Defying The Mate Bond

A few months ago…

I was back in school, writing my economics essay in the computer library. I played with my short blonde hair as I stared at what I have written and to be sincere, it looked like utter rubbish.

I groaned, resting my head on the table. I wasn’t good at economics, it was a subject I sincerely hated and I have wished a couple of times that I could drop the subject but I can’t cause it’s a must to study economics in this high school.

Kimberly western high school wasn’t as popular as the other private high school there is in Vencortica, but it was okay enough to rank number 30 out of 50 schools, and given my terrible character, it was nice for them to accept her as a student. But the underlying reason that made them take her three years ago was because of her sister, Eloise. The smart kid, student council president, beautiful, and the cheerleading captain. Did I mention that she had won multiple awards for this school? Well, she has. She is a senior and is the first student in Kimberly western high to receive a scholarship at one of the most prestigious universities abroad as a science student. Everyone at Vencortica knows her and she brings nothing but glory for the Monroe family.

Being in a family of scholars sucks. Everyone knows that my dad and mom were some of the first people to find a cure for werewolf sicknesses. The Hunter family, which is the leading family saw them in high regard. But I, the moment Cersei Monroe's name was mentioned, the first thought was ‘isn’t she that bad blood of the Monroe family?’ ‘I heard she can’t change into her werewolf and she already passed the transformation change’ ‘poor kid’

All I get is pity and scorn. Not like I care though, I am smart in my way, I might not be as smart as my elder sister, but I am. I am a B+ student of the art courses and an aspiring lawyer. So even though I am loud, rough, don’t have a werewolf, and love causing chaos, I am still pretty good too.

I wish I could write down my perks as an essay rather than demand on Economics.

I sighed, looking up at the hopeless essay, I decided to print it out like that. Hopefully, this does not land me an F, I have been keeping a C+ ever since on economics.

I printed out my paper and walked out of the library. Cleaning my hands on my skirt, which I always do whenever I felt nervous, I head back to class. Entering, I sat at the back seat close to the window. I had no friends and was always excluded from the class because one mean girl who hates me so much decided to spread bad rumors about me and these knuckleheads believed her.

We had literature next, so I decided to use my time to rest, closing my eyes and heading towards la land.

However, that was short-lived.

Came barging into the classroom was a busty woman, who had her hair in a high ponytail, makeup too bright that it felt like I was staring at the sun, clothes too tight that should be banned and heels too high I hope she would fall.

“Cersei Monroe!” She shouted so loud like a banshee that I turned deaf for a second.

Everyone in the classroom turned to me with a questioning gaze. The lady noticed this and bounced towards me.

I gulped praying that she doesn’t fall on me. I was just too small that I would be crushed if she does that.

“You, Bitch!!”

She raised her hand to slap me, being quickly witted I moved out of the way making her hit her hand hard on the table, almost breaking it.

Damn, she was strong. If I hadn’t moved out of the way, would that hit have broken my teeth or worse my neck?

The lady cradled her hand as tears brim dropped from her eyes, still, she was looking at me with hatred while I was looking at her with an innocent gaze. I was so confused at the moment, she just came into the class, shouted as if she was crazy, and wanted to hit me.

“Ma’am, is everything okay?” That same mean girl, the one I mentioned that hates me, was the one who asked the teacher.

The lady ignored her and kept on looking at me. “What were you doing with Peters yesterday?” She asked.

“Who?” I asked. I know no Peters.

The lady rolled her eyes, she pointed a finger at me. It seems like her wrist already healed. “Don’t play dumb with me. I saw you yesterday with him, besides his car. You guys were kissing!”

The once quiet classroom was now filled with hushed whispers as I was being judged unjustly.

I felt hurt, I have been accused of many things but being accused of something like this wasn’t something I would tolerate. I stood up, I wasn’t as tall as the lady but I could look her in the eye.

