Destined for power - Alpha and Luna

My name is Maisie Boston. I'm 17 years old. My parents died in a car crash 14 years ago. I live with Gran, my mum's mother. Her name is Rita. She is a small lady, kind but fierce! This is the 7th time we have moved house and our new town is called Witchigan.  I have never been able to nurture any strong relationships. I never stay anywhere long enough. I'm a discreet kind of person. I'm calm, I don't stand out, I don't like to put myself in the limelight but I have boundaries. I'm not a pushover.  I'm not really looking forward to my first day in this new school: senior year at Witchigan High... I guess I'll get by, as usual, find myself another discreet pal or two, and just get on with it! I am lying in bed, scrolling on social media to see how the students I was in school with last year are starting their first day in senior year. I feel a pang seeing pictures of groups of friends celebrating their last day of holidays. It could have been me. I could have got closer to them. But here I am, with my Gran Rita... "Maisie! Time to get up, dear. I have started breakfast. Hop in the shower then meet me in the kitchen." "OK, Gran. Coming", I say, lacking enthusiasm. I flick the covers off and sit up on my bed. Mustering up my courage and as many positive vibes as I can, I head to the shower, where I have a nice, warm wash. I lather and rinse my hair, then use my orange flower wash on my face and my honey body scrub all over my body. When I get out of the shower, I brush and dry my hair, then apply lotion all over my body. I wear some matching underwear which makes me feel confident even though nobody will see it! Then I pull on a pair of tight jeans and a white tank top. I hesitate whether I should wear my long, blonde hair down or up. I decide to leave it down, for now, knowing full well I will soon want to pull it away from my face. Downstairs, my Gran is bustling around our small, cozy kitchen. I'll give her that, Gran always chooses the best houses. As a general rule, they are small, warm, quaint, and in the middle of nature. This particular house was in a clearing, in the woods. A long straight road ran through these woods and off this road was the occasional house like ours. The kitchen smelled of hot buttered toast, scrambled eggs, coffee, and fruit salad. I felt a woosh of gratitude for my dear grandmother who took such great care of me. "Thank you so much, Gran", I said, slipping onto a chair and tucking in. I wasn't hungry before I got a whiff of this delicious stuff!  "Only the best for my senior", she said with a wink. "Ugh", apprehension sunk in. I was not looking forward to heading into another new school. I finished the delicious breakfast and went to brush my teeth and check I was looking as good as could be before preparing to leave. Gran was driving me in for my first day. I didn't quite feel up to facing a bus full of strangers this morning. My Gran kept me occupied with light banter and chit-chat until we stopped in front of Witchigan High School. Gosh, the place was daunting - I felt absolutely tiny. Nevermind, it was time to head in. "Remember, you need to go straight to Mrs. Wright's office." "Yes, Gran. Wish me luck!" I say as I close the car door and make my way towards the school entrance. It is a large school but people still turn and look at me as I head towards the main doors. I guess they realize I am a new pupil. It's a little unnerving... I get to the 3 large steps in front of the huge doors and step inside the entrance hall. Students gather in groups everywhere, some are wearing what I imagine to be the high school colors. I sneak a few peeks around while feeling grateful that signs clearly show the way to the reception and the headmistress' office.  Oh wow. s**t. As my eyes roam around the hall, they stop on this huge hunk of a guy. I can't look away, he is just mesmerizing. He must be about 6ft2. He is leaning against a locker, his tousled, jet-black hair hanging over the most incredible amber eyes. He has tanned skin and a very muscular build for a high school student. s**t! I'm gaping. He is smiling and fooling around with a group of friends when all of a sudden he stops and his eyes flick to me. Oh my god, my staring is so obvious, I must have caught his attention. But I can't look away... The guy he is with and one of the girls seem to sense a change in the air and they turn their eyes to me too. The three other girls (who look like