Born to be Alpha

The Invisible Boy

My name is Alexander Greystone. I'm your typical seventeen year old loser at Neon High School. No matter how much I try, I can never get away from the taunts and abuse of the school bully Brandon and his friends. The weird thing though is that his friends aren’t as nasty when Brandon isn’t looking. I live with my foster parents, Sarah and Michael. I was very young when they had taken me in. For some reason, I can’t remember a single thing about my childhood prior to being with Sarah and Michael. I read somewhere that sometimes the brain chooses to forget traumatic experiences as a defense mechanism to protect itself from remembering the trauma. If that’s the case, then I don’t have to remember anything.

My parents are very loving. They never make me feel like an outsider or someone that didn’t belong. They treated me like their own son, however there are times when I can’t help but feel like they are intentionally hiding somethings from me. Like there had been more than one occasion where if they had been in a discussion with each other they would immediately stop and weirdly change the topic of conversation into something completely different. Or the times when they both spoke on very low tones when on the phone with certain people and would hang up the moment I walked in, but whatever, maybe that’s just how parents are.

I can’t wait to be done with school. I’m turning eighteen soon and with the kind of grades that I have, I’m almost guaranteed to be offered a scholarship so my parents won’t have anything to worry about.

If it wasn’t for Brandon, school wouldn’t be as bad. Yes, I don’t fit in with the popular crowd and most people treat me like I'm invisible or don't exist but that's way more better than what I have to endure at the hands of Brandon. This way at least I won’t be beaten on a daily basis or have to hide in the library during our lunch break because that was the only place in school that you would never find Brandon in.

My best friend is Ethan. He’s really kind and almost as smart as me. We both have plans to study at an ivy league university, that is if we can survive the beatings. Although Ethan and I are both beaten just as bad by Brandon, somehow, I’m not even sure how, I’m able to heal much faster.

Whenever I tried telling my parents about it, they just laughed it off saying it was probably my imagination that was playing tricks on me.

I don’t know why but today, I am absolutely dreading going to school. Our school is hosting a sports tournament. I know for sure that Brandon will be especially nasty today, wanting to show off to the visitors. "Yo,"Ethan said as he saw me walk into school. "Hey man," I said. Watching carefully to see if I Brandon was anywhere in the vicinity of us, so we could make a quick run for it if he saw us.

Pity I couldn't see behind me. "Well, well if it isn't doofus and buttface," Brandon said smirking. "s**t," Ethan said, knowing that we were in for for a spectacular beating because he wasn't alone. He came with his crew. As they were about to grab us, they heard the announcement welcoming the visiting school. "You're lucky losers, we have to go take a look at the girls and shoot our shot. Unlike you losers, they most definitely wouldn't mind getting with guys like us. You better stay out of my way though because I can't promise you that the generous mood that I am in will last forever,"Brandon said causing his friends to laugh at us.

"We better make ourselves scarce," Ethan said. "Aren't you tired of always being picked on and bullied by Brandon? We really need to fight back," I said frustrated. "Us? Fight back? I'm sorry to break this to you Alex, but have you seen Brandon? He is literally twice the size of us both and he is strong. Besides, he has the popular kids on his corner as well. I would rather be bullied by Brandon and his friends only and being left alone by the other popular kids as opposed to trying to fight him, failing to do so and then having the popular kids to deal with as well," Ethan said frustrated.

I knew that Ethan was right but I was just so tired of Brandon and his antics. "Lets go outside and watch the game. The students from the visiting school looked very different to the students from Neon High. They all looked very attractive and strong. Even the girls. They gave off a don't mess with me aura. Brandon locked in on the girl he found to be most attractive and decided to shoot his shot even though she was older and most likely a teacher or coach. "I think I finally understand what it means to be weak, standing next to you, makes me think that maybe you might just be my kryptonite. I'm Brandon," he said extending his hands out. She rolled her eyes at him. "I don't know if that cheesy, corny pick up lines tend to work here, but where we are from we find pick up lines like this tends to be rather lame and shows a lack of class," she said walking away.

I laughed, big mistake, Brandon saw and I knew he was going to make me pay for sure. He grabbed me by the collar so you think this is funny? I'll show you what's funny," he said dragging me off the field so that he could beat me in private. This way he could take out his frustrations on being rejected and me making fun of said rejection on me. Strangely though, this time I wasn't afraid. He could beat me as much as he wanted, I really didn't care. I think seeing him rejected was enough for me to bear with the beating he had in store for me.

He pinned me against the locker and started fisting me in my face. "What are you doing? Stop. Let him go," A strong commanding voice said. The voice held so much power that it caused Brandon to stop immediately. He turned to see it was the coach of the visiting team together with the girl that had rejected him, they had come to use the bathrooms. Brandon, feeling a little embarrassment, walked away and left me laying on the floor.

They came closer to me. "Hey are you okay?" They asked. I slowly picked myself off the floor and noticed them staring at me. "Yeah I'm fine. It's something that I have gotten used to, he's the school bully and my friend Ethan and I are almost always his target," I replied. "Have you always lived here?" The male asked looking a little strangely at me. Maybe it was because they had noticed that I didn't fight back and just accepted his horrible treatment of me. "Here, drink this, its a special vitamin drink with healing properties that will make you feel so much better by tomorrow morning," the female said as the male helped me to my feet before leaving.

"Could you smell his wolf?" Esmeralda, the female who has just encountered Alex asked. "Yeah, I did, but what the hell is a wolf doing in an all human school. I mean as much as our alpha allows us to interact with humans, he still ensures that our laws our protected and so is our identity, hence we don't spend too much time in the human world," Damon, the male said. "Maybe his family and him are rogues so they settled in human territory," Esmeralda suggested. "Nah,there's no way he's a rogue. I could sense the power radiating off him, but I don't think he is aware of it and neither is he aware that he is a wolf," Damon said. "s**t! That could be dangerous. He looks to be around seventeen that means that once he turns eighteen he will shift. Imagine shifting in the human world," Esmeralda said in a low tone. "Yeah, you're right. I think we should inform our alpha, who can then inform our king. Maybe this kid needs to be taken to the werewolf realm where it will be safer for him," Damon said.

Alex couldn't shake his mind off the incident that had occurred when Brandon attacked him. He wasn't surprised that they had assisted him because they were after all adults, but it was the way they looked at him and the bizarre questions that they had asked him that left him confused. At first he thought of mentioning it to his parents but then he figured that they would probably tell him that this was all in his head. They were just two adults helping a teenager who was being bullied.