The Two Alphas of Rosewood Creek [MxM]

Chapter 27 - Nate

Nate's POV

The school bell rang in session as the crowds of students shifted their way into their classrooms. Rosewood High was nothing if not generic. It didn't seem like it was full of werewolves. It was slightly bewildering, how seamlessly they blended in.

The food chain around here is simple: you have your weak innocent geeks and dweebs on the bottom and then you have your strong athletic jocks at the top. Problem is, there could only be one Alpha at the very top, and that spot obviously belonged to me.

And if you didn't know me... You had to be living under a fucking rock.

Why so confident you ask? Oh, it just comes with the territory. I mean when you have the genetic features of a Roman god and a dick the size of a... well we won't get into that, there's nothing you can't do around here. Yeah, I'm fucking cocky and there is nothing wrong with that.

The name's Nathan--Nate--Natty Boii--Nathanos Harrison. Don't fuck it up.

I filed into class, taking a seat in the back to avoid being called on. Settling into the unsteady desk as I turned my attention to the front. It was a Checkpoint Friday, the delirious poor attempt to get students focused on their annual exams. We had them once a month. I could care less, but it was slightly entertaining to see Mrs. Holland, completely defeated, pushing her tired agenda onto an unforgiving crowd.

As she fretfully droned on, I felt utter boredom settle around me and I started counting down the hours until I would get to leave this place. School was boring, and I was coming down with a deadly case of senioritis. At least lunch would be next hour, but that still wasn't enough to hold my attention through class.

Mrs. Holland shook with fervor at the front of the room, borderline crying as more than half the class sat unengaged and on their phones. There wasn't much she could do since the incident last year when she threw that chair at a window to get the room's attention. She almost got canned for that one.

The brief slam of the classroom door woke up the class as Ryder and the rest of the enforcer wannabe crew causally interrupted Mrs. Holland's lesson, laughing as they made their way to the back. Ryder was extra cocky today, ignoring the teacher completely as he slinked towards the back, nodding respectfully at me before pushing the kid behind me out of his seat, sending the distressed nerd up to the front of the class. Ryder kicked his feet up, already on his phone within seconds.

Why even come to class if it's just the last fifteen minutes?

A small note fluttered onto my desk. I opened the paper morsel to see frilly petite writing in pink gel pen, a message displaying: Wanna skip this period and hookup in the janitor's office?

How romantic, getting my dick sucked in a utility closet.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I peered around to see who the author of this trash was. The soft giggles of an attractive strawberry-blond towards the middle of the room grappled my attention. It was Nora Roberts, dressed in classic fall attire, with her beige sweater, thigh-high leather brown boots, and fucking True Religion jeans.

She leaned over in the chair, precautiously positioning herself so her double-D tits were on full display, the sly peek of her Victoria Secret bra from the plunging neckline of her cardigan as she flirtatiously winked at me, awkwardly beckoning some kind of response.

I just wasn't interested in her anymore. The Japanese cherry blossom Bath and Body Works was becoming nauseating and I shifted away in my seat to fresher air. She had gotten too clingy recently, going around saying we were 'hooking up' to anyone that had working ears. You let a girl ride your dick two times and they think you're in a relationship all of the sudden.