Beauty and the Beast

Part 2

Seth's POV

"Adam! What the fuck man?" I groaned out as he nearly gave me a heart attack. With Wolves nearby I thought he was going to attack. It's pathetic how I thought the pack of wolves were going to jump me when my backyard was protected with a fence. But also, it is wolves, they can jump. Damn I'm freaking myself out.

"You should've seen your face though," Adam snickered then handed me a cigarette from his back pocket. He already knew my mother was out cold on her bed. It was around eleven at night and my mom doesn't stay up past nine. My hand automatically reached out, like a routine, and grabbed the cigarette and Adam's lighter. The design always fascinated me. It was bold designs that curved and marked its way into the shape of a wolf. A powerful wolf that was painted with silver, and always had the clear blue eyes. The design went to the back where a red rose took its place in the center.

I flicked the lid back, and lit the cigarette that was between my lips. The flame touched the tip and I inhaled the sweet taste of nicotine. The familiar feeling erupted over my body as the smoke rose up my throat and out between my parted lips. The relaxation circled around me as it put me in warmth.

"Sometimes, I think that you fuck cigarettes instead of girls," Adam said through his puff of smoke. He chuckled lightly at his own joke as I slightly glared. "Man...come on, it was a joke. You have the sweetest body of Olivia."

I scoffed softly, yeah my girlfriend that constantly cheats on me. It seems to be every other week I find her or pictures of her making out with other guys. We're still only together because of the fame to get through high school. Dammit, I shouldn't even think about high school right now with my day off. "Don't talk about her," I hissed as more puffs of smoke erupted out of my throat. Adam looked at me with a questioning look then shrugged it off, what Adam does best.

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Alexandria.

When you wake up, a tad late for school, a couple things run through your head. The first thing, do I have to go to school today? Is there anything important due? The second thing, I missed the bus, must be a godsend saying I should stay home and take a day off, and finally, my teachers are going to kill me. 

I don't exactly like to think too far ahead, living in the moment and taking in the simple joys of life without regrets seems to help me be fully alive. With my decision made, I hoisted myself out of the queen size, ruffled skirt and horrendously pink bed and started with the daily routine. The mirror facing my bed showed a grotesque creature with blonde hair splaying all over the place, after fixing my glasses to my face, more specially my nose, I happened to notice the monster was me with bed head. 

"You sure know how to wow a crowd, don't you?" I whispered to myself and walked to the mirror with carvings of my friends's names on the wooden panels, along with random bands I fell in love with over the years. It had been a few hard weeks with moving to a new house on the other side of the state, but well-worth feeling better with the less humid climate. I pulled my amazingly distressed hair into a high ponytail, then  headed towards my bathroom where my array of war weapons were. 

Thankfully I was able to charge my iPod last night, so I plugged that sucker into the dock and pressed play for the Twisted Sisters. More old school than what I was use too, but it felt good to just jam out to a few old songs, the first one being the infamous, 'We're Not Gonna Take It' while I put product in my hair to keep it shining, as well as some floral dry shampoo to keep a pleasant smell. 

A few minutes later, my morning routine was done and completed, and I left the bathroom with a moist face from washing off acne solution. Quickly, I got dressed in my distressed skinny jeans, something that was a parting gift from my manager at Aria's, and a silky blue blouse with the medieval looking tie in front, just hovering over my breasts. It was conservative and quite pretty, plus a part of tennis shoes, brand was of course Doc Martins to fully justify that I was still in the middle school phase. 

"Alex! You better not still be here!" my father yelled through the halls. I shook a few loose strands of hair off to the side and booked it down the hall, passing the huge floor to ceiling windows lining the hallway on each sides. Outside was all rocks, dirt, and palm trees, plus the fake grass my dad insisted we have to have to keep some of our Midwestern lifestyle while we moved. It was more for my dad's sake since he grew up in Illinois and not Arizona like me. My whole family was a little messed up with how we were all raised. 

"I'm coming," I teased dad as he rolled his eyes at my appearance. 

"I swear you like being late to chat some more with me," Dad said with a small shake of his head then ruffled my hair with a grin. "I'm just happy you don't spend hours upon hours doing makeup. You look better without it." 

"I wear makeup to make myself feel better, not for anyone else," I grinned as dad beamed at me. We both walked outside to the near hundred degree heat and hopped in the beat up red truck. I always just think of Twilight with my dad's truck, which proves to everyone how much I actually did love the movie. He pushed the keys in the ignite and just like that, we were off to school, or for my dad it was work. 

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"Bye dad!" I said then waved my hand while walking through the front office, and into the grand courtyard of the high school. It still blows my mind every day knowing that I was graduating just this coming May. After that, university awaits for me in Oregon. 

Classes passed by at snail's pace, but eventually everyone was let out for lunch. Very interesting as movies pretend that the cliques in school are so obvious, but in reality I have trouble even finding who or where the people you don't mess with stay at. 

"Hm, and what might your name be princess?" I whipped around to the sound of the voice, almost throwing my bag at the intruder of my thoughts. I've only seen the boy in the gym with me during class. His name started with an S I believe. 

"Alex, and who are you?" I asked, pretending to not give a flying shit about his opinions or his personality. "Seth. I'm in your gym class," he commented back then held up a vape pen, taking a long drag, then smiling with smoke billowing out from between his top and bottom teeth, looking like a mystical dragon in the process. 

"I'm fully aware," I told him while staying in my little protective bubble. "You're the jackass that has no blatant respect for the teachers or students. It's quite clear." Huffing slightly, I started to walk away from him, not exactly wanting to deal with this troublesome boy. He was smoking for christ's sake! Bad for your lungs and all of that. 

Seth. 

How was it that a girl looked like the back of my best friend's lighter? Not the whole rose, but the wolf on the back. It was strange, and honestly completely stupid that I found her eyes to remind me of a wolf, a picture of a wolf to be exact. God she was judgmental as well about smoke from the way she rolled her eyes and huffed off like a pouting child. This was ridiculous, but I honestly couldn't help but wanting to get to know her. Even if it was just through friends and family of hers, she was interesting and I don't think my heart would let me leave her alone.