1. Claude Phoebe(ManxMan)

•Chapter 1✓

I sat beside my best friend, completely ignoring the world and reading my comic. I was so close to figuring out who was behind the murder depicted in the book and I wanted zero distraction.

I flipped the page feeling my heart beat faster as I read through the dialogue, looking at each frame individually and critically when the bell rang. My eyes widened in despair because we had a test now and I was sure I had time.

"I swear we need to confiscate that."

"I dare you." I narrowed my gaze at Ace who laughed at my threat as I snapped the book closed and held it to my chest, stealing his left over fries and standing up.

"Look at you, bags under the eyes, bent over posture, barely finished your food."

I squinted looking over at the lunch table, my first two lunch boxes were finished the third unopened and I rolled my eyes and Ace collected them, the unopened at the top and put it into my lunch bag and handed me the bag.

"Consider me on a diet."

"Nah dude. I'll kill you if you even think about it." I laughed and we headed for our lockers where I regretfully bid temporary farewell to my comic in exchange for academics. Cruel world we live in. Plain cruel.

Ace spoke to one of our friends in the pack while we walked and I tried to remember what the test was about. Reaching the class we took our seats, Ace was in the front like the nerd he wanted to be and I was somewhere in the middle, biting my lip and fiddling with my pen.

You're gonna help me right? Ace turned in his chair from the front and glared. Instead of answering me he ran his thumb over his neck in a motion of killing me and I stuck my tongue out at him. The betrayal was phenomenal.

Eventually the worst was over and the changing of classes occured and eventually school was over. In passing I greeted the neighbouring packs future Alpha, we acknowledged one another through nodding and Ace sighed.

"You guys are so weird."

"I don't follow." He pouted while I emptied my locker of everything I would need going home.

"He's popular and owns it, you are popular and you hide from it."

"Popular?"

"I just recieved five different party invitations all directed to you." I closed my locker and scratched my head.

"That translates to popular?" Ace rolled his eyes and groaned,hocking his arm in mine and turning me, leading us out of the building.

"For the hundredth time, being liked and known by too many people even if you don't necessarily know them."

"I'm still not sure what your point is."

"Why won't you milk it!" He whined stomping his feet. "We are only in high school once."

"Are you expecting me to start wearing leather jackets and tight pants and shades in doors and walk around like I own the place?"

"Please? Please? I think it would be fun." I blinked at the little guy and shook my head sighing and leading us to his car.

"I'm not about to fall into the cliché, even for you."

"Ah! Why!?"

"Because, I walk around like I own everything without being uncomfortable." I flashed a charming smile

He grumbled and started fiddling with his radio while I drove. We always alternated between his and my car, and depending on whose car it was the other would drive. This morning I had been late and nearly missed school which is why his car was taken today and I was driving, there were times where he'd over sleep and thus he would need to drive, there was a chaotic tinge to our structure but it worked.