Beware Of The Dog

Chapter Two: Who...?

No.

Not like this.

Avon's eyes shot wide open, her body flinching with the intense shock she felt. Once. Twice. It was unmistakable. A loud, booming voice echoed through the room, startling everyone. "WHAT IS ALL OF THIS ABOUT?!" The teacher walked in, arm filled with papers and binders, and slammed it against his desk. Everyone began to make their way to their seats, awkwardly pushing past each other as Avon lay on the floor. Jennifer raised her hand, her eyes big and doe-like as she lowered her head. "Mr. Gavitt, Avon tripped me when I was walking to my desk..." She muttered, almost as if she was about to cry. Turning over and using her desk as a crutch to try to sit up, Avon's eyes met with the teacher's. A disappointed expression spread through his face as he sighed, laying his papers out. "Go to the nurse." He sighed. "Now let's start class."

Swallowing her emotions, Avon shakily stood up and collected her supplies. She felt the eyes of the ones around her, her hands trembling from both fear and pain. There was someone in this room who was her mate. The feeling was unmistakable. She slipped her bag over her shoulder, shuffling her way out of the classroom.

There was no joy. No sense of fulfillment. Only disgust, fear, and despair. Not a drop of love was in her body, sweating profusely as she began to breathe harder. Her mind was spiraling out of control, her feet moving faster and faster. She didn't want this... she didn't wish for this...!

Panic began to settle in as she threw open the nurse's office, to see a man in a soccer uniform sitting in front of the nurse's office, bandaging his ankle. Avon was panting, out of breath, and manic. The man, upon seeing her, frantically stood and hurried over to her, holding her by the shoulders. "Avon." He said, his voice deep and alluring. "Avon, hey. What's wrong?"

Looking up and making eye contact, she saw who the man was. It was Bryce, an alpha, and the pack leader's brother. He was extremely handsome, tanned, caramel skin with piercing emerald eyes. Dark, curly hair fell over his forehead, accentuating his freckles as he smiled gently at Avon. He was the only other one who treated Avon with care. She stared at him with an airheaded expression on her face, slowly realizing where she was and who she was looking at. "Are you okay?" He asked, concern evident in his voice. Her voice was quiet, yet soft. It echoed through the room like chimes in the distance, Avon nodding with a small, "Yes. I'm okay."

Bryce smiled, pulling her into a warm hug. "Was it my brother again? I swear, he's not as bad as he seems..." His words were not reassuring to Avon. "...but he could be a real ass sometimes." Letting her go, he led her to the seat that he was sitting in. The sunlight outlined his chiseled jaw and his muscular body as he knelt in front of her, looking up at her with a kind smile on his face. "What are you doing in here?" Avon asked, aloof. Her voice was almost like a whisper, as it took Bryce a minute to process what she said. "Ah! Yeah, I hurt my ankle during practice today." He looked at the bruises on her legs and stood up, helping himself to the bandages in a drawer. Avon watched as he knelt back in front of her, putting bandaids on her cuts and bruises. "I'm a real clutz. Tripped over the ball and all-" he continued to ramble on about how clumsy he was, yet Avon couldn't keep her eyes off his hair.

Her hand reached out, her fingers barely brushing against his hair before he looked up at her, confused. Avon snapped her hand back, quickly sputtering apologies. "I-I'm sorry... your hair... just looks so..." her voice cracked into an actual whisper, "...soft..." Bryce simply took a minute and laughed, putting his knees together and sat like he was a puppy. "You can touch all you want! I don't mind!" Shocked and almost disgusted, Avon furrowed her brows in confusion. "I can't. You... you're an alpha." It didn't seem to register in his mind, as he was known to be naive and simple-minded. "So? It doesn't matter." Rolling her eyes, she looked down at him and shook her head. "Not for omegas."

Bryce began to pout, resting his head on his hands. "Am I that disgusting? I mean, I did sweat and-" she quickly cut in, shaking her head once more. "No, it's just that I'll get in trouble." Bryce looked away, before looking back at her. "Then let's be in trouble together." He smiled.

He was always known to be charismatic. Avon enjoyed this about Bryce. She barely saw him because he is always busy with soccer, but everytime he saw her, he was always gentle and kind. Almost like a fresh breeze, especially since everyone else around her is so harsh. She reluctantly gave in, her hand running through his soft hair as he smiled at her.

"You found your MATE?!" Avon hit Mica with a spatula as he winced from the searing pain. "God! Sorry... I got excited...!" He muttered, rubbing his burn wound as she flipped another burger patty. Finding mates is extremely different for omegas, than it is for alphas and betas. For omegas, their mate is their entire world. They feel love at an indescribable rate than others do, and can die of heartbreak if rejected. It is their mission in life to find their mate, fall in love, and live a life together in harmony. Avon did not feel any of this. "Did your wolf say anything? Who was it?" Mica was eager to hear, leaning towards Avon as he seasoned burger patties.

A slam startled the two as they looked towards the door, Jessica standing in the doorway. "Hurry the fuck up! We're fucking starving!" She growled, glaring at both Avon and Mica. Mica clicked his tongue and turned back to his task, replying, "Sure, Jan. Coming right up." The sarcasm was evident in his voice. There was a moment of silence, before a slap echoed the room. Avon pushed Mica out of the way just before Jennifer slapped her hand across her face, leaning against the counter with a hand to her cheek. Jennifer became infuriated, kicking Avon in her torso before spitting at her. "Don't fucking get in my way!" She spat, before turning to Mica. "Don't fucking talk to her like that!" Mica growled, before being kicked across the kitchen. He coughed as he curled against the cabinets, Jennifer grabbing his hair as she glared into his eyes.

"Who the fuck are you telling me what to do, huh? Omega? You dirty fucking whores?" She spat on his face, before Tristan walks in. "What the fuck is-" he paused upon seeing the two omegas on the floor, his girlfriend standing up and flipping her hair. "They were being rude again!" She whined, pouting at Tristan. A smirk crossed his face as he walked over menacingly to Avon. "This fucking runt." He snarled. "Every fucking time."

Pulling his leg back, his foot struck her stomach as she was pushed back against the wall. Electricity burned through her body, Avon choking on her spit as she heaved.

No.

Not him.