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. . . . It was already 7:30 when I finished my pancakes.
. . . . . I always brush my teeth, take my bathe and put on my clothes before going to you pack house.
. . . . . So Its kind of easy as I finished eating grabbed my bag and took off running to school.
. . . . . My parents had no car, they were omegas after all.
. . . . . My mom works as a waitress in the pack restaurant while my dad is a painter.
. . . . . They get me all I ask for, even what I don't ask for, they kind of like love pampering me.
. . . . . I told them a couple of times to let me look for a job so I could assist them.
. . . . . But they always go like "no, we want you to focus on your studies"
. . . . . I seriously think they are using the word "focus your studies" to cover up something else.
. . . . . It's not like parents would keep something from me but I love them either way.
. . . . . I got to school by 7:50 am, early enough, I've got ten minutes left before the bell rings.
. . . . . I went to my locker and brought out my history notes and text book.
. . . . . I was on my way to history class when I bumped into a rock hard chest that reeks strongly of diamond light pack. And his aura is really strong like that of an alpha.
. . . . . "sorry, I'm so sorry" I repeated profusely though I don't feel a little bit sorry, I just don't want to make enmity with an alpha.
. . . . . I was about to start packing my books when I noticed he was walking away without a care in the world. He didn't even give a reply to my apology.
. . . . . "jerk" I muttered angrily and he suddenly stopped.
. . . . . Oh s**t I almost forgot about werewolf sensitive hearing.
. . . . . He was about to turn but I quickly pack my books and ran for my dear poor life.
. . . . . I got to my seat and let out the breath I didn't know I was holding in the guy first place.
. . . . . About ten seconds I later, the history teacher, Mrs pots came in gave us an advice on how we should work hard since this is our last year in high school.
. . . . . She began the lesson and just blabbered about the word war.
. . . . . The lesson was so boring and I was on the verge of sleeping when the door opened and a Greek god entered, I mean he was the most handsome man I've ever seen.
. . . . . The girls including him gave out a dreamy sign and stared at him longingly while the guys stared with so much jealousy, even some of them glared at him.
. . . . . But he didn't even care, "hi, I'm the new student,".
. . . . . "oh" Mrs pots exclaimed "grab a seat or would you mind introducing yourself to the class". She asked.
. . . . . "I actually mind, I will rather go pick a seat now thanks".
. . . . . The girls went "whoo !" while the guys shouted "boo".
. . . . . I rolled my eyes "childish" I muttered but kept my mouth shut as he walked over to me, I inhaled his scent and found out he was the guy I bumped into the hall way.
. . . . . My heart started racing, is he here to take revenge on me for calling him a jerk.
. . . . . I closed my eyes tightly expecting him to at least grab me by my collar but he instead took a seat beside me.
. . . . . Minutes after he sat beside me, I wasn't my self, I was not okay, I was sweating profusely.
. . . . . I could neither concentrate nor fall asleep. I just decided to write a song.
. . . . . Yea you heard me right I love writing songs and I also love singing but I'm an omega I'm not sure people will like my songs.
. . . . . Miss carter" I heard my name being called and when I looked up it was Mrs pots and she was walking over to me at a really fast pace. Too fast for my liking.
. . . . . "yes Mrs pots" I answered warily. She stopped about five seats away from me.
. . . . . "what year was the second world War fought?"
. . . . . I feel a leg rubbing mine and I looked over to the handsome guy.
. . . . . A note was placed neatly on his lap, on the note was the answer to the question Mrs pots asked me.
. . . . . I looked into his eyes and he stared back as if telling me something but I was too lost in his eyes to think reasonably.
. . . . . He pinched my leg a little bit hard and I quickly shook my head and read out what he wrote.
. . . . . "first of September 1939".
I answered." correct ". Mrs pots confirmed.
. . . . . " The winter war? " Mrs pots asked.
. . . . . I felt a tap on my legs and I looked over your the handsome guy, he had written another answer on the note.
. . . . . " thirtieth November 1939" I read out.
. . . . . . Mrs pot was not ready to back down "Battle of the bulge?"
. . . . . "what the heck" I thought "battle of the bulge, is that even a thing".
. . . . . I looked at the note and prayed that Mr. handsome knew the answer and lo and behold there the answer stood on the note waiting for me to call it out.
. . . . ." Sixteen December 1944"
. . . . . " the starling grad war?"
. . . . . "twenty third of August 1942".
. . . . . " wow" Mrs pots exclaimed "you got it all right, you can have your seat now."
. . . . . " phew, that was intense" I muttered.
. . . . . The bell rang indicating it was time for lunch.
. . . . . The handsome guy was already out the door but I ran after him like my life depended on it.
. . . . . Hey I called after him as people gave me dirty looks.
. . . . . He continued walking as if he didn't hear me call me.
. . . . . "jerk" I mumbled, he looked back and I quickly covered my mouth with my hand.
. . . . . He glared at me "I'll appreciate it if you would stay on calling me that." he spat.
. . . . . . "okay, okay, I get it no need to go all gaga on me" I realized I just spoke to an alpha casually and he hasn't killed me yet. actually I've been speaking casually with him since I met him.
. . . . ."sorry" I said sheepishly
. . . . He opened a locker and kept his books there.
. . . . Then he rested his back to the locker and looked to me. Then I suddenly became nervous.
. . . . . "what do you want" he asked.
Tyler's p o v
. . . . "I just wanna say thanks, and you were kind of really cool back then answering all the questions as if you were a robot" she said
. . . . . I glared at her " robots?! , you think I look like a robot"
. . . . . "yes I mean no" then she stopped "I'm just trying to say thanks"
. . . . . "okay" I said and was about leaving when she held me back by grabbing my hand.
. . . . . "what is it again!"
. . . . " Can I get your name" she asked. I looked at her debating whether I should tell her or not "Tyler".
. . . . . "Tyler" she pronounced and I think my heart stopped for a second, I just want her to keep saying my name over and over again.
. . . . . "I quickly pushed away her hand and walked out on her.
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