My Big Strong Alphas (MxFxM)

Chapters 1-3 (Updated)

-------I put in some minor changes, but it's mostly chapters 1 to 3 mushed together in a much neater package. Don't worry I left all the good stuff alone. wink wink-----

Honey's P.O.V.

"Don't worry about a bitch that never been in your place, always move in silence never question your fate," My phone rang rudely waking me up, with a groan I rolled over, grabbed it and tossed it across the room. Yikes! I hope I didn't break it; my uncle Nick would kill me. He already bought me my new apartment in New York without question. Weirdly. Agreeing that it was time I went out on my own since I was turning 18 in a few weeks, and I was damn near an adult already. To be fair it was my money, he just manages it. "DON'T WORRY ABOUT A BITCH THAT NEVER BEEN IN YOUR PLACE, ALWAYS MOVE IN SILENCE NEVER QUESTION YOUR FATE!" my alarm rang again letting me know my phone wasn't broken after its trip across my room. Good, in the land of new the last thing I need is to be walking around with no phone. I tossed off my covers and walked across my room dodging all the unpacked boxes I have been too lazy to break down. I've got plenty of time, I can do it later but for me later meant next week or next month. It'll get done just not today I've got to get ready to start my senior year at a new school in a new city.

I walked into the bathroom and began doing my business; the 3 S's. Shit. Shower. Shave. Let me start by introducing myself. What's up, I'm Honey Rose, nice to meet you. I've got curly red hair with dyed black ends, I'm 4'9", I've got one silver and one hazel/blue eye. It's a weird mix, but my parents died when I was young so I'm not sure who I get it from. I'm 17 years old also I'm one of the best underground MMA fighters in my hometown state, being raised by my uncle and a house full of boys who love to pick on the shortie turned me into a fighter and I love to defy the odds. Now enough about me it's time to get up and get ready for my first day of a new school in the middle of my senior year.

I hopped out the shower and blasted Rico Nasty's newest album hoping it'll psych me up for my dreaded first day of school, but I guess I must get it over with. I walked over to my box labeled clothes and I picked out some gray jeans that flare at the bottom and a chocolate-colored cami with a black vest and a black pair of socks. I dried off quickly and dressed just as quick. Do I have enough time for a quick trip to Starbucks? Instead of unpacking the last 2 weeks I've been exploring the area, so if I leave in the next 10 minutes I'll have enough time to grab a strawberry refresher. I swiped on some grey eyeshadow over my hazel/blue eye and some shimmery brown eye shadow over my silver eye. Different colored eyes deserve different colored shadows. I styled my hair in a messy ponytail with a few curls hanging loose. I quick glance at my phone let me know it was 7:30 and had time to grab my drink before school started at 8:30. The lines are always so long, I have to go now. I slipped on my platform DocMartens, I grabbed my helmet, messenger bag and leather jacket before racing out to my motorcycle. I hopped on my baby and made it to Starbucks in 10 minutes. The line was surprisingly short, I might have time for a breakfast sandwich. I pulled off my helmet and hopped in line.

"Hi," I turned around and saw a guy around 22, he looked exactly like Edward Cullen. It was weird I didn't like it, a funny feeling was blooming in my stomach from being near him. It felt like dread

"ummmmmmmm hello." I slowly moved back hoping he wouldn't notice; he was kind of invading my personal space, but I bumped into the person in front of me. I muttered a quicky apology to the person before turning my attention back to him, not liking that my back is turned towards him.

" I'm brad," he drawled giving me a lazy grin. Wow that's boring. A scary man with a boring name.

I nodded, "Cool." Can this line go any slower.