The Next Alpha

Part 2

*Annabelle Watson*

~Taylor's POV~

"Thanks." She retorted looking back down at the ground again. I could tell she wanted to keep talking about her art, but I had to ask before it was too late.

"Can you show me to my first class?" I ask hoping she would take me. I pulled out my schedule to show her.

She looked down to review it before she answered, "Yeah, s-s-sure." She stuttered at my new request.

This girl is interesting... She had told me her name was Annabelle. She had started showing me to my class, which it turned out it was on the other side of the school. We were walking down the stairs when, out of the corner of my eye I saw a group of boys, in letter jackets. 'Football players,' I thought to myself. I've always had bad history with football players. I try to focus on making light conversation with Annabelle. When the boys make their way by us. They start wolf whistling at me and shouting profanities. Annabelle stops suddenly. Spins on her heels and looks at them. I can tell she wants to say something, but she's holding it back. The guy at the head of the group which I assume is their leader, notices.

Do you have something to say, freak?" He got all up in her face and said the last word with extra venom. I've always hated guys like him. I can't stand it. I wanted to step in. So, I did.

"Excuse me?" I asked the tall muscular figure, while popping my hip.

"Stay out of this new girl." He says turning his attention back towards Annabelle.

"Don't call me that." I sternly threw my words at him. He scoffed and focused on the fragile girl beside me. He puffed his chest out and pretended to punch her. No wonder she flinched; she was so scared I would hit her. She's being bullied. I helped Annabelle up. I was about to turn around and shout some vulgar things to this boy. But by the time I got Annabelle up, they were gone. She was on the verge of tears. I was sad for her and I didn't want her to cry, so I changed the subject quickly. Once she stood on her own 2 feet, she dusted off her pants and I took a few steps forward before trying to start a new conversation.

"So, uh... What grade are you in?" I turned backwards so I was facing her. It wasn't a problem because, I'm a pro at walking backwards.

"Uh, I'm a junior. But I'm a little younger than most in our grade, late birthday and all of that" She says shyly, as if the words that were coming out of her mouth were top secret, but she didn't stop there, "but I'm 16, I'll be 17 eventually.

"That's neat, I'm a junior too, I moved her 5 days ago. I haven't really had time to look around town. Would you want to go doing something after school tomorrow?" I asked with a chunk of hope shining through my eyes. She throws her head up so quickly, I'm surprised it didn't give her whiplash. "M-me?" She said it really surprised like. "Yes, you." I giggle.

"Sure," She had a full-on smile, I haven't really noticed before, but she has really white teeth. "We're here." Annabelle's voice pulling me out of my thoughts. I walked in, and the teacher at the main desk knew exactly who I was. Annabelle went back in the direction that we came from. I hope she won't be late.

"Taylor Morrison," The plump lady stood up quickly gathering some papers before approaching me, "I'm Mrs. Parker, it's nice to see a new face. Here is your syllabus. "She hands me a thin square sheet of paper, "And your seat assignment, class starts in 2 minutes, please find your seat." She smiles at me before returning to her seat behind the desk.

Thank you." I never glance up, keeping my eyes focused on the papers the tall middle-aged lady who looked around her late forties, had given me.

"Sure, thing Sweet Cheeks." You could hear her southern accent. I had one similar, but mine, Texan. I took as seat at the first open desk and looked at the paper, my first period was history, and the rest were a variety of your basic courses. Science, math, P.E etc... The first bell rung, and the teacher began the class.