Zeus - The Alpha of Hatred

Fifty shades of Grey?

"What do you mean you can't find my notebook?" I watched the skinny, pale guy in front of me with round eyes. "It has all my homework."

"I know. I just went to the washroom and when I came back it was missing," he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh, no, no, no." Bending over the table, I started searching for it in his pile of books. He took my notebook during lunch break asking for help with notes, and now that I came to take it back, he had lost it? Where was his sense of responsibility?

I glanced at him, standing there staring. "Help me, Sheldon!"

He jerked to attention. "Y-Yeah, sure."

"Hurry up, please! I'm going to be late."

After several minutes of combing through the empty classroom he was using to study, I still couldn't find it. I turned to him frustrated, on the verge of crying. "I can't go to class without it."

"You can stay here then," he offered, sounding hopeful, "with me."

"What—" I caught a glimpse of blue behind him. Rushing to his backpack, hanging from a chair, I pulled it out.

My notebook!

I turned to him, disbelieved. "You had it in your bag all this time?"

He looked away, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, Ana. I forgot I put it in there."

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and counted to five. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but I didn't want to be rude. Frustration coursed through me as I ran my hand over my face. My irritation, however, quickly dissipated when I realized I was late for Professor Valerious's class.

Shit. Double shit. Triple shit.

Grabbing my own backpack, I bolted out of the room without another glance at him. I didn't know if I was more scared of getting a tardy on my record and worrying mom, or facing the Professor.

Now that I ruled him out from my weird alcohol-induced moment, he should have felt less intimidating. Instead the fear sang a different chorus now. His daunting aura that seemed to swallow me whole, his soul-chilling glares, and his disdainful curl of the lips— I shuddered at the thoughts.

Pushing my way through the crowded hallway, I accidentally stomped on someone's foot in the process. I threw a hurried apology over my shoulder, not slowing my pace. But fate seemed to have abandoned me today because the second I looked ahead, my gaze locked with a pair of tenacious green eyes, and my legs froze in place.

Too late.

I slammed into the solid wall of his chest, the force sending me flying backward before I crashed onto the floor. And as the cherry on top of my misfortune, my homework exploded around us like confetti, raining down in slow motion.

Only...I didn't remember my notebook having torn pages.

Swallowing hard, I shifted to ease the pain shooting through my nose and back, my heart sinking as I saw his eyes narrow into slits. He looked royally pissed.

"Pro-Professor," I stammered, the blood freezing in my veins. "I..."

His gaze dropped to the ground, and I followed it, the soul leaving my body.

It wasn't my homework scattered at his feet.

They were love letters. Dozens of them.

Signed by none other than Sheldon.

I scrambled onto all fours, frantically snatching up the strewn pages, muttering curses at Sheldon under my breath. Embarrassment flared across my skin. First, late to class and now this? Any hope of making a good impression on the Professor had just gone down the drain.