chapter two

I try to push away al the negative shit that had just happened , I know that I'm not lovable . I know that I'm pathetic , stupid . I know that in my head .

It just takes a little time for my heart to catch up , and then I'm a fucking hot piece of ass with a glowing personality .

I open the door to my history professor's room , knowing he always eats lunch in there  alone . He says it's too loud in the cafeteria and he hates all of the other teachers and doesn't want to pretend to listen to them talk about their shitty lives .

I  can relate to that .

I slide into the front seat where I carved my initials into the bottom right corner of the desk  and pull out my broken poptart .

"You really should eat something more than a shitty pastry " my history teacher says while chewing on his ham sandwich.

"You really should suck a dick , Mason " I respond , shoving the largest frosted piece I can find in the pile of rubble that is my poptartinto my mouth .

"It's Mr.Fernandez to you "  , he attempts to scold me in that stupid fucking teacher voice of his . 

He hates when I call him by his first name , which is exactly why I do it .

"That's the only issue you had with the

sentence ? " .

"You're a lost cause when it comes to your filthy mouth . At least , show your elders some

respect " .

" Yup , you are an elder . Should you really be getting gray hair on your thirties , Mason ? " .

And lunch proceeds like that - I say something obnoxious and insanely hilarious while Mason pretends he's immune to my humor and general charm . He'll groan something about teaching me a lesson one of these days,  and I call him on his bullshit and insult him again .

It's a relationship every student should long to have with their teacher .

The bell rings and I stand , only to throw away my empty wrapper in the trash can right next to Mason's desk . He had chosen to ignore my swollen eye , but up close he seems to change his mind  on the matter .

" Who did that to your eye ? " He questions me , his voice lowering slightly with his anger .

"You wouldn't believe it , but this morning on my way to school , a Yippy Chihuahua got loose from it's owner's leash , it chase me for a mile before I could finally lose it . And right at the last second I ran right into a traffic pole , it hurt like a bitch .

I tell this elaborate story , which Mason obviously believes , and then sit back down in my seat as I prepare for the "pop" quiz Mason generously mentioned we would be having on the location of different European countries .

He looks like he wants to say something to me , but a few students walk into the classroom and head for the back row .

Since we're all werewolves at this school , they'll easily be able to hear every word we say .

Mason looks at my bruised eye again , shakes his head , but thankfully drop it .

He hands out the pop quiz right after the bell rings , and I internally groan when I see it's not on the countries in Europe , but on countries in Africa .

Fuck Mason .

I walk home , as usual , and head straight for the kitchen  once I'm inside .

I search the fridge for food that isn't there . Then settle for an apple sitting on the countertop . I take a bite into it before I realize that not only are my parents sitting on the couch , but so is my older brother . Guess he's in town .

Fuck .

Sam looks exactly the same as when he left a year ago -he possesses the toned arms and legs of a warrior and this short curly brown hair . We share the Same hair color , but have different eye color , that's a story for another time .

He has brown eyes , but his seem to consume him .At times of high stress or anger , his brown iris' blur with the pupil to the point where it all becomes one dark colors .

I've been on the receiving end of his glare , and it's not something I ever want fucking aimed at me again if I can help it .

My brother is a warrior , through and through- a warrior for the high council , in fact .

The high council consists of one of each of the most prominent supernatural creatures in our society.

Werewolves , Vampires , Fairies and Goblins make up some of the seats .

I'm not sure how the other species select their representative , but for Werewolves it is a combination of physical and mental strength . Since , they are so important in our world , each representative typically has a shit-ton of protection placed around him or her .

Sam was skilled enough to be accepted as a personal guard to the werewolf representative , along with a few of his trusted allies . One of said allies turned out to be his mate , her name Sarah , and the two have been acting like lovesick puppies ever since .

It's honestly disgusting .

I've seen them together only twice , and I threw up in my mouth the first time ..... disgusting right !

