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"Wow, they serve such nice food over here. You know, in my old school, the food was disgusting, actually it's an insult to food to call it food. Do you know what I mean? You know, you can tell me if I don't make sense. It's ok, I'm used to it, my parents tell me all the time. Oh my god" I realise and whack his arm, getting his attention "Is this the reason why they sent me here? Because they don't want to see me as much?"

"Oh my god, please just shut the hell up" He shouts, but luckily, the noise was so loud that no one but me could hear it.

I put my head down in shame.

"I'm sorry" I drop the food on the table and step back, not feeling hungry anymore. Without saying anything else, I leave the cafeteria, ignoring the way he shouts out 'weird girl' because he doesn't know my name.

Is this why people don't want to be my friend? Am I too annoying? Am I too weird?

~*~

Where are you now?

Another dream,

The monster's running wild inside of me.

Someone bumps into me, making me give out an embarrassing girly scream. I pause my music to look at the stupid idiot who walked into me.

"I'm sorry" His voice is so deep and British, I could stand here all day and just listen to that amazing voice of his. I wander what his laugh sounds like.

Oh my God, what the hell you creep?

But I wasn't really in a forgiving mood, so I snap at him and say "yeah you should be" and walk away like a freaking sass master. I wish someone had filmed me, that would've looked so cool.

I hear his footsteps behind me but I ignore them. He walked into me, I think, and I'm not going to apologize for something I didn't do.

"Dude, just go" I roll my eyes at him when I look back to see him a few feet away from me.

Surprisingly, he comes to stand right in front of me, making me feel uncomfortable, because can I just say: WOAH. This guy, oh my God, he's hotter than the freaking sun.

I shrug of his arm as soon as he places it on my shoulder, he frowns, still looking gorgeous might I add, and lets out what I think is supposed to be a growl.

I look up at him in awe. "Woah. How can you do that?"

He sniffs me and lets out another growl.

"Are you ok?" I give him a what the hell is wrong with you-you idiot look.

"You belong to me" He growls for the third time, what the hell is up with this guy?

"Excuse me? You don't own me nor does anyone. I am my own person. I will not listen to you or to anyone else. Now if you don't mind, please move"

I tried to get away, but nooo, the stupid, but annoyingly handsome, guy wouldn't move. I asked again politely but the stupid jerk just stood there.

Then he goes about he is the 'Alpha' and how I shouldn't be disrespecting him, or there'll be a 'punishment' or some crap.

What drugs is this guy on?

So I ask him again to move, but surprise surprise, he doesn't. No, instead he said "Mine".

"Ohh kayy" I start by giving him a pat on the back, even though I do have to stand on my tiptoes to reach even his shoulder. "It's ok, you know. Sometimes people get sad and lonely, so they start going down this bad path. Really bad path. And that's ok, well ok, it isn't really, but sometimes people grieve in different ways. You know ny uncle yeah, he'd been married to his wife for like what" I stop to make a thinking face "I'm guessing about twenty two years. Yeah, that sounds about right. And the other week, when she sadly left us, that means she died by the way, if you didn't already know, and my uncle was so, so sad. Well you can't really blame him can you, I mean I'd probably get sad if Mr.Arab Boy died right now, even though I've only known him for like two hours"

"Mr who?" He growls, interrupting me. But I couldn't answer him as I needed to finish my story before I forget what I was even talking about.

"Yeah anyway, he got really sad. And you know people usually like, go drinking or fighting or something when they're really sad? You'd never guess what my uncle did. He bought fifty fish. FIFTY. F I F T T Y. As in like, one more than fourty nine. Isn't that crazy?"

"Yeah, it must run in the family" He chuckles to himself, probably thinking that I hadn't heard him. But I had.

That boy is so dead.

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