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

winter."
"I'd rather not give you my number-"
"Then take mine. I wanna hang out after school. Ya know, before college." The teacher said.
"I'll take your number AND your name then." I said, pulling out my phone. I gave him my phone, he put his number in, and handed it back.
"By the way, I'm Delilah."
"But didn't that kid call you Lys?" He asked.
"Long story. It involves a french know it all, and his GF. Bye." I said, grabbing my backpack and walking out.
I looked at the new name in my phone.
The contact read in bold letters: Tom Huntley

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I walked to Drama class. A female teacher looked at me. She was about Tom's age.
"Wonderful. We're doing improv. Go help Caspian over there. He has the assignment." She said.
Oh no. Narcissus was here too. He looked up at me, and made a pained look on his face, and looked at the assignment.
"God must hate me." I said.
"Delilah-"
"Give me the assignment paper." I snapped, grabbing it from him.
Of freaking course I have to do a scene with an angry girlfriend who caught her boyfriend cheating. Now I understand why Narcissus looked pained. I laughed.
"Yep. Devil must follow me e'er I go." I said, thinking back to Barton Hollow.
"Okay class, anyone willing to go first?" The teacher asked.
Narcissus raised his hand.
"Okay, Caspian, Delilah, state the theme of your improv, and begin up here." The teacher said, at the front of the classroom.
Caspian pulled me up to the front of the class.
"Okay, um...Our scene is a fight seen between a girl who catches her boyfriend cheating on her." Narcissus said.
A few mutters broke out, but the teacher silenced the class.
"You may begin." The teacher said.
"Hey, look, can't we talk about this?" Caspian asked, as I started to walk off.
"What's the point?! I gave my heart to you, YOU, of all people, when I could've easily been with other guys who would've stayed true to me, and I catch you with another girl. And what do I see? Her HAND down your SWIMTRUNKS! What did I do to deserve that? I broke my freaking LEG to be with you! I took criticism from my family, and insults from my friends. And you do THIS to me?" I said, fueling the truth into the improv.
"It wasn't what it looked like, I swear-"
"Just like how you said you loved me, but then again, I caught you stripping another girl!" I said, tears running down my face.
"She was a cousin." He said lamely.
"Sure because cousins try to strip each other to have sex." I turned away. "Your sister was right. I don't deserve to be treated like this."
"Delilah-"
"You let your perv friends touch me, you let Aaron shove me off a cliff, and you left me alone to care with a BABY." I said, my tears coming harder.
"Delilah, please-" Narcissus made the mistake of touching my shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" I cried, slapping his hand away.
"Listen to me!" Narcissus grabbed my hair as I walked away, yanking me back. I cried out. It really did hurt.
"Goddamnit, listen to me you bitch! I. Didn't. Cheat. Ya got that, or did I use too many words?" Narcissus snapped, rage evident on his face. I shoved him, and ran out of the classroom. I buried my head in my hands, sobbing. I heard clapping. I didn't move until Narcissus came out.
"Hey." He said.
"I meant what I said. In the improv." I sobbed.
"I didn't. I'd never hurt you on purpose." Narcissus sat down next to me.
"OOH, gossip worthy material." A female's voice said.
"Go away." Narcissus snapped, causing the bimbo to scurry back into the classroom.
"You were my first...You know, attempt at a boyfriend. And what you did possibly ruined my life." I said.
"How?" Narcissus asked in a soft voice.
"After I ran off, all I could think was 'Wow, this is the best I could do?' It proved I didn't deserve anything if you couldn't be serious with me. So I made a bad decision." I said.
"Like what?" Narcissus asked.
"I let a person blackmail me into sex, I took a few numbers." I took a breath. "I started dressing like this."
"Delilah, I'm sorry. I swear. I was stupid to let that drunk whore touch me, and I was even dumber to touch her back." Narcissus said. "I wish I could erase that day from happening. I wish we could be together again. But it's obvious you're with Aaron."
"I'm not. I'm single. Because I'm ugly. And stupid. And I can't walk back in the classroom." I said.
"Come on, they sent me out here to get you, and they gave me permission to drag you back." Narcissus cracked a smile.
"Being dragged sounds like fun. Drag me back, will ya?" I asked.
Narcissus laughed.
"Nope." He said, helping me up.
Narcissus walked me back into class, his hand on my back as I stumbled. The kids clapped, and Narcissus let go of me, sitting down at his seat.
"Miss Royse, where did you learn to act?" The teacher asked.
"I taught myself. But I never have anyone to practice with." I said haughtily.
I could feel the testosterone in the air. The teacher laughed.
"Your scene's over, Miss Rosye. Stop misleading the class." The teacher joked.
I smiled, sitting down next to Narcissus.
I heard a moan as I bent over to fix my shoe. I looked up to see a guy staring at me, lust in his eyes.
"Okay, Ammon and Lilia, you may go ahead." The teacher said.
The boy who had stared at me got up, winking at me, and walking to the front of the class. He had pale strawberry-blonde hair, and golden eyes. Lilia was brown haired, with blue eyes.
"Our theme is like, a conversation between siblings as they like, fight for the riches of their deceased father." Lilia said.
"You may begin." The teacher said.
"Wait, can we bring extra people into our play?" Ammon said.
"You may if it helps." The teacher said.
"It's my money!" Lilia snapped.
I have to admit, she's not that bad. At least she didn't say 'like'. I put a thing of gum in my mouth
"Lilia, how many times do I have to say it? Dad left the money to ME in the will, not your sorry ass." Ammon snapped back, treating Lilia like she was stupid.
"You just want it for you and that money-reaping girl of yours!" Lilia yelled.
"That money-reaping girl

