How To Lure My Omega Mate

Five

POV: Calla Harlow

He was going to hate me forever and make my life more of a living hell than it already was.

Shit! I hissed, knocking my head against my locker, thinking of how best I was to present the situation of things to him, without getting so much on his nerves.

A full week had gone by without me suffering humiliation at the hands of Adan and his friends. I don’t know what he had told them, but they had just practically been ignoring me since the beginning of the week, and if today, being Friday, went by smoothly, I was going to rejoice at my liberation from being the subject of bullies.

Adan controlled the school, and it was probably because he had left me alone that they had also chosen to leave me be, and I couldn’t be much more grateful to him. I could finally breathe, without being bothered about when the next smoothie was going to be thrown in my face, or when next my locker was going to be filled with litter from the trash can, or the numerous cold glares, insults, and mockery always flashed in my direction.

I could now live like every other normal teenager. For a while, I had been okay with my everyday life, but seeing the peace that came with being left alone like other people, I never wanted to be bullied or humiliated again, and I only had Adan to thank for my newfound joy. Perhaps he wasn’t that bad of a person after all.

However, how have I shown my appreciation? By ruining his laptop, goddammit! I had been teary since earlier this morning, when I found out what had happened to his laptop, and had contemplated not showing my face in school, but what was I to do? My grades mattered, and I certainly could not forfeit my perfect attendance or my thirty marks on the Biology presentation, simply because I had crashed Adan Bradford’s laptop.

If not today, he was still going to find out what happened to his laptop someday, and he would hate me for it, but at least, I would already have known what it was to enjoy moments of peace without anyone making me even more depressed than I already was.

“Are you okay?” I heard a calm masculine voice ask.

I stopped hitting my head against my locker abruptly, turned around, and met the eye of the person who had cared enough to ask if all was well with me.

His hazel eyes twinkled, and a smile caressed his cheeks, with the look of concern evident on his face.

“I… I’m okay,” I stuttered, sizing him up with my eyes.

I was certain that I had never seen him in my life before now, and judging from his baggy jeans trousers which had been considered outdated by everyone at school, I was almost a hundred percent sure that he was a transfer student.

“That’s good to know. Seeing you just knocking your head against the wall made me have doubts as to whether you were truly okay, and that’s why I asked. I hope I didn’t pry,” he said, whilst removing a strand of blonde hair that was on his face.

I shook my head, in the negative. “No, you didn’t pry at all. In fact, I’m surprised and delighted that someone took out a few seconds out of his precious time to check up on me. That’s a really sweet thing to do. Thank you,” I said, shooting a small smile in his direction.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything. That’s what anyone would have done,” he said.

I suppressed the laughter that was about to come out loud. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yes. I just transferred here from Ohio. I’m Derek Peterson, by the way,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

I smiled, shaking hands with him, unable to remember when last someone introduced themselves to me politely and in a proper manner. “Nice to meet you, Derek. I’m Calla,” I said.

“You mean Loser?” The familiar voice of Adan asked as he came into view, wearing his usual smirk on his face.

Yes, Adan didn’t bully me anymore, but he oddly still found it funny to refer to me as a loser. What a d!ck!

“Loser?” Derek asked, in a confused tone, looking from myself to Adan.

“Yes, Newbie. Seems she failed to tell you that her name is actually Loser, and she has a sicko for a mother,” he said, with a burst of broken laughter.

“Watch it, d!ck face. Don’t go around telling everyone who cares to listen that you obviously lack good home training. Even with her mental health being intact, your mother failed at raising you properly,” I said, glaring at him.

He chuckled nervously, and for a brief splitting second, I was almost sure that statement got on his nerves. “At least, she knows that stars can’t be counted,” he said, with a shrug.

“My mother also doesn’t think that stars can be counted. That’s a rumor,” I defended, folding my arms under my breasts.

“Was it also a rumor when she came to the Palace claiming that her late brother was one of the guards?” He retorted, with a sneer.

“Um… I think that’s enough. I’d leave you two to your lover spat,” Derek said, trying not to involve himself in our quarrel, as he prepared to take his leave.

“Lovers? Me and him? I’d rather die,” I said, giving Adan an irritable look.

“Oh, come off it, and stop pretending. If the moon goddess was to make a mistake and make us mates, you would be the happiest person in the world, so, don’t feign displeasure when you’re mistaken to be my lover. Hell! That can’t even ever happen,” he said, wearing a distasteful look.

“What? Mates? Moon goddess?” Derek asked, looking surprised.

“Er...” Adan stuttered, looking confused.

We lived among human beings, and we weren’t allowed to disclose that we were werewolves. We allowed the humans to believe that werewolves only existed in fairy tales and were always cautious with our words, but as usual, Adan had to go and ruin everything.

“Are you werewolves?” Derek asked, with his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

I chuckled, nervously. “How the hell do you even think that werewolves are real? Mates… moon goddess… those things are just what we joke around with,” I lied.

