Dear Diary,
I'm on a mission today it's about mates.
I'll report back when I find out more.
~Aria
Ty stepped out of the bathroom and smiled.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked.
I blushed and then looked away.
"I'm serious," he added.
I followed him down to the kitchen where we ate breakfast and then drove to school together.
"Are you in deep thought or something?" he asked while breaking me out of the internal debate going on in my head.
I nodded. He looked over and then shrugged.
"Fair enough," he added.
During school I couldn't keep my mind off of the whole mate thing!
I mean seriously why is Ty wasting his time with me when there's another girl in the picture that is probably normal and way prettier than me. I finally came to the conclusion that it has to be Claire. I mean who else could it be?
"Aria please you're killing me," Ty pleaded.
We were currently watching some movie that he had put in. Well I'm not watching, I'm thinking. We have been home from school for about two hours now. We are in Ty's room and he is about to give himself a heart attack. I took my notebook and started to write.
'What is a mate?' I wrote.
He read it and then looked shocked.
"Where is this coming from?" he asked.
'I heard Carter talking about it,' I wrote.
"What do you think it is?" he asked.
'I don't know Ty, but he said you have one,' I wrote.
"When was this?" he asked.
'Last night,' I wrote.
"Is that what you've been thinking about all day?" he questioned.
'Yes, who is your mate?' I wrote.
He looked shocked and then amused.
"Who do think it is?" he asked.
'Claire," I wrote.
He laughed at that. I hit him with the notebook.
"Listen we will stay home from school tomorrow, I've got a lot of explaining to do," he stated I could tell he is enjoying himself.
'Wipe that smile off your face,' I wrote, this made him smile even more.
"Why? I like smiling," he mocked.
I raised my eyebrows at him and then got off the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
I grabbed my notepad.
'Away from you,' I smirked.
He frowned and put his hand over his heart.
"Who would ever want to be away from me?" he asked.
'Me,' I wrote while smiling.
"You know it's been a while," he stated.
I gave him a questioning look.
"Since you've talked," he added.
I shrugged, it hasn't been that long.
"Yes it has," he pushed.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary, I Have a Mate
WerewolfArrabella Middletin hasn't spoken a word since she was eight years old. The only thing she shares her thoughts with is her diary. She lives with her abusive father and is starting a new school. With a dad that freaks out when she makes a friend or e...
