I woke up as my alpha bully's girlfriend

Chapter 2

Mary

When I didn’t hear my alarm, I knew I had overslept. My body had a habit of betraying me on school mornings, especially Mondays. Because I loved to party all weekends.

But I remembered clearly that this morning shouldn't be a Monday. It should be a Thursday. Cheerleading practice had been yesterday, and it was memorable because, for the first time, I had fallen while doing a stunt. Good thing it happened within my circle of friends…and Emily, the weird geek.

I groaned, too lazy to get up. Maybe checking my phone would help. My hand slid across the bed toward my nightstand where I always kept it, but my fingers touched something… wrong.

I picked it up, still half-asleep, trying to remember what I had done the night before.

Was I at a party?

I dragged whatever it was closer to my face, and the moment my eyes focused, I screamed. The glasses dropped onto the bed, and I screamed again, scrambling out of bed…only to freeze.

This room.

It was small, ugly, and nothing like mine. Like something out of a bad dream.

I screamed again.

That only made things worse. Because a laugh echoed from the corridor.

Male and deep.

And it was definitely not Ethan. I knew Ethan’s voice. And he didn’t play pranks. My heart was pounding as I turned in circles, trying to make sense of where I was, when the door creaked open and I jumped.

A boy I had never seen walked in, smiling like we were familiar. I stepped back immediately, clutching the thin, cheap nightie around me.

“Hey! Stay away from me.”

He stopped, confused. “That fall must have been pretty bad. Or is it the alcohol?” He chuckled mischievously.

I could handle my liquor so I knew it couldn't be that.

“The fall?”

“Yeah,” he said, like it was obvious. “I told you cheerleading stunts were a bad idea.”

What was he talking about?

Cheerleading was my thing. I lived for it. I was the cheerleader of the cheer team in college.

“You hit your head pretty hard, Emily.”

Emily?

I knew that name. And it was synonymous of doom. But why was he calling me that? And why was I here in this room?

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped. “I’m not Emily.”

He gave me a strange look. “Uhm…you are. Hard luck, sis.”

My hands flew to my face. There was polish. My pink and perfectly manicured nails were gone, leaving just bare hand that looked like it belonged to my grandmother.

They looked… plain. And very wrong.

My fingers moved to my hair and curls twirled around them.

Disgusting curls.

No. Not curls.

I looked around the room, panic rising. There were no posters of Lady Siren on the wall, no luxurious items…no trace of my life. Like I had woken up in a completely opposite version of my life.

“I need a mirror.”

The boy shook his head. “You can’t be this dramatic over a fall, Emily. The school bus leaves in thirty minutes.”

I froze.

School bus?

“Where’s my car?”

He laughed like I had made a joke and walked out, closing the door behind him.

I didn’t waste another second. I ran to the bathroom, and the sight alone made my skin crawl. It was tiny with barely enough space to stand properly. I found the mirror and rushed toward it.

And then I saw it.

My heart stopped.

Emily Carter stared back at me, shocked.

I grabbed my face, pulling at my cheeks like I could rip her off me.

“No… no… no!”

Out of everyone in the world, I had to wake up in her body.

I knew letting her join the cheer team was a mistake. She must have done something. Some weird chemistry nonsense.

“She has to fix this,” I muttered angrily.

There was only one way to find her.

School.

Which meant I had to use her bathroom, wear her clothes, and take a school bus.

Humiliating didn’t even begin to cover it.

“Thirty minutes,” I reminded myself.

I turned on the shower and waited. But the red glow didn't appear.

Of course.

Why did I expect Emily Carter to have hot water?

Bathing felt like punishment. The cold water hit my skin like a slap, and I rushed through it as fast as I could.

Fine. I’d admit one thing though.

Her body wasn’t as bad as she made it look. It was borderline sexy. She just hid it under those horrible clothes.

And the curls?

They were unforgivably terrible. They felt like a family of snakes had moved from the bush and camped on her scalp.

Getting dressed was worse. I stood in front of her wardrobe, staring at the options like they were insults. Nothing looked wearable.

But when I heard her name being called downstairs, I grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt. I put them on and stared at myself.

Terrible.

“No.”

I shook my head.

Absolutely not.

I grabbed the shirt and knotted it into a crop top, exposing her stomach. The jeans sat better that way.

Better.

But still not enough.

My attention shifted to the curls. There was no way this was staying like this. But she has no straightener.

I grabbed a ribbon and tied it back. If I couldn't get rid of the curls, I could control them.

I was about leaving when I realized something terrible. My eyes would not be able to carry me without her glasses. I spotted it on the bed, big, ugly, and unnecessary out of fashion.

Who wore round lenses that looked like they wanted to swallow your entire eye?

But putting it on made me see better and then I spotted something surprising.

Makeup.

Liner, gloss, and mascara.

So she had been hiding this?

Interesting.

Maybe someone got it for her as a birthday gift. Or she once dared to look like a normal college girl. They hadn't even been used at all.

I worked quickly, fixing what I could, sharpening the face in the mirror until it looked presentable.

By the time I was done, I was sure.even Emily wouldn’t recognize herself. I had given her a rare opportunity to look like a normal person.

And asides the glasses, which I couldn't get rid of, she looked mid…because she could never be associated with workds like pretty.

Then it hit me.

If I was here, then she was in my body. I didn’t think twice before I ran out of the room, cursing angrily.

***

The boy was downstairs, glued to a PS5. When he saw me, he paused mid-game, eyes dragging over me like I had just walked out of a different life.

“That fall was really all you needed, Emily. Who knew you could dress like this?”

I had to give him that.

He wasn’t wrong.

Emily dressed like a janitor with unresolved wardrobe issues. Like someone whose dressing goal was to not be seen. Or seen to be avoided.

My gaze shifted to the table.

Pancakes.

I almost laughed. There was no universe where I was eating that.

“Where’s… Mum?”

He tilted his head like I had just asked the most ridiculous question of the century.

“Did you forget she’s on night duty?”

Right.

I pressed my lips together and nodded like that made sense.

“Do you have a car? I’m not taking the school bus.”

“Yes… and no.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What does that even mean?”

“Yes, Emily, I have a car,” he answered. “And you’d better recover from whatever is wrong with your head before Mum gets back. And no, you’re not getting it.”

I wasn’t asking.

My eyes had already locked onto the keys sitting casually on the table. The moment his attention drifted back to his game, I moved. I grabbed the keys and walked smiling smugly.

The car sitting outside was a Corolla.

A f*****g old Corolla that looked like it wouldn't survive taking me to school.

I opened the door and almost regretted it instantly. The inside looked like a crime scene sponsored by junk food. Empty sachets, crushed cans, and crumbs were everywhere. If something crawled out of there and introduced itself, I wouldn’t even be surprised.

I pushed everything aside with visible disgust and slid into the seat.

“This is offensive,” I muttered. I started the engine, already planning my morning. I needed to get to school early, find Emily, and get her to fix this mess before the first lecture bell rang.