The Bully Alpha's Defiant Slave

Sandi I was sitting in math class looking at the problem my teacher, Mr Lewis, had put on the board for us to solve. The seat beside me was empty. My best friend Lindsay was usually seated there. The now empty chair was teasing me. It had me wondering where Lindsay was, instead of focusing on the math problem on the board. "Is there a problem, Sandi?" Mr Lewis asked, dragging my gaze away from the empty chair, and back towards the front of the classroom. Looking at Mr Lewis, I replied, "No Sir." "Well, in that case, I strongly suggest you focus on the work I have given you," he said, pointing to the math problem on the board behind him. I returned my gaze to my notebook on the desk in front of me and continued working on solving the problem. A moment later, I was distracted once more when the seat beside me was suddenly pulled out, and Lindsay ungraciously plopped her chubby backside down in it. Once she was seated, she looked at me with a huge smile upon her chubby face. "Boy, do I have something to tell you," she whispered excitedly as she leaned in close to me. "Um, okay. I haven't seen you this excited since they put cheesecake on the cafeteria menu," I replied, wondering what had gotten her this excited. "Oh, yeah, well... this, this is so much better. It is like... huge. Ginormous even," she whispered excitedly. "Okay. So what is it?" I asked her. "Well, last night I ..." she began, but she was cut off by Mr Lewis shouting, "Girls! Silence! More work, less chatter. Geez anyone would think that a silent classroom was too much to ask for." I turned back to my notebook once more and began writing down the math problem. As I gazed at my notebook I couldn't help but wonder what it was that Lindsay was dying to tell me. Whatever it was, it had certainly gotten her excited. As soon as the bell rang, I gathered my books and pens before standing up. I waited for Lindsay to gather her belongings, then watched in fascination as she hoisted her incredibly chubby body up from her chair. Once she was on her feet, she waddled out of the classroom with me following silently behind her. We walked to our lockers and put our books away. When I went to walk towards the cafeteria, Lindsay grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. "No. No. Come with me," she said hurriedly as she dragged me outside. I followed along silently, allowing her to drag me behind her. We made our way outside, and she dragged me to the farthest table away from the school buildings. I watched as she took a seat and gestured for me to do the same. I took a seat directly across from her and noted the excitement that was written all over her face. "So... what's going on?" I asked her. "So last night I overheard my parents talking. They were speaking quite loudly, so I heard everything," she said, her face looking like a cat that had just eaten two fat canaries. "Okay. Well... uh, I don't get it. Parents talk all the time. So... help me to understand why this conversation your parents had has gotten you so excited?" I replied. "Because they were talking about werewolves," she whispered, grinning in a way that made her chubby cheeks look more like those of a chipmunk than a human. "Werewolves? Like the story book creatures?" I asked her, confusion evident in my voice. "They aren't just stories. They are real. That's what my parents were talking about," she explained, her excitement growing rapidly as I watched her. "I don't get it," I told her, shaking my head in confusion. Werewolves weren't real. They were just made-up creatures in stories and legends. "My dad said that the werewolves get to select girls from towns each year. They only choose girls from the graduating class. That way, the families of the chosen girls could just let people think the girls had gone away to attend college and then go onto new and exciting careers. That way, no one has to explain why the girls never come back," Lindsay explained. "I'm sorry, Lindsay, but, I don't think werewolves are real. I mean, if werewolves were real... if they really existed, then they would be savage predators. I mean... think about it. They would hunt and kill and... eat in the most cannibalistic ways imaginable. Lindsay, they would be monsters in every sense of the word," I told her. "No, Sandi. You don't get it. If werewolves are real, then this is huge. It's a good thing," she replied excitedly. "Could you imagine being around them? It would be so awesome." "Awesome? They are killers? Haven't you ever read werewolf books? Or watched werewolf horror movies?" I asked her. "Horror movies are just stories," she replied, waving her hand dismissively, as I looked at her in silence. "Well, regardless of what you think, I think being a werewolf would be awesome," Lindsay gushed, smiling at the thought. "Awesome?" I asked her, surprised she would actually think that. "Yes, awesome. Why? Don't you think it would be awesome?" she asked, watching me keenly from across the table. "Honestly? I think if werewolves existed, then being one would be a curse. For starters, for a werewolf to shift into their wolf form, their bones would have to completely shatter and totally realign, which would be painful as hell, I would imagine. And when they shift into their werewolf form, their wolf would take over completely. So, completely shifted, they would be animals in every sense of the word," I told her, wanting her to see how crazy her thinking werewolves really existed, truly was. "They are real, Sandi. My parents said so," she stated, her eyes holding mine. "Lindsay..." I began, shaking my head in confusion as I tried to process everything she had just told me. But Lindsay cut me off, "Sandi, I need you to understand something. This isn't just some conversation I overheard my parents having. I mean, you know me. Do you honestly think that I could have overheard a conversation like that and not say anything?" she asked. She had a point. Lindsay was many things but subtle wasn't one of them. I could just imagine her barging in and inserting herself into her parent's conversation. "Lindsay, I just... I honestly don't know what to say. I mean..." I put my fingertips on my temples and began massaging my temples. All this talk of werewolves was beginning to give me a headache. "Sandi, I know this is a lot to take in. I get it. But if my word isn't good enough for you, maybe you should come and talk to my parents," Lindsay said, standing up from her seat. She looked at me and said, "Well, are you coming, or not?" Feeling like I had no other choice, I stood up and followed her towards the school parking lot where her car was parked.