, is your BEST FRIEND!" Ammon snapped.
"Was. Was my best friend. And you have the NERVE to invite her here while you pack!" Lilia practically screamed, before lowering her voice. "Speak of the devil."
"JUST A SECOND!" Ammon walked up to me, pulling me up.
"Lys." Lilia growled.
"Yeah, hey whatevs. And it's Delilah ta ya." I said, blowing a bubble with the gum, and checking my nails.
"It'll be just a minute Lys, go wait in the bedroom-"
"Ya get the money or what?" I purred, my hand trailing down Ammon's arm, before I turned to Lilia. "Or did the bitch ova here complain. Just as I thought of her."
"You wanna know what I think of you?" Lilia got in my face.
"Lilia, Lys, calm down-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Lilia and I yelled at the same time.
"You know what?" Ammon waved a blank check in the air. "Forget this. NO ONE gets the check."
He started to rip it, but I ran over to him.
"Ammon baby, think about it. What about when we need the money for the baby." I pleaded.
"Baby?

" Ammon asked, paling.
"I mean when we decide to. Or if you fall ill." I said quickly.
"Sure." Ammon ripped the check in half.
"YOU IDIOT! I NEEDED THAT MONEY TO GET MY HAIR DONE!" I screeched, tackling him, facing the group of desks. Ammon looked at me and turned red.
"Enough." The teacher said.
I got off of Ammon, helping him up. Lilia, Ammon, and I bowed when the class clapped.

After the electives were over, I got pretty much all of the guys numbers in that class. Even Ammon. The rest of the day went by in a blur. When the final bell rang, I started to walk to my Jeep, but stopped when I saw Tom talking with Aaron.
"Hey Aaron." I said, opening the Jeep door, and throwing my backpack in.
Tom saw me.
"This your car?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said. "Aaron, come on. I gotta pick Phoebe up from Mom."
"She your sister?" Tom asked Aaron.
Aaron shook his head.
"You remember Daniel, right?" Tom nodded. "Delilah is Daniel's little sister."
"Ah. Shit, that means Daniel's gonna kill me." Tom waved at me. "Tell Danny I say hi."
Tom walked off.
"Come on, I want to go." Aaron yelled from the driver seat.
I got in the passenger seat, laying my head on Aaron's arm.
"I wouldn't do that, I had football for PE." Aaron joked.
"It's like you're proud you are all sweaty." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm just saying, even though they have showers." Aaron said.
"Poor water, you must've touched it." I murmured.
"Hey, it's the other way around!" Aaron whined.
"Turn left." I said.
"That's McDonalds." Aaron said.
"I want fattening sugar filled ice cream and soda. I'll share." I fluttered my eyelashes.
"...Okay."
Aaron went through the drive-through, getting a giant McFlurry and a giant sprite.
"Ice cream." Aaron said.
"You're not a baby, you can get it yourself." I said.
"Driving. Get me ice cream, woman." Aaron grunted.
I giggled, giving him a spoonful of ice cream.

We arrived at my mom's house, and I got out.
"Leave me some Sprite and ice cream." I said.
I knocked on the wooden door. My mom opened the door, Phoebe Grace in her hands.
"Little Gracie was an angel. I love that her name's that. Phoebe Grace." My mom said.
She saw Aaron in the car, scarfing the McFlurry down.
"DAMMIT AARON THAT WAS MY MCFLURRY!" I yelled.
"I payed for it." He replied.
My mom laughed.
"HI FLORENCE!" Aaron said.
I grabbed Phoebe Grace, hugging my mother.
"You know, I was overreacting. I can take Gracie off of your hands." My mom said.
"O-oh no, I-I couldn't-"
"George was cheating on me. I kicked him out. I can take her, since you have school...Or she can live here while you go to school and clubs and sports and you come by and see her." My mom offered.
I realized, she WANTED Phoebe back.
"Yeah sure. We can change custody so she's yours. Phoebe Grace Nightgear. Shadowhunter-y." I said.
My mom's eyes brightened.
"So you DO read those. I just LOVE Jace. Clary reminds me of you." My mom said.
"Okay, got a boy eating my ice cream. I'll talk with you later." I said.
I started to walk off and turned around.
"Hey mom, have you ever considered putting me in singing or modeling?" I asked.
"Yeah but,I've never heard you sing." My mom said.
"I'm sure you'll hear me soon enough. I'm famous at school. Music class today." I waved, leaving Phoebe Grace with my mother. Thank you mother, thank you Florence Marie Nightgear, previously Florence Marie Borelle, previously Florence Marie Rosye. Thank you.