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I watched the woods pass by in a blur as I stared out the window. My head began to hurt so for the rest of the ten-minute drive I rested my eyes.

I felt the car speed up quickly and I bolted upright.

I saw my dad in the front seat laughing as he parked in our driveway.

I smiled. He always does that when we pull into our driveway, and it'll probably never get old.

I swung my backpack over my shoulder and headed up the walkway to my small house.

Stepping up the steep stairs, I took a quick right and almost bumped into my door, once again forgetting it was that close to the top of the stairs.

I pushed open my door and plopped onto my bed, letting my bag roll off of me.

I pulled my phone from my bag and scrolled through my Instagram. I kept my completely anonymous and didn't follow anyone I knew went to my school. I soaked in my feed, which is filled with edits, memes, and quote pages.

I soon fell asleep and found myself dreaming of the black wolf.

I was on the bench where I saw the figure from last night's vivid dream, and from the woods emerged the wolf. Its eyes focused on mine, and I noticed they were a familiar emerald green  I tried to move away as it approached me, but it took all of my effort to move the slightest inch, like my subconscious didn't want me to move.

Suddenly the Earth below me turned into clouds, leaving me falling from a high height. I screamed.

As I neared the ground, time slowed down, and the wolf simply trotted beneath me. The world seemed to gently place my body on top of its back.

Before I made full contact with the wolves back, I groggily woke up.

The colors of the sunset streaked through the windows on the wall in front of my bed, where underneath them was my desk, filled with cheap paints and drugstore paint brushes. But painting supplies weren't the only things on my desk, I had makeup brushes and simple cheap makeup palettes. I experimented for fun sometimes, although wearing little to no makeup at school so I wouldn't get made fun of even more.

I saw a drawing I was working on last night. What I imagined my mom to look like. I made her everything dad wasn't. A resting bitch face, dyed platinum blonde hair, and bright yet soulless eyes. According to my Nana, my mother was a cheap stripper that managed to get my dad hooked. I could imagine her drawn face come to life on the ideal female body. Curves in all the right places and a red lipped, bewitching smile.

I was a drunken accident. A woman in a strip club found my father drunk in one of the chairs at closing, and brought him to the empty back room, and basically raped him with no protection whatsoever.

A bit later when my father was finally getting his life back together, she showed up at his apartment door saying she was pregnant and didn't want anything to do with me. After I was born, she just gave him to my dad in the waiting room after healing, and was driven home by taxi.

All custody of me was signed over to my dad within weeks. 

The story is vague, depressing, and uncommon, but I guess Nana didn't want to hurt me more with the details.

"Dinners ready," my dad yelled up the stairs, snapping me out of my trance.

"Coming," I yelled back.

I ripped the drawing in half and wiped the tears beginning to spill out of my eyes away. I headed down the stairs and turned into the kitchen. It has a small breakfast nook built into the wall, literally a dinner booth, and a kitchen that had just the necessities.

I sat down at my side of the booth and ate a small amount of chicken, and almost all of the salad.

"Are you feeling a bit better sweetie," Dad asked me.

"Yeah, my head is just starting to hurt a bit and I'm not that hungry," I responded.

I excused myself quickly My stomach turned a bit and I tried to keep the food down. I went to the one and only bathroom off of the living room. I locked the door behind me and hunched over the toilet, dry heaving. Nothing came up thankfully, but a small part of me wanted it to.

I stood up and tried pushing that thought out of my mind, but it blew up into a firestorm of thoughts. I stood up and dug around for my hidden razors. I put the cold metal to my wrist, but my phone rang.

An unknown number.

I picked up and attempted to steady my voice.

"I would like to be put on the do not call list," I said.

"What?" a deep, smooth voice, "No, I'm Ashton. I helped you at school".

"What-" I began to ask.

Memory's flooded back to me all at once. Me running into the hall from Percy, Atlanta, the passing out.

He's the one that helped me with Atlanta. He's the one that held me and more than likely brought me to the nurses office when I passed out. Busboy.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing, just how did you get my number," I questioned.

"I asked the office, they gave me your personal number so I can check on you,"he said simply said.

I thought that was against school rules. Who the hell is this dude?

I cleared my voice, "I'm fine, nothing to be worried about".

"Are you sure?" he sounded concerned. That's a first.

"Yeah, just delete my number and please don't call me again".

"What? Why?"

"Please" I begged.

"How about we make a deal" he said. I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Oh no

"How about," he continued,"I won't call, just text you once in a while".

"Then will you somewhat leave me alone?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, scouts honor," he remarked.

I held back a giggle, but air rushed out of my nose.

"Good-bye," I said and abruptly hung up.

I put my phone on my desk and went to my (twin-sized) bed. I lied down, thinking of Bus Boy. Wait, I know his name now.

Ashton.

What a basic, fuck-boy name. Perfect for him. I would've pegged him to be cold and uncaring. I thought he would be one of them.

But he helped me.

What the hell is up with humanity, especially today.

A/N:

Percy will be making a reappearance soon, as will Everest. So for right now what team are you on, Team Human or Team Werewolf? Remember humans have multiple mates in the world, but werewolves only have one

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