A Perverted Mate by Kylie (best pdf reader for ebooks TXT) 📖

brunet hair was wavy, and she kept it down, it ending around her belly button. She wore a black v-neck dress that ended just under her butt, with a gray belt around her waist. She wore black tights, and gray knee-high boots. She had a similar ring to Cecily's, only the one Destiny had was too small, so she wore it around her neck, as a necklace. Ryder had blonde hair, and brown-hazel eyes to match his tan skin. He act's like a tamed version of Aaron (Cocky, but not a perv, or a man whore) Maraleigh was small, with straight blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Ivy was Kylia's sister, but they looked different. Ivy was a little shorter than Kylia, with amber-yellow straight hair, that fell to her shoulders. Her eyes were supposed to be blue, but changed with what she wore, Kylia. Today they were a gray. She wore a purple sleeveless shirt, that only covered her breasts, and a pair of jean shorts, that were longer than mine. She had on Locals black hawaiian sandals. Kylia was a little shorter than I, with amber-yellow tendrils and curls of hair, that fell to her butt. Her eyes were supposed to be blue, but changed with what she wore. Today they were a gray-green. She wore a black sleeveless shirt, that only covered her breasts, and a pair of jean shorts, that were longer than mine. She had on Locals black hawaiian sandals. Lloyd had blonde hair that was more yellow than amber-yellow, and was short and straight. He had hazel eyes that liked to change colors. Today they were gold. He was tan, while Kylia and Ivy were fairly light. Paris and Brazil were both causcasian, like all of my friends, with dark hair and hazel eyes. Paris's haircut was an a-line that ended just below her chin, that made her look like a pixie. Brazil's hair was shaggy, but short, that clung to his head. I was taking another sip from Beau's coffee when Demitri came up behind me, tapping my shoulder. I nearly did a double-take, and looked up at him. His blonde hair was wild, not wet and sleek, His eyes covered with sunglasses yet again. I forced Paris over, making room for Demitri.
"Heyo." He said.
"Welcome to Hell!" My group of friends and I said at the same time.
Demitri laughed.
"Wonderful...A group of people like the fellow alien." Demitri pointed at me.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"I'm the NORMAL one around here." I said, stealing Beau's coffee again.
"Hey! You drank like half of the coffee already!" Beau whined, reaching for the coffee.
I stuck my tongue out at him, before taking another sip.
"NOT FAIR!" Beau whined.
"You know, what Delilah is doing is basically considered indirectly kissing you." Destiny said.
I did a double take.
"I suddenly don't want the coffee anymore." I said, thrusting the cup into Beau's hands.
"Am I really THAT unappealing?" Beau asked.
"YES!" All the girls said, exasperated.
"Truth hurts, huh?" Demitri said.
"Oh shut up." Beau grumbled, sipping his coffee.
I giggled.
"This normal?" Demitri asked.
"Yeah, pretty much each day we pick on someone else. It's our way of accepting each other." Kylia said, her legs on Lloyd's lap.
"Uh, Barf. Nerd and Loner are together." A shrill voice said, thoroughly disgusted. I turned behind me to see a usual slut of the school: Brown hair, and blue eyes. The richer sluts (most likely getting payed for their slutting around) can actually dye their sad wigs they call hair.
She beamed at Demitri.
"So honey, ya new?" She asked.
"Yeah, but I don't deal with the ugly bitches like you, so if you'd please, go fuck some desperate guy and die in a ditch." Demitri said nonchalantly. The slut gaped at him in shock. She recovered quickly.
"Oh baby you don't mean that. Come on, I'll give you a tour of EVERYTHING." The slut said, making it obvious to everyone what tour Demitri'd be getting.
"Shut up bitch." Demitri said.
"Hmph." The slut huffed, walking over to Austin, who was now here, like half of the school.
"You know, I don't hate you as much. I don't like, or respect you, but I hate you less." Aaron's voice made me jump. He was talking to Demitri.
"Yeah, thanks." Demitri said.
"Aaron, stop being a jealous bastard and go cheer that slut up." I snapped.
"I ain't gunna fuck that." Aaron said.
"I don't care just GO. AWAY. NOW." I said, my tone final.
Aaron gave me the puppy dog eyes.
"But Narcissus is with MY group of friends, bugging me about where you're at." Aaron said.
I flinched, making room for Aaron. He sat down, thought for a second, and forced me onto his lap.
"Let go of me!" I demanded.
"Be quiet, woman!" He said cheerfully, clapping a hand over my mouth.
"AAAH! STD'S IT BURNS!" I screamed, shoving his hand off of my mouth.
My group of friends laughed.
"So Aaron, how's life so far?" Maraleigh asked.
"Horrible. Daniel doesn't trust me anymore." Aaron grumbled. "And it's not my fault. The door was unlocked-"
"Quiet, Pervert!" I said, clapping my hand over his mouth.
He just licked it. I yelped, flying off of him, covering behind Cecily.
"Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew." I said, wiping my hand on the grass.
The bell rang, cutting Aaron's laughter short.
Chapter 5

After 2 hours and 46 minutes of torture and math, I escaped to the list of Elective classes. I had had 1 hour and 23 minutes of free time, and the Electives were all half of that: 41.5 minutes. I frowned, not seeing my two favorite things: Drama and Music. Aha. Found them. They were on every day except for FRIDAY!!!!! I grinned. They were set up so half went first, the other half second. Music was first.

