The Boys Are Here

"No, I still can't believe that you got almost all of the new kids in your homeroom. I only have two in my homeroom," I complain while I follow Ally to her locker.

Now that's what I call "plot armor". At least, she has the alpha and his friend, so I don't have to face them yet. I remembered that the name of the alpha is Tyler, but I don't know what his friend's name is.

"I don't care about that. To be honest, I don't even notice that they are there." She opens her locker and puts some books in the locker.

I glare at her, but she can't see me. This girl is on some other type of drug. And why does she even have books? We only start on Monday.

Leaning against the lockers, I sigh. “Hurry up. I want to get to the cafeteria before all the good food’s gone.”

The day has been surprisingly uneventful. I didn’t even catch a glimpse of the alpha, Tyler, or his brooding sidekick. Not that I’m complaining.

"Are you coming with me to the cafeteria?" I ask when she places her bag on the floor behind her, searching for something in her locker.

"Yeah, but only if I can carry your tray." Her voice echoes from the locker. I check my watch and groan. 

“If we don’t hurry, there won’t be any seats outside. And I’m starving.” I’ve been dreaming of those tortilla roll-ups all day, especially after skipping breakfast. Yesterday, some kid snatched the last one right in front of me. Not today, Satan.

Finally, Ally steps back with a triumphant smile, holding whatever it was she’d been searching for.

As she bends down to grab her bag, someone rounds the corner and collides with her. The impact sends her stumbling sideways, her bag sliding across the floor.

She falls to the side and the bag glides along the floor. A pair of arms grab her to prevent her from hitting the ground.

And just like that, I’ve been cursed to witness their “meet-cute.” Fantastic. Now there is no way I’m going to get a roll-up.

Ally's hands rest on his biceps which are quite big, but the shirt makes them look bigger.

Skin-to-skin contact. Classic. Now, they are mates, but only Tyler knows it. 

I feel nauseous.

He lets her go and they stare at each other.

And scene!

"Watch it," he says with a deep voice. She apologizes again. "Next time, don't stand in the middle of the hall. Some of us have places to be." He pushes past her which causes her to fall against the locker. I move out of the way as he and his friend walk past me.

"Arsehole." The word slips out before I could catch myself. He stops behind me and I bite my bottom lip. Now I have to talk to this wanker.

I hear the rubber from his shoes squeaking on the floor as he turns around.

"What did you just call me?" He gives a step closer and I can feel his breath on my neck. Has he ever heard about personal space?

I pivot around and make sure to take a step back. I give him a once-over, crossing my arms. 

Toned skin, black hair, and green eyes (you know, the typical W*****d werewolf alpha-looking love interest).

He also crosses his arms, a disgusting grin on his face. Oh, he thinks that he got me in a corner. Girl, I am in a dome. There is no such thing as corners.

"You heard me perfectly fine," I say with a taunting tone. He is a werewolf, so he did hear what I said. He wants to see if I would say it to his face.

I tilt my head and lean in closer.

"Arsehole," I say louder and walk off to get Ally's bag.

High school boys do not scare me at all and a werewolf one even less. What is he going to do? Transform here? I highly doubt that.

I pick up Ally's bag and turn back. He is still standing there, his friend pulling his sleeve. Yes, you should get him out of here because he is going to lose this one.

I reach Ally without breaking eye contact with him. I will not allow him the satisfaction of thinking I am submissive. I may not know a lot about werewolves, but I know the eye contact thing.

He lets out what sounds like a growl (like a dog) and spins back around, heading to the cafeteria.

"Are you all right?" I ask, helping Ally to stand up. She nods her head fast and takes the bag from my hand. I push back some of the loose strands behind her ears and she smooths her clothes out.

I look at the time and groan loudly. I need to get to the cafeteria ASAP. 

"I'm still going to the cafeteria. I will meet you outside," I start off to the cafeteria, but Ally grabs my arm.

"I'll still come with you," she says as she throws the bag over her shoulder. I frown at her, but I am too hungry to care about why she still wants to come.

I rush to the cafeteria and finally get to the line. The line is still long and there is only one roll-up left. Desperate times call for desperate measures. 

I hate what I am going to do, but I need that roll-up. I cut in the line and cringe at myself.

"Hey!" I turn to the girl behind me.

"I'm sorry. I'll give you my place tomorrow," I bargain quickly and grab the last tortilla roll-up along with a small plastic container filled with sauce and place it on a tray. I give the girl behind me an apologetic smile.

I hand my tray to Ally and we head toward the exit. As we pass Tyler’s table, I feel eyes boring into me. Sure enough, he’s staring at Ally while sitting next to some queen-bee type who’s glaring daggers.

The next thing I know, Ally’s on the floor, the contents of my precious roll-up splattered across her shirt. A girl nearby retracts her foot, smirking.

She just tripped Ally. What is this, second grade? Why would you do that?

I inhale the groan that wants to escape.

"Oops," the girl says as some people snicker. Ally gets up and runs off, the sound of crying following her.

I look at the squashed roll-up. I feel like crying. I was looking forward to that roll-up. 

I hate you, whatever your name is. She ruined my lunch and she is not going to get away with it.

I glance at Tyler and notice that he is looking down, taking deep breaths. Arsehole. He didn't warn Ally or tried to stop this girl from tripping Ally. I wouldn't want someone like that as my mate.

"That was the last roll-up," I say as I bend down to pick up the mess the girl who tripped Ally made. She looks at me, confusion flickering in her eyes.

"Catherine, it's just a roll-up." I hear Oliver say. I see that he has a roll-up in his tray and my mouth curves up into a sly smile.

I walk around the table and stop next to him. He frowns at me. I grabbed the roll-up before he could catch on to what I was going to do. He starts to protest and I walk back.

"It's just a roll-up," I mimic his voice and contort my face to mock him. I turn to the front and head to the exit. I throw everything away and place the tray on a stack of other trays.

Where on earth did Ally disappear to? 

The bell rings and I check my phone for any new messages.

There are none.

I look at all the students rushing to get to their classes. 

I don't know where Ally is, but I can't be late for my next class.

As I find my timetable, my face lights up when I see what my next class is.

I basically gallop to my next class, Art. I have the best seat in the class and I have a whole table to myself.

The Art teacher is exactly what I would imagine an Art teacher to be like. She has been so kind to us and she keeps us updated on everything. She named her class the 'Daily Gossip Session', so I will be caught up with all the newest drama daily.

I enter the class but freeze in the doorway. My eyes narrow at the sight of my table.

Aw, hell no! What if this was my 13th reason?