The Argen Noctis Pack : Ace's Legacy

Silver Hair, Red Cheeks.

Ace's P.O.V.

Friday Morning! School begun about two minutes ago, and I was already seated in class, second row, second chair from the right. Why that chair? Azazel loved to sit next to the wall. Why did I approve that? Well if I get brave enough one day I'd push her against the wall and-
She wasn't in class. Don't tell me she's late. Quickly I looked around, on the ceiling, under my desk, through the window, and yes those places were odd. But you didn't know Azazel.

She can't be late for class! Grr. When the teacher walked in I closed my eyes in dismay. Mr. Evans was a rather strict teacher. And even if Azazel were to walk in right now, he won't care. She'd be in trouble. The horror... Azazel won't last in detention. Well hopefully I'd last a double period of Evans Algebra.

Second period came by. No Azazel. I glanced over at the seat next to mine. Wincing I plopped my head on the desk, upon giving up. That's when the door burst open and the scent of Strawberry and Oranges, a rather delightful combination entered the room. Azazel. But she was panting and seemed super tired. Her hair in a mess, her face a bit dirty, yet she looked amazing nonetheless.

"S-Sorry for being late! I was searching for my books an-"
Azazel began, in that smooth voice, like a bread knife through butter.

"I don't give a damn about why you're late, Miss Mutagura. An Alien could have kidnapped you, Channing Tatum could have blocked your path, but Algebra is number one priority,"
Mr. Evans scolded her. He then brought out that small folder of the infamous pink slips. Detention forms.

Usually Azazel was care free. But when she was yelled at, well the expression on her face made anyone crumble. Anyone but Mr. Evans apparently. But I can't let her get in trouble. No way! Time to do something stupid. I shot upward and slammed a palm on my table, making the teacher stare at me.

"Yes Mr. Silver? Care to say something?"
He said sarcastically.

"Sir, it was my fault. I.. I hid Azazel's books and so it's my fault she's late,"
I lied. Well I had to.

"Oh it was you! Darn you Ace,"
Azazel played along. Although with her thought patterns, maybe she actually believed me. Let's hope Mr. Evans did to.

"Well even if you really did then I guess you both can-"
He began, and I knew what he was gonna say.

"Please sir. Just me. It's 100% my fault. You always said Algebra is number one priority. And all Azazel was doing is getting those precious books which I hid. So only me,"
I pleaded.

While Mr. Evans pondered this, Clyde, who also went to my school, snickered. Nothing probably made him more amused than his Alpha begging in front him. I growled and faced him, as he gulped and backed off.

"Well alright Ace. You earned a spot in detention. In fact, go to the office right now, for interfering with someone else's property,"
Mr. Evans said.

"Aw shucks, "
I said glumly, but glad Azazel would be fine. As I walked out from my chair I put on my fur coat jacket and sighed.

Walking out, Azazel was still at the door. Her hand grabbed mine for a moment and faced me, but she barely got to say 'Thank you' or 'You idiot' because I simply winked and pulled away, heading for the detention room. No doubt the worst of the worst were already there. Well it was worth it I suppose. Hopefully.