Chapter 1

Drelia

To all the girls who ever feels ugly, there's a way out, love yourself more.

These are the words I use as an encouragement and so when Lauren steals my glory and the world cheers her instead of me, I ignore.

When father takes my kidney and implants for his girlfriend who ends up running away, I ignore.

When injustice and depression shapes me, I accept but now, I'm tired.

I just want to die.

But before I die tonight, I have one last wish, to see him. 

My favorite hockey player miles. That's why I'm sitting on the bleachers, writing on my diary and shunning the loud roar in the background.

I'm wearing a T-shirt that has his name boldly written on the back with a headphone on.

Closing my diary, I return it to my bag and trail my gaze below the rim.

I see players jogging out from the rink, the loud cheer erupts when miles comes in sight.

Ladies throws roses, guys ripe off their shirts in support and the eyes of the elder glint with delight. 

MEveryone's here for him.

At least for now, he's stealing the spotlight, but when it comes to who truly owns the crowds, it's always that one guy I want to avoid.

I stand up, my eyes following every step miles takes. My cheeks flushes red as he's my world.

He'd never know me and when I die, I want to be his guardian mate.

My fingers are steepled together, saying one last prayer.

Tears brew up in my eyes, he'd be the last image I see, so I hope he wins.

With my broken camera which I have drag along with me, I take breathtaking pictures of him.

I can't smile, not when my face is bruised and the pain surges through me. 

Earlier, Zac, my bully had summoned me to a basketball court through his regular messenger.

There I got hit by balls that cause me to bleed all over my face, just because I'm ugly.

I was abandoned but still managed to crawl down here to the stadium.

Surprisedly, I'm staring at zac with my camera, from the other end of the bleachers.

His middle finger points to my face and I lower the camera.

His cold, calculative gaze melts me, and when he folds his arms, it causes his muscles to ripple in such a way that I can't breath.

There's no doubt why he's the most handsome and even miles can't beat him on that.

He has the ladies hovering around him, some lines up for his autograph. There are just two boys you'd know on camp.

Miles and Zac, besties too.

I get irritated as he's now kissing his girlfriend, faria passionately like he'd eat her up and when he terminated the kiss, he let out a devilish smile at me.

Adjusting the hoodie I wear inside the t-shirt, I sit and look away.

I dart my gaze around but realize I'm the only one here. No one would want to sit close to me.

I'm all alone, in class, at gatherings, it's like a plague.

It's believed ugly wolves are infectious and should be avoided. The segregation hits harder in this pack.

A smirk escape my lips as I toss but my eyes suddenly caught sight of Zac walking towards me.

I'm dead.

I coil myself where I sit, my heart hammers as my body shakes.

Even breathing becomes difficult with every step he takes closer.

He suddenly sits beside me and heaves a sigh.

Don't look.

I hug my camera, shy and timid while using my free hand to adjust my broken glasses.

"Hey shorty"

I hate it that he calls me that.

But today, I'm challenging him, since I just have 5 hours left to live.

"Zac?" I panic shoving my head to him, fortunately, the headphone on my head plays songs.

Calling his name is like evoking terror and his presence boils me. The girls eyes must be gawking.

After now, they'd rush at me and strip me naked for being close to Zac as an ugly but they don't know we are more than just students.

We are_

"You can see me?" He mutters with a soft gasp like he's some ghost. I eyed him.

Usually, I can't even look him up in the eyes because I fear he'd plug them out but today, I am.

Damn it, he is hot and tempting.

He suddenly throws his arm over my shoulder, looking startle and scanning my face.

"You can see me!" He repeats in a frantic tone as his jaw drops and then he mouthed something.

My hands adjust the headphone on me. He can do anything he wants to do with me here. No one will stop him, after all, he's the supreme alpha's heir.

I pull a frown, the hello kitty bandage he paste on my nose still remains.

He'd stitch me up after every hit and that's pathetic.

I intend to ignore him but then, I need to speak for myself and remember in moon goddess blossom that I finally challenged one of my bullies.

But does he know his touch sends an electrifying shock inside me?

"Why are you acting surprised little sis? You can see me can't you?" he mused raising his leg high like he'd want me to kiss it.

I hate to admit, we are siblings.

He's the one looking baffled with those eyes that pierce my soul.

He grab my jaw with his hand and direct my face to look at him properly.

Zac looks annoyed as he gnash his teeth.

"Did those losers do this to you?" He coldly mutters touching my face but I snap his hand off.

"Stop acting like you didn't send them!" I spat fusing with so much hate seething through me. 

If there's a reason I want to die, he is part of it. Everyday, he paste on my locker that I should just die.

"You little wimp!" He cusses raising his hand as though he'd hit me but then just cuss and lower his hand.

"Give me their names" he orders drawing his sleeves high to his elbow like he'd fight them when I know he'd praise them for hitting me.

The tattoo on his arm glisten and I swallow trying not to look at his powerful, alluring arm.

I furrow my brows at him. It's the first time I'm having an actual conversation with this lunatic.

"Why are you here and not there?" I question, diverting the topic.

I scurry two seats away from him but he grabs my hand pulls me closer that my body yanks on him.

My heart stop beating as my hands grab a fistful of his shirt and I swear he stopped breathing when his eyes settle on my braid.

We're speechless and like our memories jumps in, we screech and push each other away, disgusted.

I notice something strange, his body temperature is as cold as ice. Pinching my nose, I keep focus on miles.

"Because I'm dead shorty, I died two minutes ago and miraculously only you can see me"