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Chapter 2

When my alarm clock goes off the next morning, I groan and drag myself out of bed. The downside of hanging out with Wyatt at night is you always lose sleep. Of course at the time, I know it's worth it, but the next morning, I'm not always so sure.

The first day of high school. I think I'm supposed to freak out over what I wear and do my hair and make up super nicely... I honestly don't care though. As long as I don't look horrible, I'm okay with it. I get into the shower and when I get out, I pull on a pair of ripped jeans, a black tank top with a sheer t-shirt over it and then wrap one of my scarves around my neck.

After drying my hair, I brush it out which allows it to stay straight. I put on a little eyeliner and lip gloss and then head downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning," I greet as I join my parents and two little brothers at the table for breakfast. My little brothers are identical twins. Everett and Eric. They're twelve. The only difference between them is that Everett is a little more chubby than Eric which is probably because he eats just like my dad. He doesn't even have the werewolf excuse either.

My mom places a bowl of cereal in front of me, smiling. "Good morning, Mill. Excited for school?"

I roll my eyes. When it comes to school – and my temper –, I definitely take after my dad. I'm not horrible at it but I really dislike it. If Wyatt and Bridgette didn't force me, I probably wouldn't do most of my schoolwork. "Not at all."

She laughs, taking her seat after she kisses my dad on the lips. Okay, the imprinting thing is cute, but they're almost forty. They shouldn't be kissing and they especially shouldn't still be doing the stuff they do at night. "So guess who's in my Algebra I class."

I purse my lips. My mom teaches math classes at school and by the glint in her eyes, I can tell I don't want to know who. "Bridgette?" I guess hopefully.

"Her." Then she smirks. "You're in it too."

I groan, chomping my cereal with a vengeance. I love my mom. I do. But I don't want her as my teacher. It'll just be weird, especially when I don't understand something.

My dad pats my shoulder. "Look at it this way Millie, at least you won't fail this year."

I glare at him as my mom shoves him playfully. "Thanks Dad. That's really encouraging. Thank you so f – reaking much."

Mom gives me a stern look but my dad just smirks. I'm definitely a daddy's girl which is his fault though. He never gets mad at me over anything and if I went off on a rant, swearing included, he'd probably be more proud than anything. Now if one of the twins did that... Uh oh.

"Oh, come on, I'm just teasing."

I roll my eyes. But technically he's probably not. I don't get math and having my mom as a teacher, I may get some lenience. Hopefully, anyway. "Yeah, well, I'm going to go. See ya later."

"I can drive you to school," my mom offers.

I shrug. "No thanks, Wyatt's taking me."

My brothers make little kissy noises, causing me to scoff. "Grow up, losers. He's taking Bridge too." If only they were right, though...

When I walk into the Uley's household, I'm immediately hit with the smell of muffins. "Making even more muffins, Emily?" I ask jovially.

She stifles a laugh. "Well, if they wouldn't mysteriously go missing, I wouldn't have to." She shoots me a pointed look and I have to try really hard to not blush.

"Yeah, that Wyatt sure is a pig."

Emily chuckles, handing me a muffin. "The kids should be out in a minute. Do you want anything to eat?"

I shake my head. "No thanks. My mom actually fed me this morning."

"Now, don't say stuff like that," she replies in a scolding tone.

"Don't say stuff like what?" Wyatt asks, appearing in the doorway. He's just in a simple button up shirt and dark-washed jeans but like always, my breath is taken away. He joins me at the table after stealing a muffin from his mother.

"Nothing, just how my mother rarely ever feeds me," I joke.

He snorts, then pats my stomach. "You wouldn't be that flabby if she never fed you."

"You're an ass," I retort, smacking the back of his head with my hand. I'm curvy but besides boobs and butt, I don't have much other fat. My mom always teases me about it, but my dad says she's just jealous.

"Mom!" Wyatt whines mockingly. "Emi said a bad word!"

Emily rolls her eyes and leaves the kitchen, ignoring us. We're not alone for long before Sam joins us at the table, drinking his coffee. A couple years ago, Sam stopped phasing and Jake took over the alpha role. I figure it will be a couple more years before my dad stops since him and my mom still relatively look the same age – creepily.

I glance over at the clock but there's still a lot of time left until we have to be at school. Still, Bridge is taking forever. "Man, she takes a long time to get ready."

"Well, not everyone's naturally gorgeous, you know," Bridgette teases, walking into the kitchen.

I laugh, waving her comment off. "Whatever, you're pretty and you know it."

Wyatt shakes his head. "She's far from pretty."

I roll my eyes and drive my elbow into his stomach. He yelps, partially choking on his muffin. "Hey!" he exclaims.

I shrug, following Bridge to the door. "Stop being a jerk. Now come on, let's go."

"You're lucky I'm still driving you," he complains, following us to his car.

