Mr. Player is the Alpha

Her chestnut curls fell over her shoulder as she bent to pick down her fallen school items.

The laughter surrounded her body as she struggled to hold back her salty tears.

As she picked up her chemistry papers, a large growl emitted from behind the cirlce of teenagers laughing at the poor new girl. Suddenly, the laughter stopped.

The silence was nerve-wracking to the new girl who eyes had diverted to the place where the sound had come from.

Everyone's bodies began to slowly turn, their eyes fixated on the one person who could make such a menacing sound.

Her sea-colored eyes fixated onto a boy. His ash brown hair was pushed out of his face, the sides of his hair shaven.

She watched as his chiseled jaw clenched and unclenched, his fist balled up to the sides.

She observed the way his muscles flexed through his body as he pushed his way past the herd of people.

As he reached her, he looked down upon the girl who was strewn upon the floor. His blue eyes softened when he locked onto her porcelain face.

She kept her eyes attached to the floor, not wanting to look at the boy who was staring down at her.

She knew who he was.

He was Mr. Player of Rockmore Highschool. But he was also the Alpha.