The Mate

Chapter 3

Another long day at school, the weird feeling I'm feeling towards Mr. Salvatore has started to get stronger. It's scaring me. Some part of me wants to talk to him, to tell him, but the rational part of me, knowing this is some weird crush is yelling at me to shut up. 

It's so confusing for me. I love being at school, only when i'm around him and I'm depressed when i'm home, away from him. 

Does he feel this way too? 

I leave school, and go to my work. I set my school bag down on the table and grabbing the mop and bucket to clean the bathrooms. They closed early today so I don't need to worry about having to clean up after someone used it. I swear people just walk in and put their asses on the wall and let loose, it once looked like that. 

Alex walks in; the sons boss, which means i don't have to work. I set the mop back in the bucket and sit on the chair as he lights a cigarette. 

"You going to that party tonight?"

I frown. "What party?"

"The one at Samantha's place."

I chuckle. "I like how you think i know who that is. I only know you."

He laughs. "Right." He inhales. "She's the girl that flirts with you." He exhales the smoke towards the window behind him. 

I groan. "No! She's so weird."

"She's hot! You can get laid! You'd be the first to get laid that quickly after moving here. It'll be in the books."

But i'm gay. 

And i think somehow i'm in love with Mr. Salvatore. 

But this party might help me fit in better, maybe i can pretend i'm straight, so no one has to know, so I don't go through what i went through before. 

He's snapping his fingers, "Hey! Earth to Miles!" He brings me back to reality and i frown. 

"Fine, yeah, whatever i'll go. I'll call my parents and say we're studying or something."

"Ah! Look at you being bad!" 

i roll my eyes. "When is this party anyway?"

He pulls out his phone. "In two minutes." he laughs. "Get in the car." 

Sighing, i set everything up and take my bag, setting it in his car and getting in the front. He drives us both to a huge house, with cars surrounding it, loud music blaring. I get out and follow him in and of course he leaves me so I push through the crowd, and find where all the alcohol is at. 

I look over all the drinks; I honestly have no clue what I'm doing. I suppose the only party I've been too are the ones my Christian parents have had. And there's no alcoholic drinks, i think the most exciting one I've had was grape juice i mixed with cranberry juice. It wasn't good. 

"Let me get you one." I hear and look at Samantha and I hide my distaste for her and nod. I don't care to watch her, she always seems to try to show me her breasts when she does. I really rather not see those things, it's bad enough she's rubbing her ass on my thigh. "Here." She hands me what smells like cranberry juice, but with what smells like Alcohol Rub. 

I taste it, and it taste great so I don't complain, but I still want to know what it is.

"It's Vodka Cranberry. A personal favorite of mine." she answers my question and i nod. 

"Thank you."

"Do you want to go and talk?"

"Um..." I turn and look over to find Alex, maybe i can use him as a scapegoat. But he's grinding with some red head chick so i know it's no use. "Yeah sure, whatever." I down the rest of the drink, throwing the cup in the trash as she yanks me up the stairs. 

My head is starting to get really fuzzy. It's almost hard to see her in front of me. The music sounds like it's getting distant too. 

Oh god, maybe i shouldn't have drank it that fast. 

There was barely anything in there.

She shuts the door, and from what i can see with my fuzzy vision it's a bedroom. With no one in here. i trip, or i'm pushed I don't know, but i'm on the bed. Everything is getting fuzzier, and I can hear her voice but I can't understand what she's saying, though she's taking her shirt off. 

Oh f**k, what is this?

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My head is pounding, the sun is too damn bright. I yank the blanket over my face, only to realize it's not my blanket. I push it off and I realize i'm naked, with my clothes on the ground next to me. 

"Oh god what happened?" i groan, pushing up and I bolt to the trash throwing up in it. It's not pleasant, most of it taste like the Vodka i drank. More vodka than anything. 

i wipe my mouth and get dressed, walking out and over all the bodies on the floor. I get to the living room and spot Alex in his boxers with brown hair girls on either side of him passed on the floor. There are sunglasses on the table so i grab them and shove them on, helping with the sheering pain of the stupid sun. 

"Hey!" I whisper, kicking his foot. 

He moans, blinking his eyes and groaning. "f**k Miles, what are you doing."

"Drive me home."

"No, c'mon man there are two women right next to me," he looks down some. "And they're naked."

"They're passed out, you had your fun i want to go home, and shower this...vomit scent off me." i grimace, looking at him. 

He growls, shoving up and grabbing keys, not bothering to even get dressed. He gets in the car and i follow, as he angrily drives. 

"Why aren't you dressed."

"Some random blond threw up on me. I'm vaguely certain my clothes are in the dishwasher."

I chuckle. 

"Where did you go? I tried to find you last night."

I rub my eyes underneath the sun glasses and groan. "I have no idea. Samantha is giving me a drink with vodka, and I'm in a bed, and then i wake up naked."

He starts laughing and cheering, hurting my ears. 

"Shut up!" i slap his chest. 

"You had s*x man!" he cheers loudly and i groan. "You had s*x!"

Fuck. 

Now she's going to bug me. 

"God damn it." I groan. "Do you know how annoying she is! I don't want that!"

He laughs. "Oh well, you got it!" 

I shake my head. "Whatever, just take me home."

The rest of the drive is silent, and my urge of not seeing Mr. Salvatore is starting to grow. And i'm starting to get very, very hot. Thankfully he drops me off and I ignore his very loud cheers. 

"Mom! I'm home." I yell, wincing at the pain in my head. I go to the bathroom downstairs and pop the Tylenol I hide in my vitamins. My parents don't believe in medicine. At least not pills. They think if i take pain pills, i might resort to the big boys and then resort to drugs. 

I walk into the kitchen for orange juice, seeing a note on the counter, sighing. 

You're dad and I went to Michigan to get the last few boxes, will be back on Tuesday, remember to read your bible and do your work! Love you

I sigh, throwing the note away and for the first time ever i drink out of the carton. I head upstairs, my hot flash returning, except this time it's worse. 

I feel like i'm burning from the inside out. 

Somewhere inside of me is yelling for Mr. Salvatore. 

I fall to the ground in my room, my body starting to hurt and something is happening. I feel like my bones are shattering inside of me and the heat flash is intense. I let out a scream because this pain is too much for me. 

My clothes have torn into chunks, and my hand is turning into a dogs paw. My heart is pounding in my chest. 

What the f**k is going on!

The heat flash is over, the pain is gone. I can hear the birds outside; the slaps of their wings as they flap them. I can even hear the neighbors two doors down having s*x. I look around, and then spot something in the mirror and i fly back, hitting my drawer and of course knocking everything off. 

In the mirror, a white wolf is looking at me. The side of my four foot book shelf. It's terrifying, but in a blink of an eye i'm back to myself. Crouched down and naked. I look around, my room is a mess. Glass is shattered, my sheets are torn. If it wasn't for me there i would think someone ransacked my room. 

I was a wolf. 

A four foot, white wolf. 

"What...the...fuck...just...happened?" I whisper.