Mated With My Hater

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  • Published: 28 Nov 2012
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Lanna Môn Claire used to be a normal girl, she got excellent grades, did everything she was told and had a unique future. She was also the girl that had no real friends, someone who she could talk to. She was an outsider. That was until one day a new student enrolled at the school. He gave her tingles every time he passed her and made her blush whenever he looked at her. He was popular. The problem is he hates her because she was an outsider, unpopular and lacked beauty. She is his mate yet he denies the fact that he is falling in love with her. Lanna won’t survive in his world because he is a vampire and she has yet to figure that out when the time is right. He is Liam Payne, the heir to the throne and time is running out. ©2012|SAISXO.


1. Chapter 1 ✓


Chapter 1

[edited 9/7/15]

The first thing I want to hear in the morning is the fine sound of nothing, not the squeaky, annoying voice that belongs to a little brat that I have the unfortunate pleasure of calling my brother and living with. "Lanna, wake up. Wake up!" 

“Not now, just a few more minutes" I muttered, pushing him down to the foot of the bed with my leg as I turned over to face the other side. After a few minutes I heard the blissful peace and quiet that I was searching for - the sound that I always search for every morning. This happens nearly every day with the same routine and that being him coming in, shaking me until I seem awake and then leaving me with the struggle of going back to sleep again. I should be grateful because every alarm clock I seem to have ends up in pieces on the floor so having one that doesn't break should be a good thing. It could be a good thing but it isn't because the alarm clock is evidently my brother and that is a very bad thing. Oh, how I wish that my brother could just disappear. He is a huge pain in the backside and I don't think that he will ever try to mature up despite being a handsome 13 year old but he seems to have the brain of a monkey. I went back to my blissful sleep only to be rudely awakened once again, the duvet was ripped away from my body and the ice cold air hit hard against my body allowing my bare legs and arms to be defenseless as my body was attacked with the cold air. I sit straight up in my bed, glaring at mother.

"Mother! I was sleeping and it's cold. Why did you do that?" I scowled at mother, my arms were already getting goosebumps and my whole body was shivering but, she stood there with a angry expression plastered across her beautiful face. I looked nothing like her, she is jaw-droppingly gorgeous while I on the other hand am a scrawny, short, ugly girl with dark brown hair, hazel eyes with a sprinkle of gold which only appeared when I’m out in the sun so they are just brown most of the time and a petite body. But, mother has brown hair that looked so full of life, bouncy and silky, full gold hazel eyes and a perfect body maybe my puberty has yet to catch up so I'm counting down the days until it fully completes its cycle.

"Don't you scowl at me young lady, you've been sleeping for about..." she looked down at her designer watch which was strapped onto her slim pale but beautiful wrist and looked up at me with eyes wide open. I guess I'm late, wait I'M LATE!

"You're already late! Get dressed now!" she shouted at me, throwing the duvet back on top of me and ran downstairs.Great, it’s a wonderful day to wake up late of all the days. I slid off the bed to go and  jump into the shower giving myself a good hot damn wash to get ready for my day ahead.

After the few minutes of standing in the shower allowing the hot water to clean me I eventually turned it off. I got the towel from the rack beside the mirror and wrapped myself up. I walked back into the bedroom and headed straight towards the grand walk in closet that stood only few meters away from me and opened it. Mother's a successful interior designer with a hobby in fashion and beauty, which means she can afford many things to make me more prettier. I shuffled things around until I found clothes that suited my gloomy mood. In the end I chose to wear some ripped black skinny jeans, over-sized grey jumper and black converses, once fully clothed I put my hair up in a messy high ponytail, grabbed my things and left the room.

"Bye!" I shouted as I held the door wide open, a cold rush of air hit my face making me shiver. It was the middle of winter and December was just round the corner in Seattle and though the weather was absolutely horrific and made me want some sun it is undoubtedly and will always be the favourite season for me. Mother appeared from behind the kitchen door with a less than pleased face.

"You're rarely ever late and your late today, I didn't expect this from you. If I get a call from your school today you are in big trouble when you get home Lanna" I rolled my eyes and left the house slamming the door behind me. As I walked down the cobblestone path, passed the iron gates and out into the real world I dipped my hands into my leather jacket pocket in search for the only type of drug worth having. My iPod. 

As I made my peaceful walk down the road with my music blasting away in my ears and not a care in the world a sudden wet drip fell on my nose and I looked up to see the sky had gotten darker and by each minute; I knew what was going to happen. I started to run as fast as I could, thankfully I was only a few minutes away from the school and reached it in time before I was drenched and soaking wet in rainwater. A huge thunder sound made me jump up in fright, I immediately rushed through the double doors, passed the reception area and into the class which I was late to. I let out a huge sigh of relief and looked towards my classmates, who all stared at me with smirks plastered on their faces. Wow, today is turning out to be the best day ever, not only was I late, in trouble with mum, almost soaking wet and now to top it all off  I humiliated myself in front of my stupid, mean, ignorant bullies. I looked down onto the floor unable to make eye contact with anyone and opened my mouth to speak.

"Sorry I'm late Mrs. Solice" I looked up at the only person I knew would treat me with kindness unlike the other teachers I had and while she just stared at me with wide open eyes I imagined how Mr Croyne would've have reacted. For certain that would be with him spitting in my face because of a lisp he had and shouting me out the class while the rest of the class poked fun and laughed at me. For me that is embarrassment on a another level. 

"I wasn't expecting this sort of thing from you, Miss Môn Claire" she looked at me with worry, I flushed pink.

"It won't happen again" I said reassuringly, Mrs. Solice was by far the nicest teacher I have ever met. She always let me off and that was only because I was a great straight A student and a delight to teach and when half the class flopped in their grades it would be my grades that would pull them back up. It was just so that it would seem that it was not Mrs Solice's fault that the class was failing. I wouldn't want her to lose her job and she is a great teacher it's just the students that don't seem to take the information through into their thick pea-sized brains.

"Let's hope not" She placed a hand on my shoulder gently pulling me to a direction and pointed to a table at the back. Sitting at the back is the worst place a girl like me should be sitting mainly because those seats belong to the cliqued popular students and every now and then the troublemakers. I never paid much attention to the back of the class in any of my subjects mainly due to the fact that I was a good student and sat at the front always but, now I wish I had because I am going down there blinded. I don't know who sits at the back and I wish it would've stayed like that, if only I came in on time. 

"You'll be sitting with our new student" I looked at where she was specifically pointing and there at the back in the right corner beside the windows sat a very handsome guy with brown hair, accentuated jaw line and very, very nice hazel brown eyes. I stood there in shock, complete and utter shock and that's probably because 1. I've never had the opportunity to actually meet a popular or cute guy and 2. I get to sit next to a cute guy. 

I can't believe this is happening to me.

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