My Alpha, His Luna

One Look

I had woken up to the sound of my alarm clock screaming at me to wake up. I groaned aloud as my hand searched for the power button. I heard clattering and things hit the floor as I finally found the clock and turned it off. I sighed and clumsily got out of bed. I pushed my wild mane of hair out of my face and rubbed my eyes. I yawned and scratched my stomach as I walked to my bathroom. I turned on the light and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I almost screamed. I looked like a scarecrow. My kinky curly light brown hair was going every which way, I had crust in my eyes, and dried drool covered the corners of my mouth. I took a deep breath and started cleaning myself up for school. At the end of my usual routine, my tangled mess of hair was a bit more manageable now, reaching down to the middle of my back. After washing my face, no more dried drool on my mouth or crust in my eyes, I applied a little bit of clear mascara to keep my eyelashes out of my eyes. I smiled faintly as I noticed the color of my eyes. They were hazel just like my mother’s. I sighed as I remember the last night of her life. Her and dad had gotten into a car accident on their way back home. She and dad both hugged me and told me that they loved me before leaving me with my aunt, who was my best friend. I remembered the cops coming to the house, my aunt screaming in tears, the flashing of the cop car lights. I was only eight at the time and didn’t quite understand what was going on, just that something bad had happened. My aunt turned around and saw me peeking out from behind the front door. She gently squatted down in front of me and told me what happened. I dropped the stuffed animal I was holding and fell into pieces in her arms. “Mama! Daddy!”, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I wiped a single tear away as I proceeded to pull my hair up into a ponytail. I quickly put on some lip gloss and chose what I wanted to wear to school. I went with a simple pink tank top, black ripped jeans, and black high tops. I then ran downstairs to see my aunt cooking breakfast. “Good morning, Auntie!”, I exclaimed, kissing her cheek. She smiled brightly and placed a plate in front of me with a small cup of coffee. “Good morning, Nadoria. How’s my favorite niece?”, she asked. I smiled up at her as she cupped my cheek in her palm. “I’m your only niece, tia.”, I giggled. Most of my young life, my tia taught me spanish. My mother would always giggle at me when I pronounced something wrong and would gently correct me. My father always supported me learning spanish, the language of my mother’s side of the family, even though he was an african american man. Mom actually taught him how to speak spanish in which led to him having a hand in teaching me as well. “But you're still my favorite, mi corazon. Hurry up or you’ll be late for school.”, she said. I quickly wolfed down my eggs, bacon, and tostones. I kissed my aunty good-bye before running out the door to my volkswagen beetle. My commute to Landon Community College was surprisingly light with no sizable traffic. “That’s weird.”, I thought to myself as I pulled up into the parking lot. The campus was eerily quiet. It wasn’t as crowded with students as it usually is but I couldn’t explain it. Something was different in the atmosphere.

I cautiously entered the school with twenty minutes to spare. I had sat down on one of the sofas in the lobby, took out my laptop, and started looking at my objectives for the day when I heard a ruckus from down the hallway. The sea of students parted and two guys followed by a pose of other guys came walking down the hallway. The guy on the left was the jerk of the entire college, Tyler Scotts. He enjoyed making other people’s lives miserable, including mine. When we first met, I was still learning how to deal with my mess of hair. He dubbed me with the nickname “nappy nadoria”. He made me hate the way my hair was for a while until my aunt taught me how to manage it. He never stopped calling me that because that’s Tyler, but my hair is much more manageable than it was back then in high school. The guy to his right, I didn’t know nor had I ever seen before. I think I would’ve remembered seeing a man like that. He was so beautiful, he looked like a genetic experiment gone well. He had dark mocha complexion, fine hair that was cut into a pseudo mohawk with a design on one side, and bright violet eyes. I stared at him as he walked down the hallway, feeling a strange drawing to him that was simply magnetic. All of a sudden, as if he heard something strange, he looked over at me. It was instant eye contact. He slowed his walking pace as he continued to stare back at me. I tried my hardest to look away but his eyes and the intensity of his gaze captivated me. There was no escape from his tender yet dominating gaze. He passed me by, sending a shiver down my spine as the spell was finally broken. I gasped and tried to slow my breath. I stared down at my laptop. “What just happened?”, I asked myself.

I continued on with my day, going to my classes as scheduled, writing notes, listening to boring professors like I would any other day. I had gotten to my last class, sat down in my usual spot, and opened my laptop to start up my note taking program. It had just loaded when the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I froze in place. I knew this feeling. It was still relatively new to me but not something you can quickly forget. I placed my hand on the back of my neck and slowly looked behind me. There, at the top of the stairs of the lecture hall, was the beautiful stranger from earlier, staring down at me.