“Exactly,” Adan said, nodding his head, in agreement with what I had said.

A sly smile crept up to his face. “I can tell that you’re lying, you know,” Derek said.

“What?” Adan and I asked, in unison.

“Your heartbeat rose as you lied. You see, I’m just like you,” Derek said, with a wink, and as he looked at us, there was a strange, but familiar yellow glow in his eyes.

“You’re a beta,” Adan said, in astonishment, taking the words right out of my mouth, as Derek revealed that he was actually a werewolf with a glow in his eyes.

“Yes, I am, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet others like me in this city, wouldn’t you agree?” Derek inquired.

“I guess,” I said, unsure of whether it was a good thing or spelled bad news.

“I’ll give you guys the time to comprehend this information. I need to be in the principal's office as soon as possible. Hopefully, I’ll see you around,” he said, with a warm smile, and turned around, intending to leave without even hearing if we had anything to say.

Adan and I exchanged confused glances, as the newest werewolf in the town, Derek Peterson, made his way along the hallway, with the hopes of meeting the principal in his office.

I was about to say something, when Derek suddenly turned around, causing me to feel even more uncomfortable than I already was. It’s not every day you come across a werewolf in a regular human high school, especially one that was new in the city.

“Oh! And Calla, quit knocking your head against your locker, lest you get your brain damaged in the nearest future,” Derek said.

“How can she damage something that isn’t even there?” Adan retorted, his lips giving way to a mischievous smirk.

Derek shrugged his shoulders and resumed walking off to the principal’s office.

“I detest you,” I said, through clenched teeth, eyeing him terribly.

“Wonderful! The feeling is mutual,” he said, not letting go of his smirk, which made my blood boil with rage.

“Say what you may. I’m pretty sure I have more brains than you ever will, d!ck face,” I said, eyeing him fiercely.

“You think I’m brainless?” He asked, with a scoff.

“Prove that you aren’t,” I told him, placing my hands on my waist, so as to stand akimbo.

“How am I to even do that?” He asked, throwing his hands in the air, looking defeated.

“We have Miss Andrea’s Biology class in a few minutes from now, and I gave you a copy of the essay two days ago. How well have you memorized the introductory and concluding part of the essay? I’d like to know,” I said, throwing him a challenge.

“Well, we were asked to make a presentation on the topic: Pollination. Pollination is the act of transferring pollen grains from the male anther of a flower to the female stigma. The goal of every living organism, including plants, is to create offspring for the next generation, and one of the ways that plants can produce offspring is by making seeds. Seeds contain the genetic information to produce a new plant. My partner, Carina Hollow, will shed more light on this topic,” Adan said, looking awfully delightful.

“I’d have said you surpassed my imagination, but you don’t even know your partner’s name, and that’s a shame,” I said, hiding the fact that I was actually impressed that he had learned something.

“Dummy, I know your name, but I won’t say it… at least, till it’s time to actually have a presentation,” Adan said.

“I know that you know it,” I said, giving him a cold glare.

“Whatever. By the way, have you decided to make my laptop yours? You promised to bring it unfailingly today, but I can’t see it anywhere in sight,” he said, staring at me suspiciously.

“It’s… um... it’s at home,” I stuttered.

The smirk on his face dried up, as he sensed that something was wrong. “What have you done with my laptop?” He asked, with a menacing look that made me shudder.

“Adan… um… something happened. It’s… It’s...”

“You crashed it, didn’t you?” He asked.

“Um...” I stuttered, swallowing hard.

“I gave you something out of the goodness of my heart, and you seriously went ahead to crash it? Seriously? Is that the best you could do? And you were hiding it from me all this time?” He barked, drawing attention to us.

“It’s just today that it happened, I swear,” I said, feeling really sorry.

“Spare me your lies, please. Because of what you have done, you can go and present your stupid essay all by yourself. I don’t give a fvck about my grades, let’s see who this is going to hurt more,” he said, and began to walk away.

“Adan, no, please,” I pleaded, hurrying after him.

“Why is the pauper running after you?” Jackson asked, coming into view, with other of Adan's friends behind him.

“I told her I wasn’t participating in the stupid biology presentation after all,” he said.

“I need to have good grades, Adan, please. I’ll make it up to you, I swear,” I begged, with tears welling up in my eyes.

“There’s nothing of yours that I want,” he said, and grabbing a smoothie from one of his friends, he poured it all over me, without warning.

I was soaking wet, and as they started to taunt me and make jest of me, I knew that my days of being the victim of high school bullying weren’t yet over. As long as Adan hated me for ruining his laptop even though it could be repaired, half of the school was going to hate me again.

That was the least of my despair, though. I couldn’t present the essay alone, and just like that, thirty percent of my grades for Biology were gone, and it was a course I needed more than anything.

Yes, I crashed his laptop, but he didn’t have to punish me so greatly. I could finally see how much of a jerk he was. Adan Bradford had no humane feelings, and I was wrong to think that he wasn’t that bad of a person.