Alpha Loren - Short Stories

5

Setting: Leo is 15 and in sophomore year of high school

"What are you up to?" I asked as I approached Max who was leant casually against the wall in the cafeteria completely alone.

"Checking out the new freshman. Some of them are insanely hot," he said watching as three scared-looking girls walked by. "Look at that one!"

"Stop it. You're making them uncomfortable," I said rolling my eyes.

"Whatever you say, Alpha."

"Don't fucking call me that. I have another year and a half of freedom before my 17th. Let me enjoy it without constant reminders will you?" 

He laughed at the joke that never seemed to get old in his mind before looking at something behind me.

As I turned around to see what it was, I felt someone roughly push my chest. Since the cafeteria was busy and I didn't hear him coming I stepped back a step or two but quickly regained myself.

"What the fuck?" I asked realising who it was.

Jackson Collinson. A junior.

"Did you fucking beat up the dealer?" he asked aggressively.

I shrugged, "Yeah. He was doing me over and probably you too."

"Well guess what? As a result of you, he won't come anywhere near the school so long as you're here."

"Why are you telling me this? Do I give a single shit?" I questioned causing Max to let out a scoff.

With that, he punched me straight across the jaw. I don't know how I let it happen, I guess I was only 15 but it didn't have much of an effect on me.

"You're going to fucking regret that," I growled as he stared at me instantly regretting his action.

I then launched at him, knocking him straight to the ground before straddling there and punching him back as he struggled.

"Leonardo Loren!" a teacher's voice shrieked. "Leonardo! Get off him!"

The only person nearby even partly capable of prizing me away was Max but he was just stood enjoying the show.

"Leonardo!" the teacher continued to shout and I felt her grab my arm.

When I felt that he had gotten what he deserved I allowed the crowd of teachers, that had all arrived at the scene, to pull me away. There was also half the school gathered in a circle around us watching in shock, amusement and horror.

Jackson was still on the floor, his lip and nose bleeding and he groaned with pain.

"You. Principle's office. Now," one teacher demanded. 

Ten minutes later, I was sat opposite Jackson in the hallway outside of the principle's office. I had a throbbing eye that was probably on its way to be black which was nothing compared to Jackon. He had a bleeding nose, cut lip and the school nurse had brought him ice packs for his eye, jaw, wrist and stomach.

"Leonardo. You first," the Principle said after peering her head out of her office. 

I reluctantly followed in and threw myself down on one of the seats with folded arms.

"Would you like to explain the events of ten minutes ago in the cafeteria?" she asked.

"Not particularly..." I mumbled under my breath.

"Leonardo, you know that this is the second incident of the year involving you. It's not even the end of September and three in a year could result in expulsion," she said sternly.