"I just have very high metabolism" I stated, with a chuckle, dragging her over to a free table.

"I just don't get it" she said in a small voice, jealousy in her eyes "I have to watch my diet closely, or I'll put on more pounds then I can take off" she grumbled, picking up a strawberry, and popping it in her mouth.

"It's not fair" she muttered, stabbing her fork into a pear. I laughed, clearly enjoying her suffering. She pouted at me; a small whine came out of her mouth.

"We don't get a choice, do we?" Avery grumbled, rubbing her forehead, I shook my head, trudging behind her. She turned into hallways, through corridors, and around bends till we stopped at a large door. Pushing it open, we stepped into a large room, filled with hundreds of chairs- and a large stage at the front.

Looking around, there were so many girls- it was like a sea of blondes, brunettes, black and red. It was bloody freaking weird. Everyone looked like they came from a different place, but they all had the typical traits of a wolf shifter, muscly, but thin body structure, agile reflexes, and all that stuff.

Then I saw 'her'. Typical American blonde, with the sparkly ocean blue eyes, bleach blonde wavy hair, and the scarily thin model-like body.

Jamilah- the bitch from hell

I went to high school with her; she was the 'queen bee' of the school. Everyone was under her spell, except me. I saw through her fake façade, she wasn't one of those 'sluttish whores' or typical queen bees. She was the much, much, much worse one. The type which you should avoid at any cost, she made allies with everybody without them knowing it; she made sure everybody loved her.

If anybody got on her bad side, then that person was in for hell, because she would suck up to the student body, and make them pity her- then she'd strike, using everybody as a knock on effect. I had seen it in action. I remember one boy (Jarrod) who saw her kissing her best friend's boyfriend, Jarrod went and told her best friend- who soon made it ex-best friend, including her boyfriend. Later that day, Jamilah told everybody that Jarod was telling a lie to try and tear her from her best friend (Melanie).