Who Spat In Your Pizza, Alpha Dude

What The Actual Fudge Cakes Is Going On

After that very boring but awesome homegroup, I went off to my first class. English, my favourite. I'm definitely not using sarcasm you know. Just not my style.

English, was boring as well. Mrs Fonte is an excellent teacher and she's fun with every subject, but I guess not this one. Or so was I told anyway. We were reading Romeo and Juliet because next week we have an assessment about it, in pairs. We have to create our own love story, as us being the main characters. I know right, who starts an assessment straight away. Ugh, and here I thought this school was going to be a great fresh start.

All through it, I was talking to Char because we have both read and seen the movie so many times. Well does Gnomeo and Juliet count? So here we were talking about mindless chatter. I know how I hate it, but I was bored, she was bored, so why not talk about boring. Makes sense right? Totally.

"Mrs Crimstone, I know your new to this school, but I'm sure that you should know not to talk when the teachers talking." Mrs Fonte says, shooting me a look from the front of the class.

"Sorry Miss, won't happen again," I replied trying not to laugh. I even had to do a fake cough to cover it, but I think some people heard. Sitting back in my seat, that's at the back of the classroom, I kept chatting to Char like I did not have a warning from the teacher.

Halfway through the class, she stops me, again. I told her it 'won't' happen, again. Wink, wink. But she just sent me off to the principal's office. Thank you miss, and here I thought you were alright. Taking a seat in front of the principles office that's not taken, lands me right between to boys. The one closest to me has shaggy brown hair and blue-grey eyes. Sunk kisses pool his skin making the tan vibrant amongst watching eyes.

The one on the other side, closest to the door, has strawberry red hair and gold eyes. Like pure gold. Freckles muster his face and arms, making his light tan face look more innocent. He looked like a master planner of pranks in disguise.

"So, what got you here girlie?" The brown haired guy asked, pulling off the Australian accent.

"Oh just the boring usual, talking in class when she told me a number of times not to. What about you?" I replied, trying not to say. 'Just being a chatterbox, brown-haired cute boy'. Yeah, I can just imagine that going well.

"I was bored in class, so was everyone else, so I let a handful of mice and spiders out of their containers. It got great enjoyment until I got blamed. Wow, you should have seen her face. The teacher of course. But it's not as bad as Leo. Oh, and the names James." He finishes by holding out his hand to shake, in a hello-let's-be-friends gesture.

"Sophia," I said, shaking his gruff hand.

"Ah, Sophia. Thought your name ended with something to do with an ia. Like this dumbass said, the names Leo." He said with an Irish fluent accent. Like I did with James, we shook hands. Resting back in the chair with his arms behind his head, he answered an unasked question.

"I was bored. Everyone was bored. The teacher was speaking nonsense. So why not brighten everyone's day. I just pulled a simple stink bomb, which made everyone jump up and leave. Oh, and there was green goo at the top of the door, so I guess they just had to pull the string so it came all over them. It's not my fault, they could have stepped around carefully." Leo replied, making us all laugh with tears coming out. So all through the rest of that period, we just chatted and laughed and told each other about all the wonderful pranks we did.

I found out we actually didn't need to go into the principles office, we just had stayed out the front for a time out. Like seriously, we aren't kids. Well okay, I think Leo is, but not the point. he did tell us to shut a couple of times because apparently its meant to be 'time out' with no talking aloud. But have I ever followed the rules? If you think I do, then you don't know me at all. With these to knuckleheads, I feel like I will be seeing them a lot, because they don't listen, either.

I laugh just thinking about it, making the other two stare at me like I had grown a tail. haha, I'm pretty sure, that last time I checked, I wasn't a werewolf.

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In no time, lunch came around. Walking into the cafeteria with Leo and James, I walk over to wherever my name was being called. Actually scrap that, more like yelled.

Glancing around, I realize my name is being screamed from the other side of the cafeteria. Oh, and you can guess by who. No other than my new best, idiotic, crazy friends. Char and Em.

Making my way to them, I get pulled down into a seat right next to them. I'm about to ask them how they did it until I realize. They're werewolves. Stupid werewolves strengths. Letting out a huff, I let them pull me into a seat.

"Did you hear, okay maybe you definitely didn't hear seeming your human, but maybe you could have. You know, whoever knows. Maybe you did, but it cou-" Em rumbles letting it all out.

"Shut up Emy girl," Char says, knowing that Emma hates it. With the hard glare and pouting, we get the reaction we were looking for. But as you probs know, or don't know. Emma can never keep a straight face. Literally. I have only known her a day and can tell that already.

"Like little Emy girl was just saying, our Alpha is back from his meeting in California about rogues and will be at school tomorrow." Char finished off. Wait, hold up, Alpha Liam of the Cypress Pack. Oh, Shaylor Has Iced Toothpaste.