Not Ready For My Mate novel Chapter 1

"Happy birthday Skylar! Wake up right now!" I heard my brother Cole yell in my ear. I groaned and covered my head with my pillow, trying to block them out.

"Go away! I'm trying to sleep here!" I yelled through the pillow, though I'm sure it came out muffled.

"Well, if you don't get up right now we'll have to force you too. Are you sure you want that?" I hear Will, the oldest of the triplets ask me teasingly. Instead of answering him, I turned my head in the other direction.

"Alright Skylar. You leave us with no choice then." Liam, the youngest says before everything becomes suspiciously silent. Just as I'm about to check what they're doing, I'm on the floor with three huge oafs on top of me. I groan as they're weight crushes me.

"Why are you guys such jerks!" I yelled when they finally crawled off of me. I don't really mean that, I never could. Although they are highly annoying they're the best brothers a person could ask for.

"Because we love you!" Will sang loudly as he rested on his elbows, watching me with an teasing smirk. Yeah, and he's supposed to be the mature one. Not.

"Now get up. School starts soon and mom made you a surprise birthday breakfast." I look at them as if they're stupid (which they are), that they think that will get me up.

"Can't I just stay at home? It's my last day anyways, so what's the big deal?" I ask them while biting my lip, trying to keep myself from laughing, since they were wearing colourful party hats.

They eventually did persuade me to get up, it took a lot of convincing, and a bribe that involved oreos. I slowly stood up before making my way into the bathroom and taking a quick shower. Once done in there I walked out and got changed. I walked over to my mirror, assessing the outifit. I always dressed in plain clothing. I was wearing a plain black T-Shirt with dark blue jeans and sneakers. I didn't believe in dressing up for school. What's the point?

I put my hair up in a ponytail, not bothering with any make-up since I don't wear it. Some girls enjoy wearing it but I'm not one of them. I've just never liked the 'feel' of it on my face. Once I was satisfied with how I looked I headed downstairs only to be stopped and crushed into someones chest. I looked up and saw it was Will. I was then passed on to Cole, then finally Liam. By the time they put me down, I was gasping for breath.

I think they're trying to kill me.

I do love them with all my heart and I know that the feelings mutual but they sometimes forget that they're stronger than me. My big surprise breakfast was chocolate chip pancakes. Yum. Though Liam tried to steal some of mine, causing me to almost stab his hand. Twice.

No one touches my food.

After eating my delicious breakfast I went upstairs again to grab my bag and homework that I forgot to put away. Once I know that I have everything I head downstairs again. I say goodbye to my parents before jumping into my brothers' car. The trip there was silent, with me reading one of my favourite books, Liam and Cole on their phones and Will driving.

"Yes fathers. Bye!" I yelled back at them, heading towards the front of the school. I watched them drive away, making me feel nervous now. I gulp as I feel people's glares on me. Though I couldn't concentrate on that as only one thought kept running through my head.

"I hope I don't meet my mate today."

Once I was by the courtyard, I ducked my head and began making my way to the front of the school. My family wasn't so aware of what happened when they dropped me off here. I couldn't tell them though. I need to just deal with it by myself. Well, it's not like I'm alone in this place.

As I was about to walk up the front steps I heard someone call my name. I stopped and looked around me, searching for the person. I knew who it was, considering only two people in this school called me by my actual name.

Dylan.

We've been friends ever since we started high school. I still remember when we first met, I was eating lunch and him being the weirdo that he is, decided to try and steal my lunch. I may have punched him in the face, causing him to tackle me to the ground, ending with us both having detention. Having detention with him was interesting, I never knew that a person could shoot a spitball so well, that it hits the inside of a sleeping teachers nose. I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost him as a best friend.