Sarah sweeps her extremely long blond hair over her shoulder , the ringlets bouncing around as they play with gravity . She looks me up and down and sneakers , she's making fun of me .

Well she's not the first to do so , not like I  fucking care how she sees me .

"Long time no see " , he says sweetly , the dark glimmer in his eyes a clear challenge .

Sam was never the alley I needed against our strict parents . No , they loved him dearly because he was a warrior , strong and tough , a child who always knew the right thing to say and never spoke out of turn .

That was never me , a weak omega who couldn't even defend herself and speak for herself when it was needed .

"Maybe it's been so long because you fucking left the house a year ago " , I respond , taking another bite of my apple.

My parents gasps as if I just cursed the Moon Goddess .

"Bella ! " , My mother berates me ad she stands to her feet , her cold glare enough to make me slightly regret my tone .

"Be respectful to your older brother , you brat " , she adds

She finally reaches me and sways the barely eaten apple out of my hand as she throws it across the room . I'm still starving from my luck of lunch but I don't dare complain about it ... it's just another day without diner , not like it was going to fill me up . A warrior wouldn't do that .

I'm a warrior in my own right- I pile defenses rhe same as high walls , so thick , and my quick tongue lashes out at anyone who dares to confront me like the most dangerous weapon .

My mother grabs my arm , her grip tight on my bicep as she hauls me over to the couch and practically shoves me into the seat next to my dear brother and his beloved mate .

Sam's eyes soften slightly at our mother's manhandling me , but he says nothing , which didn't surprise me . He always says nothing .

"We're going to sit as family and talk " , my father finally decides to join the fun .

Although his gaze drifts to the crinkled newspaper in his lap as his eyes lazily drag up and down the page to soak up anything that isn't this conversation .

"Talk about what ? " I ask , although I already know- Sam .

"Your brother was just talking about how he's going to be staying in town with his mate for a little while " , my mom excitedly mentions with a stupid grin on her face .

"Why  have you decided to grace us with your presence this time ? " I thought you didn't like it here that's the reason you moved out , right !? " I say , looking at my nails that seriously need to be buffed and filled .

While I'm looking down at my nails , I'm unable to see my mother's hand that collides with the back of my head .

"Ow , fuck ! " , I groan , holding the back of my head that is still a bit sore from the collision with the lockers . Speaking of , it's kind of fucked that no one has said anything about my bruised face and black eye . I guess I prefer not having to come up with a lie , but I at least expected them to question me about it , even ask if I'm okay .

"Listen to your brother and stop being so disrespectful . Don't make me punish you like you're some disobedient toddler , Bella " my mom said .

I huff and cross my arms , opting to just listen to save myself from more unnecessary grief .

"Well , I wanted to say that sam and I will be staying in the area for a little while ,  as both of us can't be a High Council guards . " Sarah adds disrupting my mom and I's argument .

My parents jump up out of their seats and begin screaming  out profanities and questions of outrage and confusion .

I try to hide my grin , I don't want Sam to be unhappy , and I'm upset for him that he can't fulfill his role as a member of the high council guards , but I'm secretly fucking thrilled that he will know what it's like  to be a disappointment to our parents

"Mom , Sarah is pregnant ! And the High Council has granted us a leave of absence to the both of us till Sarah delivers

safely " , sam finishes rattling , and then I sink more into my seat .

Great , now I'm back to being the disappointment .

My parents celebrate , but I just sit there vin shock . How will this change my life ? Will Sarah and this baby spend more time here ? Will I be expected to babysit ?

I love kids , especially babies , but I would be bad at babysitting by myself .

And that's the second chapter of the Mark !

I hope you guys like it :) I'm going to try and update everyday , so we'll see if I can keep up with that schedule .

I also want to get to know you guys and I'll add a question for you guys at the end of each chapter that I'll also answer myself

We'll start off easy :

Q: what is your dream job ?

A : well I'm studying engineering and it has always been a dream of mine ! Still has three years till I graduate .

Wolf girl 🐺