The Alpha's Doe

Chapter 3

Mr. Callahan, the science teacher, started out the class by handing out our midterm grades.

My nerves skyrocketed as I watched him walk from desk to desk, setting down the pieces of paper face down in front of each student.

Mr. Callahan was a new teacher and I knew for a fact that he didn't like me. I had no idea why. I always did my homework, I was never late, never skipped a class, spoke up when he asked a question. And yet, I had caught him watching Ace and I with a frown on his face on several occasions.

I took grades very seriously. I had a perfect GPA and was determined to keep that way. I wanted to get into a good college—one that was far away from this crazy town. Ivy League was the goal. Of course, Ace didn't know about this. I didn't want to know how he would react if he knew I was scheming up a way to get away from him.

Mr. Callahan could ruin all of that. This test was worth twenty percent of our final grade and I was already struggling in the class. I couldn't afford to get anything lower than a B+.

The moment Mr. Callahan set my test down on my desk, I grabbed it, flipping it over, my heart pounding in my ears. I suddenly really wished Ace were here. He may be a crazy person but he definitely knew how to make me feel better when I got like this.

My gaze zeroed in on the letter written at the top of the paper in bright red marker. And my stomach dropped.

C-

I had gotten a C-.

"Dorothy?" someone asked next to me. "Are you okay?"

Tears began to pool in my eyes before I could stop them. I looked up to see Ron Edwards, sitting at the desk next to mine, studying me with concern.

I had never spoken to Ron before but I had noticed how nice he was from afar. He was always smiling and chatting with people and everyone seemed to really like him. He was definitely living up to the reputation I had built up for him in my head.

"Um..." I said, trying to but not succeeding to keep my tears at bay. A single one slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly with the back of my hand. "I-I'm okay. Just being dramatic." I sniffled. "Sorry."

His eyes softened. "No need for apologies." He paused. "Is there anything I can do? Where's Ace?"

"Yeah, Dorothy, do you need someone to go get your bodyguard?" someone else asked.

My head whipped around, making eye contact with a smirking Ben Tucker.

"W-What?" I stuttered.

Ben was new to the school and, although I hadn't known him since elementary school like most people who went to this school, I had gotten bad vibes from him the moment I saw him. Sure, he was good-looking and charming but he was also conceited. I saw him with a new girl every week—yet, they somehow continued to flock around him as if he were some sort of god. I didn't understand it even a little bit.

"Your pimp? Your keeper, maybe?" Ben continued. "Where exactly is the almighty Ace? He's finally decided to let you off your leash?"

"Ben," Ron interjected. "Don't."

Ben's grin only grew. "Oh, come on, Ronny-boy. Don't tell me you haven't noticed the same thing I have." He looked back at me. "Tell me, Dorothy, what's the deal between you and Ace?"

My mouth dropped open. "That's none of your business."

Ben scoffed. "You two make it our business every time you guys practically start humping each other in the hallway. You don't think people have seen the way you press up against him, practically begging him to fuck you every day? He must have one magic dick."