You Have Got To Be Kidding Me!

This is where the story starts

He was just my type. Tall, dark and handsome.
He had black hair, a beautiful body that couldn't be hidden by his formal clothing.

His lean figure was wrapped in a crisp white long sleeved dress shirt that was buttoned all the was up to his neck from which hung a black silk tie that was making me think naughty thoughts...

He had in black dress pants and black shoes that reflected light. He was watching the students in the cafeteria with amusement as he walked through it to the vending machines. He didn't seem to be different from us in terms of age, but he had an air of maturity around him that made me curious.

However; I didn't get the chance to ogle much, because my lunch was quickly disappearing and finding its way into my best friend's stomach.

The same best friend whose life I threatened in the last chapter.

He doesn't love his life.

He was an adorable sixteen year old who was the son of the alpha and my best friend since birth. He was blonde and had blue eyes and a very angelic face. And he was digging his grave with each spoon full of my sundae that found its was into his mouth.

"Justin," I used my best authoritative tone and growled at him too...making an effort to drag my sundae away from him.

He had other ideas and was now growling at me.

I laughed at him and raised my eyes in a challenge.

Guess what happened next?

He dived after my sundae.

Yes you read that right. Dived.

He went over his empty tray and grabbed on to my sundae, finishing the last three spoonfuls before I could do anything.

But, with his lust for food satisfied, he finally realised the gravity of the situation. He was inches away from me and had just eaten my lunch. All of my lunch.

He laughed nervously and I swear the world held its breath.
I forgot all about the hunk of a man I was drooling over and grabbed Justin by his collar, dragging him across the table and threw him on the ground.

I jumped on top of him and rewarded him with a few punches.

Punch, "that was for my pizza."

Punch, "that was for my pie."

Punch, "and my sundae!"

I threw in a couple more, hearing him laugh beneath me..

That enraged me even further.
He wasn't even sorry for his transgression.

And the worst part is that now....the tall dark and handsome hunk of a man was laughing as much as everyone else...

There goes my chance of being mature for once....

I punched Justin again.

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Note from the author.

This story will get better.. Had to force myself to write this chapter... Didn't quite turn out like I want but...there's always next time.