Fight or Flight

Chapter 3

Xander's POV

I walk into Science, wanting to talk to Kitten. I think she is going to tell me about the Math Project.

I already know about it because I made him through my mind. I told him, he should make us do a project together.

When I got to Science, Blake was by her.

I
GOT
PISSED
OFF

He needed to know she was MY mate. I know from when I bumped into her in the hall way and by not being able to stop thinking about her, 24/7.

I was about to kill Blake. I didn't care if I got kicked out of being Alpha, well I would probably be killed, or not because I was protecting my mate. He was to close to my mate.

'Back off' I told Blake through our mind link.

he jumps out chair, scaring Kitten. She asks if he's okay, not know why he jumped or that I was in the room.

"Yea, I'm good. I... Umm... Got to... Umm... Go... Sit over there... Now." Blake stutters.

Blake fast walks out of the room, maybe even out of school. He knew I was PISSED.

Still a little mad. I go sit by Kitten.

"Hey, Kitten," Vince, smiling.

"Don't call me that," Kitten says blushing a bit.

"Okay, what ever you want, Sweetheart." Vince laughs.

"That's even worse," Kitten says, giggling.

"Oh, come on. You pick one, for me." says Vince.

"How about, Jackass." Jokes Kitten.

"Oh. Don't be like that, Casper." Vince grabs his heart, acting hurt.

"Oh, Mr. Roberson, said, he wants us to do a project together. Because we're both a head." says Casper.

"So, you just can't get enough of me. So you ask to do a project together. I'm touched, Baby Girl." laughs Xander.

"Call me Casper, if anything. And we might just survive this." Giggles Casper.

"Okay, so who's are we working at? Yours or Mine?" asks Xander smiling.

"Why not at school? And not Mine." Casper smirk leaves her face think of her house.

"Why not yours, after of me in your room?" Xander says joking around.

"Not mine." She says and gets up and goes to the back. I sit in shock for the second time, today.

The whole class, I'm throwing paper notes at her. She doesn't even look at at them.

Something is wrong and I want... No... Need to know so I can fix it.

Once I find out what it is then we can both be happy, and content.

Once the teacher is done talking, I raise my hand and ask "Can I move? Over here is distracting me. With the window and all."

Mrs. Hathaway agrees to me moving. I move next to Casper.

I don't talk, I just sit, and enjoy being close to her.

For the next 30 minutes, we both just take notes from the board and do our assignments.

We're both ahead in this class also.

Sadly, the bell rings. She gets up fast and leaves. I pick up the notes and leave the room.

The rest of the morning passes in a blur.

The next thing I know is, it's Lunch time.