The Alpha’s choice

Nine lives

*Nadia's POV*

I'm walking back to class, with Sam in tow. I'm not sure which class he's headed to but as I open my mouth to ask, Stephanie and her posse whiz by me like they've just seen a ghost. "Where's the fire?" Sam yells out. He shakes his head chuckling, "cat got your tongue?" I laugh. "Good one," I say. "Ah, thanks," he murmurs. "Whatever that was I'm sure they're will be hell to pay! I gotta get going. See you Nadia!" Sam waves as he heads out and I head back to math. The bell rings and I'm so thankful. Cat had the biggest smile on her face. I wonder what I missed. We start walking to our next class. I love art!! I'm not that great at it but it sure soothes me. This is the only class I don't have with Cat. But I also don't have Stephanie or her bratty entourage in there either. Guess they're not creative in any department. "Ahem," Cat says trying to get my attention. "Want to tell me what that trip to the office was about?" I raise my eyebrow at her, "care to tell me what the b***h running by here like she was on fire was about?" I retort. "Nope!" She says popping her "p". "We'll, me either," I say crossing my arms. Cat just laughs before heading off to AP Chem. "We'll chat later amiga! Ciao!" I'll definitely be talking to her later. I absolutely have to know what happened!!

The rest of the day is pretty uneventful. I'm so tired today. For once I would just like to get some sleep. Or to remember my dreams. I remember a teacher from a couple of years ago saying that witches could help remember dreams with certain spells and potions. What I wouldn't give to know a witch right about now. The bell rings and I'm ecstatic. I meet Cat at our lockers. I look for Sam but he's no where in sight. That's weird, I think to myself. "Looking for someone," Cat inquires. "Well yeah. I'm looking for Sam. We're supposed to spar together after school, Then make plans for his birthday tomorrow. But I have no clue where he is." "His birthday is tomorrow?" Cat asks. Sam's birthday is exactly a week before hers. She'd know if she didn't spend so much time fighting with him. "Yeah," I reply. "He turns 18 tomorrow. Maybe he'll find his mate. I just hope it's not someone who hates me." "Or maybe you're his mate," Cat says, wiggling her eyebrows at me. I can't help but laugh as we walk to her car. Maybe.