I caught sight of Narcissus in the music room and froze. He turned seeing me, and shot me a pleading look. I shook my head. Basically, the music elective was: Learn a song, play it. Know a song, play it. Watch others and socialize. Occasionally there would be a lesson on something if we all suck at it. I sat down, and ended up next to my FAVORITE person. Yep, you guessed it. Narcissus. He looked at me, sadness in his eyes. I ignored him.
"Okay, can anyone play an accoustic?" The elective teacher asked.
My hand shot up like a giddy child. Only one other person raised their hand, some guy who was country blonde with hazel eyes. He was HOT! And on top of that, he was checking me out. So, a few minutes went by learning who could play what, my hand shooting up most of the time.
"Okay, anyone comfortable singing." I raised my hand faster than any other girl.
"Woo, Lys Bear! Belt something out!" I noticed Ryder in the room.
"Um...Okay, I guess, only if I get help." I said. "From a guy. Barton Hollow's calling"
Narcissus looked at me. The country hottie came up.
"That would be me."
"Kk." I said, grabbing the accoustic guitar and giving it to him.

I'm a dead man walking here
But that's the least of all my fears
Ooh, underneath the water

It's not Alabama clay
That gives my trembling hands away
Please forgive me father

Ain't going back to Barton Hollow
Devil gonna follow me e'er I go
Won't do me no good washing in the river
Can't no preacher man save my soul

Did that full moon force my hand?
Or that un marked hundred grand?
Ooh, underneath the water
Please forgive me father

Miles and miles in my bare feet
Still can't lay me down to sleep
If I die before I wake
I know the Lord my soul won't take

I'm a dead man walking
I'm a dead man walking

Keep walking and running and running for miles
Keep walking and running and running for miles
Keep walking and running and running for miles

Ain't going back to Barton Hollow
Devil gonna follow me e'er I go
Won't do me no good washing in the river
Can't no preacher man save my soul

When we finished, the other kids gaped at us in awe. We pretty much sounded like The Civil Wars. Even the teacher, who I should mention is a volunteer graduate, and a GUY, stared at me. I looked at the country boy next to me, to see him glancing at me.
"Well, um...Looks like someone's gonna be a singer for a living." The teacher said.
Country boy nodded, and sat down in his seat. I sat next to him, shooting him a grin. He gave me a flirty look out of the corner of his eyes, but went back to looking to the teacher. The other kids snapped out of it.
"Anyone else willing to sing a song?" The teacher asked. I had to sit on my hands to stop me from raising them.

For the rest of the time, I listened to people attempting to awe everyone like CB (country boy) and I, but not succeeding. Let's just say I have a gift to change my voice how I please, and the only other person who could do that was CB. After class was over, the teacher pulled me aside. I got a good look at him then. He had curly brown hair, a piece of hair curling onto the middle of his forehead. His eyes twinkled a grayish-blue, rimmed with black. He wore casual clothes that made his muscles seem bigger; a black close-fitting shirt and gray jeans that hugged his skin.
"You ever take singing lessons?" He asked.
I shook my head.
He raised a brown eyebrow at my comment.
"Amazing. It seemed like you did, but-" He looked into my eyes. "Are your eyes real? Or are they contacts?"
I was caught off guard by his question.
"I-It's a genetic, um, disease I think. I inherited it from my dad. Everyone thinks they're contacts. I guess I could understand how people confuse Heterochromia with colored contacts. They seem unreal, A=and freakish." I said quickly.
"Not freakish." He said. "What I'd do to have beautiful eyes like hers." He thought out loud.
I flushed, looking down, and he noticed.
"Did I say that out loud?" He asked.
I looked up slightly, nodding.
"Sorry. But I can't help but wonder. What year are you in? Freshman? Sophomore?" He asked.
"Senior." I replied.
"Amazing. You're too pretty to be a senior." He said.
Wait...Was he hitting on me?
"Ah, so you're not dumb." He grinned.
Damn, I thought out loud.
"I-I better be going. Got 41 minutes to spend in my other Elective." I replied.
"Can I at least get your number?" I shot him a look. "I graduated from this school last year, jeesh. I'm not 30. I'm turning 20 in the