Chapter 4
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On less lucky school days, I'm being harassed and accosted nearly every minute. I consider myself lucky if I'm only bothered during lunch.
So why was no one bothering me today?
I thought of Alpha Damian grabbing my hands. Could his scent somehow be on me? Being a half-breed, my sense of smell was fairly pathetic in comparison to full-blooded wolves, so scents were very difficult for me to figure out.
But still he barely touched me.
The looks students and staff were giving me throughout the day were strange. Instead of the usual hatred, or disgust, they seemed to look at me with shock, and a couple with awe.
After lunch, I made my way to the bathroom and examined myself in the mirror.
I looked the same as I always did. I kept my dark brown hair in a poorly cut pixie, my pale skin was dull as I couldn't afford proper face washes, and my brown eyes were tired, as shown by the heavy bags under them.
Same old me.
Maybe, since I was 18 people were confused on why I was still here? I really didn't have a reason to stay after all. And I was legally considered an adult.
But it seemed like common sense to me to finish the school year out. And I needed all the extra time I could get. I was a straight 'B' student, and at any moment risked potentially failing any of my classes. If I were to live among humans, I needed as much help as I could get.
So I tried to ignore the stares, and the whispers. But I also silently wished the stares and whispers would go back to the typical hatred and disgust. I was used to that. I knew how to handle those feelings from others. Anything remotely positive was an unusual emotion to show to me.
Before I came to live in the main compound, I was pushed between different foster families. It wasn't unheard of for a child to become an orphan. Jackson himself is actually the Alpha's nephew. But no one wanted me. My own family didn't want me. And as I grew up, I quickly learned that my classmates wanted nothing to do with me either. The best emotion I could hope for from them was apathy.
So the seemingly positive emotions made me want to run and hide. The small amount of time I spent in the bathroom was calming, until several students came and disturbed my peace, their stares piercing my soul until I left, my head hanging low. A part of me debated skipping the rest of the school day. I doubted anyone would notice. There was more than one occasion where the teachers would ask 'Who is Clara?' and look me in the face and say that they forgot I existed.
Then the memory of looking at the large 'F' on my latest science test made me flinch, and forced me to enter the dusty and foul smelling lab.
And sitting at my desk is Jackson.
Everything about him visually is perfect. His tan skin is without a single blemish, while his hair is shaved on the sides and on the top perfectly gelled and spiked. His clothes fit him perfectly, and looked as if they were dry-cleaned and ironed. Even his shoes lacked a single spec of dirt. I was certain one of the workers spent at least an hour every day scrubbing his shoes to perfection.
If only he wasn't an asshole.
"Ah, there's the mutt." He smirked. There was no good will in his face and he strutted over to me, getting really close and taking a sniff. "Hmm."
"Can I help you, Mr. Jackson?" I kept my eyes to the ground. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin what was becoming the best day I've had in years because Jackson decided he was bored.
"You smell like mint and eucalyptus." He said matter-of-factly.
I pursed my lips. I wanted to question him, but it was best not to do that. One of the first lessons I learned: don't question the Alpha's family. It rarely leads to good outcomes.
"And a hint of...strawberry." He scowled before grabbing the back of my head and smashing my face against the desk.
My nose immediately broke, blood spurting out coating the desk, the ground, and my clothes.
I heard gasps around me. I didn't realize my classmates were starting to make their way inside.
"Jackson!" Yelled the science teacher. I felt her hands lifting me off the ground and pushing paper towels against my face. "This is too far!"
I hear Jackson chuckle. I turned to him and saw his smile grow as he looked at my bloodied face. "It's beyond time the mutt learned a lesson."
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