My Bully, My Mate (Book 1) {Complete}

My Bully

*2022 editing*

"Give it back, Jake."

I jumped for my phone, but it was pulled away. I get angrier at him, and my eyes glow gold. He laughs at me, which makes my anger grow.

"Aww, don't give me that look, puppy."

"I'm not a puppy..."

"Yeah, whatever."

I reach for my phone again, but it is pulled away again. I didn't try to stop myself when my hands moved and pushed him into the lockers. I should have stopped them.

He dropped my phone to the floor, grabbed my collar, and backed me up to the lockers across the room. His eyes glowed a vibrant royal blue as he looked into my gold ones.

"Don't fucking touch me, Nathan."

I rolled my eyes at him and started to squirm a little under his strength

"Hypocrite."

He shoved me against the lockers again, causing the wind to be knocked out of me.

"Don't be a smartass"

I grabbed onto his wrist because my chest started to hurt from his pressure.

"Don't be... mad just because your du-"

He pushed harder, and breathing was suddenly almost impossible

"Let me-... go, Jake!"

He glared at me before he dropped me to the ground. I fell straight on my back, forcing the rest of the air out of me, and he walked out.

I got up and checked my phone, seeing a large crack going diagonally across the screen. My temper rises even higher as I put it in my pocket. I can't do anything about Jake. The teachers don't do anything. My parents don't care, and the students sure as hell won't help me, not to mention I don't have friends.

I sighed as the gold in my eyes returned to a light brown.

You're probably wondering who I am and what that whole thing was about.

First, I'm Nathan Willden, the biggest joke of the grade. I'm known as a 'puppy' by douchebags because I never had my first transformation. By the way, I'm a werewolf. Pretty much half the student body is.

Another problem is my parents are never home

They usually drink and stay out late with their 'friends.' They never really cared for each other, much less me. I don't care about what people think about me; in fact, I could care less. It's just this one specific person and his group of friends that annoy me.

This person is Jake Tropen. He's made fun of me for so long, and I'm sure he has no regrets. He makes my blood boil, and it pisses me off that I'm not strong enough to stop him.

Enough of the thought. Currently, I'm walking out of the gym locker room.

I hate the gym. No matter how often I ask the coach to switch my class, he won't listen. I could do anything instead of the gym, but the coach said it was 'too far in the year' to switch. So I bear it every day.

Today is the day I especially hate. Not only is it Friday, but it's also dodgeball day. Everyone aims at me. I mean, like literally everyone! Even my teammates!

Gym is pretty short on Fridays, which is good for me, so I decided to get it over with.

I walk to my side of the court only to have dull green eyes following me. I look at them and meet Jake. My anger comes back, making my eyes flare with gold. He smirked at me, and his response was a blue-eyed flash.

When I hear a whistle, red rubber balls soar towards me.  I tried increasing my speed, but it doesn't work since it's only half what I could do if I transform. I ended up getting hit in the face and got knocked down. The balls came faster, and I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped up and ran toward the boy's locker room in anger.

I crash through the door and slide down a locker. I looked down and saw the protruding veins in my hand slowly making themselves unknown.

I heard the door open to the locker room, but no one should be out for at least 15 minutes. Then I saw the dull green eyes move toward me. A tall figure stood in front of me, towering over me. I look down, trying to ignore his presence.

I felt his eyes still on me.

"What do you want, Jake?"

He kept quiet but shifted in his position.

I finally looked up into his eyes. He stared back at me and didn't move. I could tell he was trying to read my thoughts through my expression. He couldn't, making him frown, but I stood before him and let my emotions slip accidentally.

"What do you want?!"

Finally forgetting about hiding any expressions, I got up, annoyed by him not saying anything. I stormed out of the locker room, and to my luck, the bell rang, signaling that it was the end of the day.

I rush out of the school and make my way to my house.

-

I open my front door and slam it behind me. I hear a low growl and look into the kitchen, only to see my parents. Both of their eyes are glowing.

Their heads turned toward me, and they stopped looking at each other.

"Um, hello..?"

"Hey"

My dad walks towards me, eyes still glowing. My mom follows him, and they stand in front of me.

"Is... Everything okay?"

"Yes."

"...Okay, well, why are your eyes glowing."

My mother rolled hers and placed her hand on her hip.

"The goddamn full moon is close, and we don't get to choose what we want for ourselves, that's why."

"Mira, please don't start."

"No, I'm going to start! This whole mate thing is shit!"

My dad just began to ignore her and calmly looked back at me.

"You still haven't shifted yet?"

"No, I haven't."

"Then go find your mate or something. It's already embarrassing enough that you're eighteen but haven't shifted yet."

"Well, excuse me for having your faulty genes."

He narrowed his eyes at me

"Don't get smart with me."

Why do I always have to be the smartass when I'm just stating the obvious? My mother spoke up again.

"Search for your mate so you can shift already. If it doesn't help you shift, then so be it, but if I have to go through this full moon shit, then you have to as well. Maybe then I'll feel better."

My parents saw their bonding as a curse, which, technically, it is, but not the point. They complain about not having control over their feelings and bodies, but I tuned them out over the years. I just got tired of the same moping as always.

"You know what, whatever..."

I direct my head towards the ground, and I start walking away.

I ran towards my room and slammed the door. I lock the door and sit on my bed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it across the room.

I can't believe I have a mate to find; after that, it'll help me shift. Apparently.

I'm so fucking over this 'adult werewolf' thing... Huh, I guess they were right.