When we get to the school, Wyatt tells us to wait in the car until he's away from it. He winks at me as he gets out, showing that he's joking. Bridgette insists on staying for a bit though. She probably wants to get on his good side so he doesn't rookie her. She finally decides it's okay to go inside and I get out of the passenger seat – which Wyatt told me I could have.

We go straight to the office to get our schedules. We end up having four out of our five classes together which is great. "Hey," she says, examining her schedule, "we have your mom for math class."

I groan as we start walking to where our lockers are assigned. They aren't right beside each other but they're in a close proximity. We stop at hers first. "Don't remind me. It's going to suck."

Bridgette laughs. "Oh come on, I guess she's a really good teacher. Wyatt said she explains things really well and made the class easy to understand when he had her."

I roll my eyes. "Wyatt finds all things easy," I say, slightly bitterly. Not because he's down the hall flirting with some pretty girl. Not at all...

Bridgette follows my gaze then shoots me a sympathetic glance before acting like what I just said never happened. She does that when it comes to me liking Wyatt; she just ignores it. "She won't be that bad."

"Maybe not," I sigh. "But she's still my mom so I don't want her as my teacher."

"Come on, let's check out the school."

By the time we get down the hall to where Wyatt is, the girl's gone and he's talking to some guy that's a friend of his. I'm not sure if he wants us talking to him in school or not – at least not Bridgette – so I don't want to go over just in case. He looks up as we're walking by though so I shoot him a goofy smile.

He chuckles, grinning at me before turning back to his friend. I bring my attention back to listening to Bridgette talking about her schedule and some school stuff. I swear, this girl thinks about nothing else.

Wyatt's POV

"So Wyatt, I was wondering if you wanted to take me out on Friday?" Leanne asks, turning my direction away from looking at Emi at her locker and back to the cheerleader batting fake eyelashes in front of me. If she had her shirt any lower, it probably would've fell off.

I shrug halfheartedly, feeling bad that I'm about to reject her. She may be easily the sluttiest person on the reservation but unlike the others she isn't mean. "I'm pretty sure I'm busy, sorry Lee."

She pouts. "Well call me when you're free."

I shoot her one of my famous grins and nod, still feeling bad because I know I won't. It's not completely my fault; if Emilia wasn't so god damn perfect, I wouldn't have a problem going out with other girls.

For a while, I'd been able to ignore it because she was just too young for me. It was easier to date or fool around with girls then. But this summer, she grew up a lot and even though I try to still see her as the little girl I grew up with, I can't. Then again, I'm pretty sure I've loved her since I was a toddler so it's not like these thoughts are anything new. Just more mature...

"Hey Wyatt, man. How was your summer?" Glancing up, I see my friend Kyle beside me.

"Hey, man. Great." Spent mostly with Emi. "How was yours?"

He wriggles his eyebrows. "Had Kaela Moore in my bed most of it." I fight the urge to roll my eyes. He's such a pig. I really need to tell Kaela that he just wants in her pants because she's completely clueless. Then, Kyle's eyes focus on something down the hall and he lets out a low whistle. "Hey who's the babe?"

I follow his gaze. It takes every bit of restraint I have to not punch him in the face when I realize that it's Emi he's checking out. Of all the girls in this school... "Who?" I ask, playing dumb.

He nods towards her again. "The chick in the scarf?"

"Leave her the fuck alone man," I snap, angrily..

He holds his hands up in defense but his smirk hasn't left his face. "Woah, man. Chill. Since when do you have a temper?" Realization hits his face. "Oh, is she your girl?"

I roll my eyes. I wish. "No, we're just friends," I state, jealously leaking into my tone.

He shrugs it off, going back to checking her out. "So what's her name?" I glare at him. "Hey, I just want to know. I'm not going to steal your girl, bro."

"She's not my..." I cut myself off and answer, "Emilia Walker."

He ponders over the name. "You mean that gymnasts daughter?" I nod, making his smirk come back. "Damn. She's so fucking hot. I'm getting hard just looking at her."

I smirk, rolling my eyes. I know how you feel.

Her and Bridge start walking down the hallway towards us and I figure that their classes are somewhere down the hall. I'm not to thrilled about having to see my sister at school but her and Em are always together. I can't see Emi without seeing my sister so I deal with it.

As she's getting closer to me, I notice indecision cross her face and it hurts me. Does she honestly think that I might not want to talk to her? Luckily, when she's close, she shoots me one of her silly grins. It's adorable really; her whole face lights up.

She makes me chuckle, but I manage to shoot her a smile before she disappears down the hall.

"You lucky bastard."

I shoot Kyle a "what the hell" look and he grins. "Oh come on. Like you aren't getting into her pants."

Every night. In my dreams. "She's fifteen, dude."

He rolls his eyes and then sighs. "Well, at least now I get why you never date other girls," he mutters before taking off to his class.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I call after him even though I already know. Of course that's why. It's not like it's not a good reason either. Why would I date other girls and lie to them by saying I like them? That's probably one of the worst things I could do.

Of course, it would be nice to get laid. It's been a few months and I really do feel like I'm going to die.