The Completely and Totally Average Life of Ryder Stark

School

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The picture on the side is of Sebastian.

First day of school. Senior year.

No, the cliche thoughts "This is going to be the best year ever" did not run through my head. School was school. I've never been insanely popular, so I don't revel in the power I soak up from schoolmates. That's left to Abel, the next in line Alpha for my pack. He isn't a douche or anything but it's totally in his blood to be cocky.

Don't get me wrong, all wolves are cocky. It comes with the hereditary good looks and territorial personality. But Abel checks himself out in every and any reflective surface he stumbled upon. Once while we were hanging out at the mall he felt a hair go out of place and turned towards the reflective glass of a popular boutique. After smoothing his hair back into its resepctiev spot and giving himself his signature grin he heard the giggles of several swooning preteens who thought the grin was for them.

We teased him so hard that he stormed off in his Audi (perks of being the son of an Alpha) and we had to walk home.

On the other hand, I'm not shy, awkward, or bullied. I go through school every day, living my life among both the pack and the humans that share the school with us. Obviously as wolves, we are territorial predators. The humans, although do not possess knowledge of what we are, understand that there is something about us that commands power. They know that we own the school. It's a blast.

Every day I continue to tell myself that I'm average, but still happy... yet, something was missing. No, it wasn't popularity, love, or money that I was looking for..

My stomach growled more fiercely than my wolf ever could and I then realized what I was missing: pizza.

Looking at the watch on my wrist, I let out a groan. First period still had fifteen minutes left, and lunch wasn't till after fourth.

Sebastian, a member of my pack and my best friend, looked to me and raised his eyebrows.

My face contorted into a tortured look. Starving. I spoke to him through our mind link. So much easier than passing notes or texting. A mischievous grin appeared on his face, and immediately I knew what would begin store for us instead of second hour Advanced Calculus.

Minutes later, the bell rang and Sebastian and I met in the hall. We didn't speak, but instead communicated through our thoughts. Less evidence this way. No one could check the cameras and overhear our first senior prank plans of the year.

The freshmen halls too?

Yeah, they'd never believe it if they weren't involved.

This is going to be legendary.

As we approached the cafeteria, our footsteps totally silent (thank you werewolf gods) we slipped in through the back. Sebastian, blessed with powers due to being the son of the Beta (lucky bastard) crept up behind one of the lunch ladies adorned with a hair net. He placed a hand over her mouth, startling her for just a moment, before speaking to her in a language spoken only by those in the upper parts of the pack hierarchy and the elders.

His voice was enchanting, low, and a little creepy.

The enchantment he put on the lunch lady went to work as she went over to the phone on the wall and began calling the local pizza place. After ordering 50 pizzas, giving the address of the school and the school's bank account number, she hung up and sat cross legged on the ground.

Sebastian and I grinned, slapped hands, and strolled into second hour five minutes late. After the "intimidating" retribution from our Calc teacher and a half hour of torture while waiting for the bell to ring, a scent approached the school.

I saw several wolves in the room stir

Fuck yeah!

You guys rock!

Hells to the yeah!

The chorus of excited and hungry wolf voices echoed in my head. Sebastian and I grinned at each other and sprinted out of the room just as the bell rang. After retrieving the pizzas we began running through the halls, chucking the pizza boxes into the waiting hands of other wolves who then chowed down.

Yes, this fucking ruled.

RYDER!

My mother's angry voice rang loud and clear in my head. The excited shouts of the freshmen wolf minds were clearly not blocking our parents from hearing what was happening. I nearly clamped my hands over my ears, but that wouldn't have done shit. Speaking off shit, I was in deep.