Owned By The Alpha: Re [EDITING]

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1500 Words

"I'm exhausted," I said, unpacking the final box of bras and underwear.

"Ugh, same. I want to stay up till 3 am to finish watching TVD," My friend Hannah said, stretching her arms up in the air and giving out a howl.

"I thought you said you were exhausted?"

"I am, but I need some alone time, honey."

I laughed. Hannah Wells has been my friend since middle school. We met at 14, and I don't know if we automatically clicked. Hannah wasn't always... you know... Hannah. Her name is Stefanie. I never really understood why she never liked her real name because I believe that her name is beautiful. I remember her first day at school. She looked like she didn't really belong here and had this shy but cautious look as she scanned the room filled with kids. As the teacher introduced her as the new student, she immediately corrected her and told everyone to call her Hannah. 

I don't know what it was, but we connected. We made jokes, gossiped, and made pranks on people 24/7, and we were inseparable. People even called us twins.

We work at Victoria's Secrets together and criticize how there are no bras after C-cups that are as pretty as A-B bras, and now they're very demeaning to women.

"Girls, you don't mind if you close up the shop," our boss said, chewing gum with horrible clown-ass makeup.

"You leaving kids, eighteen-year-olds, alone in a shop in a closing mall?" Hannah said, annoyed but with dramatic flare. Her saying things in a dramatic tone is a threat. It's not a question for real. It's a statement. Did I mention that, of course, I didn't, Hannah has anger issues?

"Yeah, you gotta problem?"

"Um... we'll close up the shop," I interrupted Hannah, placing my hand on her shoulder before she could put her input in. Hannah was ready to step forward and probably rock her shit. I would've let her, to be honest, but I also would like to keep my job this time around. My mother warned against working with Hannah only because she always causes issues. The last job we had was at Dunkin' Donuts, and this lady was trying to order her coffee, but in the process, she was irritably rude to Hannah, and let's say she got a slushie on her wig.

"Thank you, Charol, that's a good employee," She said, leaving the room with a smirk.

"Bitch" Hannah said while putting away some of the boxes.

I sighed, shut off the computers, and grabbed the keys. I did my usual routine by checking the cash register, ensuring we had the same amount of money. The only reason I do that is because I don't trust the boss, and she will find some way to blame us. I feel it in my bones. 

"Why couldn't she lock up and let us go home? It's nine o'clock, and we have homework. Ugh, hate High School."

"Then why did you want a job in the first place?" I asked her.

"So I can be with you, silly," She said, putting my hair behind my ear. She smiled and started hopping away.

"Well, we only have a few more days until the summer, plus we are graduating, so let's keep our heads up!" I said, smiling at her. She nodded with a pout. Hannah and I have been looking forward to graduation. I am ecstatic. I worked too damn hard. Hannah opened the door for me, and I just shook my head, the things kids do. I locked the door, and we were off. As we exited the mall, my brother was leaning on his car, looking at his phone. He then looked up and gave us one of his famous smiles.

"My, God bless you, Nathaniel. The Queen of England would sure be proud of you," Hannah said, walking toward him and bowing.

"How about Justin Trudeau," Nathaniel said