Sang's Acceptance

Ridiculous, misogynistic, sexist, piece of shit

We make it to the gym about a minute before the bell rings, the few rogues here are sitting on the bleachers closest to the door that we came in. While the pack members are sitting along the same wall but, on the other side of the bleachers closest to what I can only assume is the doors to the locker rooms, which were directly across the gym from where we came in (does that make sense?). Wooow keeping your distance like we're all gonna lash out and slit your throats, totally unexpected. I never in a million years would have assumed they'd do that. I roll my eyes either mentally or physically I don't really know or care which.

There was a stage in the middle with a podium set up for I assume one of the Alphas to talk on, with that thought I notice that none of the Alphas are there yet which normally wouldn't be strange as it is a high school and they have an entire pack to run but considering they literally sent out a "we're the Alpha kings and we're all gonna be at the school so don't try shit" email out, I was a little surprised when not one of them were there waiting to growl at us.

 Wil and I go sit down with our friends who saved us a spot in the front just like they said they would.

"Where are the Alpha's?" Wil asks Drew clearly as confused as me.

"They haven't shown up yet," He responds shrugging as I sit between him and Drake, his twin. Drew decides to drape an arm around me causing me to snuggle into his side. It's normal for us to always be touching in some kind of way because we are all very close and if it matters most of our love languages are touch. Mine is a mix between that and quality time.

We sit there making light conversation for about ten minutes after the bell rings before I start to get really annoyed. 

"Are they ever going to show up, cause I didn't change our entire work schedules for this, what did I call it earlier? Oh yeah, stupid fucking bullshit!" I said kinda pissed.

All the boys just laughed at me, used to be being irritated.

Another 5 minutes later I finally heard the gym doors open again, I refused to look up because I have zero respect for those who send out a basically threatening email about being on time and not starting shit and then show up fifteen god damn minutes late.

That and they smell really good... too good, which has me worried for other reasons that are ridiculous and probably all in my head, hopefully all in my head. But I mostly continue to not make eye contact or look at any of them out of frustration cause they're late, I'm not scared. Okay I'm a little scared. But if someone asks I'm denying it.

I heard a few of them let out growls under their breath, but I couldn't tell if it was because of the reason that shall not be named or because they felt the need to intimidate us. Either way I just snuggled deeper into Drew and waited for them to speak, just now realizing how exhausted I am from worrying. I don't even think I slept last night I was so concerned.

 I just cuddled as deep as I possibly could into Drews side trying my best to ease my nerves, I immediately heard more growls which doesn't help my fear of the unspoken at all. This caused Drews arm to tighten around me protectively especially since he knows my feeling towards Alphas. I sit there blankly staring at the ground in front of me praying to whoever would listen that I'm wrong.

"Everybody feel free to continue your conversations until we are ready to speak," I hear one of the Alphas speak into a microphone. I still don't move a muscle as Drew starts rubbing my back reassuringly.

Nobody really said anything, we were all kinda just waiting for them to tell us they didn't want rogues here, didn't want us to start shit,  glare at us, give us our schedules and blah blah blah. Basically the usual attitude we get from packs.