The Alpha's One and Only

Chapter 3

I sat down in my seat, just as Mrs. Laurelle started handing out the pop quiz sheets. Glancing down at it, I realized I was doomed. Half the questions didn't make any sense whatsoever, and judging by the groans coming from the other students, they didn't know either.

"I hope you all have studied hard over the weekend and are ready for this." Mrs. Laurelle's voice rang out. Think of the most loudest animal you can think of, and you'd have found Mrs. Laurelle's twin sister (or brother). "You have thirty minutes to complete this, starting now." She sang out, jotting down our names in her attendance sheet.

I mentally pounded my head against the wall. Yep, this day had officially gotten worse. The first question wanted you to list how people developed the different ways of classifying the animals into different categories, so me being dumb in this area, just wrote: some had feathers, others had fur.

Then just as I was finishing up my last question, Ms. Gladys' voice came on the intercom. "Will Terrence Sanders please report to my office, Immediately." Her voice cackled. Terrence Sanders was the first worst kid, I came in second on Ms. Gladys' radar.

Terrence hauled his fat body up out of his chair, scratching his behind and shoving his fingers in Donald's face afterward. Donald gagged, slapping his hand away, looking green around the face. Terrence sneered before squeezing past my desk, letting out a loud "BRRRRRRAAAAPPPP! " And blowing it in my face. I covered my face in my hands to shield myself from his awful stench, as he wrestled his way out the door. I could easily see him in the school's yearbook as "Stench Boy of The Year" or something like that.

Mrs. Laurelle's timer went off, and she began collecting the papers from us as we filed out the door, I had not even got to finish my last question.

The hallways were filled with students shoving and pushing to get to the cafeteria, and get the good stuff that they served for lunch. Pizza and all that, including the good desserts, were usually gone by the time half the students got in there, which means the ones that were too slow were stuck with a slab of chicken, fried, baked, or grilled until it was no longer even recognized as chicken. All it looked like was a lump of charcoal, and thus tasted like charcoal. I was on my way out to head to Taco Bell, when I heard a certain "Queen's" heels clicking after me. Before I could even turn around and tell her no, she had her arm looped through mine and she slammed me into a locker, practically throwing herself on me.

"What the f-!" I started, before Elizabeth's tongue found its way in my mouth. Her hands ran along my well muscled body, as she began grinding her hips against my crotch.

Disgusted, I shoved her off me. "Back the fuck off Elizabeth!" I shouted at her. She started pouting. "Baby, you know you want me." She said. "No, as a matter of fact I don't ! So back off!" I growled, seeing red. My wolf was desperately clawing to the surface. Let me at her! He growled. She punched me square in the jaw. "You know what, Hunter? You're a stuck up bitch, and you need to learn that females are meant to be the ones in charge, and the males need to learn to be submissive!" She yelled in my face. Hell, naw, I was definitely not going to hold my wolf back now. He took full control and bitch- slapped her right back. "You want to know something Elizabeth? I don't even remotely like you, or your stuck up prissy ass of a wolf! I already found my mate, and it is most definitely NOT YOU!" He growled, shoving her against the far wall, before twisting around like the badass he was and walking away from her towards the doors. "Hunter! You get you're ass back here this instant I ain't finished with you!" She yelled, running after me. I got into my mustang slamming the driver side door shut, and starting the engine and tearing out of the parking lot and off down Kearsley Street.