The Alpha Must Die

Chapter 7- Meeting The New Kids On The Block

A/N:

this is a shout out for Scarlett_Girl. She has two AMAZINGLY INTERESTING stories on her profile page. "When the Clock Strikes Midnight" and "My Twin, Not Me". both stories are on my library and I am lovin it!

also, I wanted to say...I made a new book in Stella's POV. don't worry for those of you who like this book. this one is still my top priority. but there is more to Stella's life than just being murdered. what if I told you she wasn't human at all...no she's not a werewolf, that's too simple.

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UNEDITED

I can't keep my eyes open. I don't want to. This teacher is too boring. wait correction, She's the kill-me-now type of person.

''Jaime Jennings! are you awake?" said a high pitched voice. I was almost asleep. Who dare wake me up? I snapped my head up and found the teacher glaring at me like she was a hawk and I the dead animal.

"Yes mam, sorry" I quickly replied and buried my head in my arms. No one needed to see my rosy cheeks.

she continued rambling on about math and art. A horrid combination. No one listened. instead I looked around the room, to look at people. It's what I do.

I looked to the side. A boy directly next to me was texting someone. I focused on his screen and saw who was texting. a guy, Who's picture was nude. I shut my eyes. Why does every one have to text people without clothes? The decency! I thought about earlier today in history class. Instead of teaching us she makes us read chapters out of old, torn textbooks. while she sits at her computer ands talks to some guy named Patt, who obviously needed some clothes ASAP. It's her fault. I blame everything on Ms. Whitefield and David. Bunch of good for nothings.

I continued my staring around the room. There was a girl in front of me with really big blonde curls. I slid to the side of my chair to get a good view at what she was doing. She was copying down everything that the teacher said. That's a tough thing to do. Especially since the topic went form Math to art and its now about popcorn and Movies.

I peeled my eyes off of her after I snapped out of my daydream.

I turned around. The boy behind me was looked up as soon as I turned around. he was drawing a dragon and it was amazing!

"Nice drawing" I complemented him.

Guess what he did! Come on, guess. He blushed!

"T-thanks" he managed to say. I flashed him a quick smile and turned around.

I don't usually make people blush. I've made Ryder blush plenty of times and I made Amanda blush when I was standing outside of the boys restroom. But those are out of anger and embarrassment. This blush was different. I heard his heart rate go faster as soon as I turned around. This kid has a thing on me? No, probably not. I'm probably the winner for the 'best messed up looking person' award right now. Anyways, why was I obsessing over a blush, something is wrong with me today. I'm totally off. First I get detention, then I get into a fight, I broke a heart, and now I'm questioning a simple blush? I need to get more sleep.

I look around the room again. I found the two blondes from Amanda's crew. Sadie and Katie. the Flint sisters. they were picking on a girl, she looked terrified. So I did what any sane and humane person would have done. I threw my bulky eraser and it hit Katie right in the forehead, I think it gave her a temporary mark. okay, maybe a sane person wouldn't have done that but no one ever said I was sane.

"Who threw that?!" she yelled rubbing her forehead and standing up. it was actually quite hilarious.

"I did. You have a problem?" was what I was about to say, but it was said for me.