I joggled my memory to remember what I was doing in the parking lot yesterday. I finally remembered Mr. Peters, the economics teacher. I was asking him yesterday about the essay and needed his advice on what topic to write about and he suggested demand. Then he walked so close that I felt disgusted I had to push him away. He suggested something lewd that made me annoyed at his irritating character. I had no choice but to kneel him in his groin and ran off.

I shook my head. “Listen, miss, I have no idea where you get your news from but it’s unreliable”

She scoffed. “I saw this with my own two eyes yesterday. You had your arms hooked around his neck, he was trying to resist you but couldn’t and had to fall for your tricks” She kept on pointing a finger at me and I had no other choice but to slap her finger. I hated being pointed at, I already had enough fingers pointing at me for other things. I don’t want to be seen as a seductress. Teachers won’t trust me again and my result would look like a lie.

“Hadn’t ever come to your mind that he was the one who wanted to force himself on me?”

Everyone gasped. The lady clenched her fist. “He has nothing to gain from you. You are nothing and there is no way my fiancé would cheat on me. You, on the other hand, sucks at economics, you have no choice but to sleep with him to give you a better grade, you want a higher grade like your sister that’s why you did it, you disgusting slut!”

I couldn’t take it anymore, I slapped her cheeks.

Calm down. Don’t escalate things Cersei.

My subconscious kept telling me to stop but I couldn’t. she slut shamed me, accused an innocent 16-year-old of sleeping around. I have had enough of people always thinking I am the bad kid, comparing me with my sister, now that’s the last straw.

“You should be ashamed of yourself. You are an adult but you act worse than a teenager” I punched her in the face after my last sentence.

She couldn’t stand properly because of her heels, she fell hard on the floor, but that didn’t stop me. I punched her, over and over again, on her face, her stomach, her knee, everywhere my hand could touch.

I could not remember what happened next, but here I am in the principal office. The principal had an annoying grin on his face. He stared at me with his bushy eyebrows raised.

“Do you know how many times I have wanted to expel you Cersei? Countless, but your sister with her good reputation always saved you. Now that’s she attending the mathematical competition, she won’t be able to save you. She can’t even save you. You are hopeless. Sleeping with a teacher, fighting with a teacher. How disgraceful could you be? I have a long list of all the things you have done, let me show you” He opened his drawer and brought out a black book which had Cersei on it.

He opened it, leaning back on his chair he red. “Cersei placed multiple cockroaches in the canteen’s meal. Cersei used school products unjustly. Cersei fighting with a student, Cersei fighting, Cersei fought with three students and beat them up enough to send them to the hospital, Cersei argued with a teacher that she threw a stone at him, giving him a scar on his left hand, Cersei vandalizing school windows, Cersei, Cersei, Cersei…”

He closed the book and placed it on the table. He let out a big sigh. “What’s wrong with you?”

I scoffed. “What is wrong with you?” I redirected the question back at him. “You never had listened to my side of the story; you just accept their explanations that you never even listened to mine. You are close-minded, annoying, and nothing but a fat bag of bullshit”

The principal scoffed. “I am surprised by the evil thinking of a 16-year-old child; your sister was smart enough to use that thinking to become great. But you, you would rather do something notorious. Don’t you find it tiring?’

To be sincerely speaking, I don’t find it tiring. I like doing those things because it’s fun. I am not controlled; it makes me free but it’s also diminishing my reputation. I use to be that shy kid who always hid behind the curtain and always constantly compared with my sister. My parents wanted to lay down a path for me to follow but I felt constrained like I haven’t found my full potential and it became worse when I couldn’t change into my werewolf at the age of 12, I felt like a taboo. So instead of me keeping being someone I am not, I decided to be the bad child. Which I am not. I get accused unjustly or by my silly mistakes. I had a pet cockroach who gave birth to multiple eggs, it was with me when I was helping out in the canteen as my punishment for using a phone in class.

I had placed the bag of cockroach eggs in a far corner but they were able to escape and fill the food, the canteen lady thought I did it intentionally because I was punished for stoning a teacher and writing Cersei rules on the bleachers. I did beat those people because they were all annoying and due to my small stature, I do get bullied. I wasn’t even that small, I am pear-shaped, I have every womanly asset, I am just short. One of my greatest assets was my strength, even though I don’t have a werewolf I was strong.