airhead bimboes, to be honest) are oblivious and keep chatting excitedly. This is so embarrassing. I get a hold of my senses and resume my march to the headmistress' office with my cheeks burning. I stop at the reception desk "Hi, I'm Maisie Boston. This is my first day and I was told to check in with Mrs. Wright". The kindly reception lady, easily in her 60s requested I take a seat until the headmistress was ready to see me. I thought back to this hunk. It's not the first time I have seen a cute guy. In fact, I noticed a fair few on my way through the hall. Quite a lot, in fact. What is this? Modeling high? I am so not going to fit in here. I am plain as can be. Oh well. Yippee. But those lips... "Ms. Boston?", a voice snapped me out of my reverie. "Ah Ms. Boston, hello. And welcome to Witchigan High. I am Headmistress Wright and I'll be escorting you to your first class of the day. You'll see that our teachers are very friendly and helpful but should you have any problems they are not able to solve, my door is always open.", she smiled. "Now, let's make our way to your Maths class with Mr. Brennon". Ok, this is it. Here I go! I follow my new headmistress. She doesn't seem very old for a headmistress. I had imagined Mrs. Wright would also be in her 60s, dressed in a formal blazer and skirt, with old-fashioned heels... But in fact, she is youngish in linen slacks and a floral shirt and she has more modern heels than I had pictured. My mind is on this as she stops in front of a door and knocks. A young man with glasses and quite boyish looks opens the door. "Ahhh! You must be Maisie. Come on in, I'll introduce you". Here we go again. Mrs. Wright takes her leave with an encouraging smile and I step into the classroom and the limelight. "Right class, we have a new student joining our ranks today. This is Maisie Boston. I am counting on you all to give her a warm welcome. Maisie, I won't do the usual thing of putting you on the spot, in front of a bunch of strangers so take that free space at the back of the class and we'll get to know you as we go." What a f*****g relief. I hated having to speak about myself the minute I arrived in a new class. I followed Mr. Brennon's instructions and headed to the back of the class where there was a free seat.  No. Way. The free seat was next to the very person I could not peel my eyes off earlier on. On the desk in front of him, there were two of his friends from the hall. All three of them stared as if they were expecting something from me. A sign of some sort. OK, this is quite creepy... I take my place while the teacher is scribbling something on the blackboard and getting kind of excited about it. He seems nice. I put my bag on the table in front of me and turn towards my neighbor. "Hi. I am Maisie" He's looking at me, kind of puzzled. But he answers: "Jackson. These are my friends Alsion and Kyle". The guy in front turns and gives me a big smile "Welcome to hell, Maisie" and laughs while the girl punches him "Ignore him, it's totally OK here." Jackson. Jackson. Jackson. Hmmm I like his name. It suits him so well. Jackson smells reaaaaal nice. I am feeling great just sitting next to him. "So, where are you from?" Ouch, there I was, in dreamland again. "Well, I am not really from anywhere", I scowled. "I have lived in so many places since my parents died when I was tiny. It feels like I have no roots." Wow, major overshare. Why the hell didn't I say I came from just outside Portland, my most recent home?! I lower my eyes, feeling the heat crawl up my cheeks. "Sorry to hear that, it can't be easy moving around often." I smile at him and get caught up in those amber eyes. He seems to care. Why would he care? It must be a show. My eyes linger. Wow, better bring my focus to the teacher. Basically, he is just telling us how important Maths are and what to expect during the year. He then passes around a sheet of exercises to do.  "You will not get marks on these papers, they are simply meant for me to grasp where you guys are at with your Maths so NO STRESS". I find the exercises pretty straightforward and quickly finish the double-sided A4 sheet. Jackson looks at me appraisingly. As Mr. Brennon comes round the class to pick up our papers, he says to Jackson, Kyle, and Alison that he would like them to show me around today and make sure I don't get lost. Thankfully, they don't seem bothered by this request and I feel quite excited to get to spend time with Jackson today.