The Boys Are Here

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

"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. I honestly don't know why we are friends. And why does she even have books? We only start on Monday.

I sigh as I wait for her to finish. I want to get to the cafeteria as soon as possible.

I have to say that the day is a lot less eventful than I thought it would be. I did not even get the chance to see what the alpha and his friend look like. I am also extremely grateful that I did not witness the meet-cute between Ally and Tyler. I don't know if they already met or if it is still to come, but I hope that I'm not there to see it.

Is this one of the werewolf stories where they have to touch to know if they are mates? I recall something like that.

"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 give her a nod and look at my watch. She has to hurry if she still wants to sit outside. I want to eat my lunch and finish it this time. I skipped breakfast just for those roll-up tortillas. I hope that there are still some left when we get there. The kid in front of me yesterday took the last one. I would pay the lunch ladies a lot of money to make me one of those roll-ups.

She finally finds whatever she was searching for and steps back, over her bag. Just as she bends down to pick her bag up, someone rounds the corner and walks straight into her. 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.

I look at the guy and realize I just witnessed their meet cute. Ugh, I had so hoped I missed it. And 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. I see you. That is skin-to-skin contact. Now, they are mates, but only Tyler knows it. I feel nauseous.

I watch his eyes and see that it momentarily changes color. I know that this is just a story, but that is still terrifying.

He lets her go and they stare at each other. One eternity later (in the voice from SpongeBob) Ally breaks eye contact and mutters an apology. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. 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. That is absolutely revolting. Has he ever heard about personal space? I pivot around and make sure to give 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 arm, a disgusting grin on his face. Oh, he thinks that he got me in a corner. Bitch, 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, a fucking 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 toward 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. I am truly sorry.

"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 walk to the exit. Ally walks in front of me and I can feel someone staring at us. I look around the cafeteria and there they are. The whole gang with Tyler and his friend. Tyler is sitting next to the popular girl (I have no idea what her name is) as he stares at Ally. I roll my eyes and look around at the rest of the cafeteria.

When we pass their table, I hear a loud clang follow by a thud. My head snaps to the front and I see Ally on the floor.

When she sits up, the filling of the roll-up is splattered across her shirt. The girl laughs and retracts her foot. 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.

"Kate, I didn't even recognize you. I mean look at you. What are you even wearing? It seems like the loser is starting to rub off," she says and laughs with the other girls.

I do not have the strength to deal with this high school shit. I could destroy her in seconds, but there is a reason why she is acting like this. Until I have figured it out, I will tolerate some of her nonsense. I don't look at her as I just keep staring at the roll-up.

"Wow, how long did it take you to come up with that one?" I ask calmly, turning my head to her and raising my eyebrows. She is taken aback and tries to come up with something snarky, but she just opens and closes her mouth like someone gasping for air. I shake my head slightly.

"And that was the last roll-up," I say as I bend down to pick up the mess she 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 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 have watched enough movies with witty characters, so I have a lot of one-liners ready to be used. I throw everything away and place the tray on a stack of other trays.

Where on earth did Ally disappear to? I roam the halls while eating my roll-up. It is delicious. I am living for this right now. I enter the girls' restroom and notice one closed stall. I knock with my finger against the door and I hear a quiet sniffle coming from behind the door.

"Ally, it's me." She unlocks the door and moves past me to the sink. She tries to clean her shirt, but the filling doesn't want to come off. I don't even have an extra shirt that she could borrow.

"Why do all these things happen to me? I didn't do anything to them. Why can't they just leave me alone? I don't bother them." I bite back the answer that I wanted to give her. Because how is the reader supposed to know that you are the main character? The author is doing this to you. The characters do not have much of a say in the matter.

"I don't know, Ally, but ignore them. You shouldn't allow them to get the better of you." I get some toilet paper and wipe the filling off. Ally doesn't say anything back as she cries again. I get most of the filling off, but some of it has dried and stained her shirt.

"There you go," I say as I throw the toilet paper into the small dustbin in the corner. I go to hug her, but she steps back. She wipes her face with the back of her hand and bolts past me. The door closes behind her and I look at myself in the mirror.

Did I do something to offend her? Should I have followed her immediately after she ran off? I don't know. The bell rings and I leave with a sigh. I check my phone for any new messages. There is just one, from the author.

Congratulations, you just made some changes to the story that I approved. Keep up the good work xxx

Wait, what changes? I barely did anything. I look at all the students rushing to get to their classes.

I don't remember what class I have. 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. I can't believe that I would enjoy Art as much as I am, and we haven't even started with the work yet. My smile drops for a moment. Maybe I am going to enjoy it less once we start with the actual work. Nah, I doubt it.

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 am really excited that I get the chance to experience Art for the first time in my life.

I enter the class but freeze in the doorway. My eyes narrow at the sight at my table. Aw, hell no! What if this was my 13th reason? Man, I can't have shit around here.