Anyways, most of the times I fought were self-defense or those people needed a good beating.

The principal got up and placed a letter of expulsion on my hand before he bursts into a fit of laughter.

“I am free. Finally, I am free from Cersei. You are fucked up”

Tch! So unprofessional.

“No, you are the one that’s fucked up”

I decided to leave him with a little of Cersei’s smackdown, I punched him right in the chest which left him astounded, he fell unconscious. Someone heard the noises and rushed in, I then walked out. Not caring what happened next, with my school bag I walked out of the school gate.

I let out a big sigh rode my bicycle back home. I would have called the driver but no, he only listens to Eloise, everything Eloise. Sigh. The weather was nice which was a great time for me to ride around town, which I did. It was nice. Ignoring the stares of various people, I enjoyed my remaining hours of the day since it was just 11 am. I bought some cakes from my favorite bakery and headed home. Most werewolves have a great time in the woods running in their wolf form, but I for one had never had that opportunity. Even when it’s a full moon.

It’s kind of a tradition in Vencortica for everyone in town to go for a run with the Alpha and his family leading them. That’s why there is a wide vast of land in the outskirts. It was enough for everyone.

Around, 2 pm, I got home, to my empty house. I dropped the letter on the table for mom and dad to see the moment they got back. I went up to my room and had a great shower, watching a few episodes of anime, I changed into shorts and a T-shirt with my favorite white sneakers, I headed towards the park with my skateboard.

That’s where my real friends are. We are just three and we got close through skateboarding.

“You are here early,” Karen said. She was the lead skateboarder among us and has great skills, she is a dropout and works at a restaurant.

“I got expelled,” I said in a low tone.

Rick laughed, he was also good at skateboarding but he is a musician. He plays at birthdays and events. “I knew you won’t last kiddo. School ain’t for ya”

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him. Karen elbowed him in the stomach before she turned to me.

“It’s okay kid. I am sure things would move better now. You won’t be in your sister’s shadow anymore”

I nodded. I do love my sister, a lot, she has given me so much, I just don’t want people to always compare us both. No one likes being compared.

I dreaded the idea of going back home when 6 pm was reached, but I had no other choice. I could hear noises from inside the sitting room when I got home. I clenched and unclench my fist before heading towards the sitting room. Dad was having a phone call near the window while mom seated on the sofa, legs crossed.

One reason I love my parents was that no matter how busy they get; they always get home by 6 or before. They only arrive close to midnight if they have a lot of things to do. They don’t neglect their kids and always appear at each of our events, never missed anyone, and had never missed a birthday.

I looked at my mom who had blonde hair like me, her hazel-colored eyes looked at me with so much intensity that I felt like I was being burnt in hell. In her hands was the letter I dropped for them to read.

When dad was done with his phone call, he went to stand behind mom and gave me too his smoldering look, I felt like I was experiencing judgment day way too early.

“Cersei Victoria Monroe. We have had enough of your activities. Expulsion?! The highest you have gone before was suspension. I am disappointed” mom said, dad rubbed his hands against her shoulders to relax her nerves.

“If you hadn’t almost ripped your principal’s heart out or have beaten the teacher to a pulp, we would have been able to salvage this situation. But no one wants to accept you in their school” Dad said.

His eyes still have disappointment in them. I lowered my eyes. Did they believe what was said about me?

“We don’t believe that you try to seduce your teacher, my daughter is not that ill-mannered. But with the events that happened right after, no one would believe it wasn’t true” dad added.

I felt relief that dad believed me. It was nice.

“So does that mean that I am going to be a dropout?” I asked.

“Not technically, there is only one school that accepts, ‘stubborn kids’. You would be headed to Adam’s Northern high to start all over from freshman year” her mom said.

I wasn’t upset nor was I happy, but I had no other choice.