My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

Chapter 2

Skylar

Fall of 8th grade

“Come back here you little b*tch.” A brunette goes flying by me with Barbie number 2, Jeanie, stomping after her awkwardly in her wedges and skirt so short and tight I wonder how she managed to keep all her bits covered making the smallest of movements, let alone attempted running. She looks livid and I can see the other two Barbies coming up behind her, strutting, since running or normal walking is not possible in the sky high shoes they are wearing

I don't know what happened, but these three came back from their summer trip abroad and decided they were the queens of the school and normal rules of decency didn't apply to them. They were never what anyone would call nice, but they didn't outwardly harass people either.

As the beta’s daughter it was my job to make sure all pack members were protected, even from our own. My father may not want me or take me seriously, my older brother was the true beta, but I took my rank and status seriously anyway since that is the one thing he beat into our heads since birth. We were not to embarrass him in any way as the Beta, the image was the most important thing to him.

I step in front of Jeanie, hands up hopefully in a sign of peace. “Why are you chasing her? What did she do, Jeanie?”

almost falls over trying to stop her momentum in her

an easy grade. She purposely got me a bad grade to embarrass me in front of the new teacher. Get out of my way, Skylar.” She snarls at me and tries to push me out of

did you just pick a smart kid in your class and tell them

I am a warrior and she is just an omega. She is beneath me and should be glad

and last I checked you are no warrior. You are lazy, and don't make time to train, let alone be considered competent. That's your fault, do your own work. Leave her alone. She didn't volunteer and you didn't pay her, she owes you nothing.” I refuse to move from her path. I don’t have my beta aura yet, but I figure fake it until you make it right. I stand

around Jeanie. Marnie, hot on her heels like the good little minion she is, forms

They believe if you can't take a little criticism, you're too weak to deal with in the first place. It's not the first time she’s said those words to me, but they don't hurt any less the longer I hear them. I blink back the tears burning my eyes, take a deep breath and head home. I hope the girl got away at least. I hope she can avoid those three, but I might have just prolonged the inevitable. I have a feeling this year is going to be a long one.

Fall of 9th Grade

SLAM.

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