Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I walk with the crowd over to the school doors. Today was such a long day, lot's of notes and two tests. Once the year starts to wind down, they, the teachers, cram everything at one time, and this week is it.
Sometimes I feel like there's only one set of doors, because everyone always goes the same way. Before I'm out the metal doors I hear someone calling my name behind me, turning around I see Mr. Jefferson holding a piece of paper in hand.
Based on his body language, I can see he has good news. "You were calling my name Mr. Jefferson?"
"Yes, uh I have some news. Can we- we talk on the side." He points towards the wall with all the school news on it. I worm my way through the many teenagers over to the wall. I lean against the poster that say's 'hiring for a new fry cook at burg-oh-wow.'"
"What did you need to tell me?" He hands me the piece of paper that was before clutched between his dainty hands. Looking down it reads, 'congratulations your women of the world essay has been picked to be voiced at the 2021 Women's conference. I tell myself to breath, usually when I get excited sometimes, I forget to breathe.
"So." He looks at my face trying to figure out my expression.
"This is- it's amazing! I mean like over 500 girls send in essays I never thought they'd pick me." A smile forms on my lips.
"Well, I told you that they would like your essay. Just have to have a little faith." He gives me a pat on the shoulder.
"I could tell you my faith was at 0%." I let out a wry chuckle.
"See me tomorrow for more details, I'll let you go you probably have more pressing things to deal with." He says goodbye to me as he walks off.
Before I get out the doors, I hear him call my name, "Quinneth?"
"Yes Mr. Jefferson?"
"Congratulations."
"Thank you." I give him a sweet smile and walk out the doors. The cool St. Helena wind blows through my curly tendrils. I hold my hand over my eyes shielding them from the burning sun. I really need to get some sunglasses, something I'll forget within the next few minutes.
Unlocking my car, I hop on in. In my bag I hear my phone buzzing around, who's calling me? This better not be my grandpa saying he's locked out the house or something, can't tell you how many times I had to leave school for that.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Lotus." I hear Alexander say in a groggy voice. He must have just woken up.
"Are you just now waking up?" He clears his voice, sounds like he's readjusting on my bed.
"Yeah, long night." He was at his house last night, but due to all the Sasha stuff going on he couldn't get a good night sleep. So, being the good girlfriend I am I let him stay over. Yes, I know that I'm disobeying my grandfather, but he always told me to help people out in need.
"Did you sleep well though?" I stick my key in the ignition.
"Like a baby. You know I may have to get some of these plush animals, it was like sleeping on a cloud." I let out a loud laugh.
"I'll do you one better; you can take one home."
"You're a godsend Quinn."
"I know, you don't have to say it. OH ALEXANDER!" I screamed his name into the phone.
Over the phone, he jolts up most likely scared by how loud my voice was.
"What is wrong with you! You scared the crap out of me." He groans.
"Sorry I don't know the volume of my voice. I have good news."
"What is it?" He asked intrigued and slightly irritated.
"My essay was selected for the 2021 Women's Conference!" I say enthused.
"I know that I'm supposed to sound excited for you, but I have no idea what that means or what It is."
"About a month ago I wrote an essay, hoping to get chosen and I did. It's a part of a club I'm in for future leaders." I said explaining it to him. Checking behind me, I make sure there isn't anyone there. Once it's clear I pull out the parking lot and head down the street.
"Well Quinn I'm proud of you. Looking at you being all smart and shit kind of makes me jealous."
"It's just something I do daily you know." I brag. "Did my grandfather see you in my room?" I asked. Usually, my grandpa is out all day, but sometimes just sometimes he comes home and takes a nap. Since Alexander was their today, I hoped he didn't come home and take a nap. He already doesn't like me alone with him and with him lying in my room, where my undergarments are, he'll freak out.
"No, not that I heard. If he did see me, we wouldn't be having this conversation." Makes sense, he would have called as soon as he found him.
As I turn the corner on Harbert Street m, Alexander sneezes over the phone. It was very strong and loud.
"Hey, are you sick? If you are get out of my bed right now, I can't risk getting sick." Panic slightly raises through my body. With everything happening I can't be sick.
"Quinneth I'm not-
"Wait, can werewolves even get sick? Like is that a benefit of being a werewolf, not being sick?"
"I can still get-
"But you have superspeed, so can't you just run in a circle and sweat it out?" I believe I saw Barry Allen do that on The Flash. I pull onto my street, driving slow just in case some kids are walking or biking down it.
"QUINNETH!" I jolt up under the wheel, his voice booms over the phone. His voice was so loud it felt like he was in the car with me.
"WHAT!"
"Can you let me finish my thought without you interrupting me?"
"Sorry, you had nothing interesting to say. Continue."
"Before I was rudely interrupted, no werewolves don't get sick and my nose was tickled by the wind that's why I sneezed."
"Well, whatever. Also, yelling gets no one anywhere."
"Worked for Hitler." I pull into my driveway. I grab my stuff and head towards the door.
"Ok, we don't mention Hitler's name. He's referred to as 'he-who-shall-not-be-named.' Like the antagonist guy from Harry Potter."
"You mean Voldemort?" I let out a loud gasp.
"Don't say his name! That's why it's called 'he-who-shall-not-be-named.'" I'm convinced he doesn't listen to anything.
Opening the door, I'm greeted by a shirtless Alexander. My face bumps directly into his chest, he smells of a strong man with a little pine.
"Did someone forget their shirt?" I asked shutting the door and slinging my keys in the key bowl.
"Don't act like you don't want to see me naked." He says seductively. I start taking off my jacket and bag.
"Oh please, don't flatter yourself." I pinch his bright pink nipple; he winces under my fingers. I start to see his blood boil, oh he's mad.
"You better run." I throw my bag on the floor and head towards the stairs, I haven't run this fast since track. Behind me his big feet stomp on the stairs, as soon as I reached the second floor so did he. Was he even going up one step at a time?
He grabs me by my waist and slings me on my bed. His strong hands hold my arms down.
"You think your funny huh?" He leans his plump lips down to the nape of my neck. His minty breath breathes firmly on it. "I'll give you something to be funny about."
"Sometimes yea- yeah. And what?" I say stuttering my words out.
"I'm here to tell you, you're not." He finally brings his lips to mine; they move in sync. Oh how I missed him, his touch and smell. I bring my fingers up to his and run them through his curly hair. One of his hands spread my legs open more, pressing his pelvis against mines.
My breath hitches in my throat as his hand slides on the inside of my thigh. "What are y-
He silences me with his finger, "Shhh." He keeps on kissing me, his hand runs down my nether regions, I squirm under his touch. He's never touched me there before; well, he's tried but I've always refrained from him.
His hand starts to move in a circular motion, I clench on his shoulders as a moan escapes my lips. "Alexander, I think we sho-
"What did I say Quinn?" His voice was rough and sexy.
"To be quiet." I say softly.
"And I mean it." He keeps moving his hand on it, I start to feel hot and steamy. No one has ever made me feel like this before, but I kind of like it.
"Ohhh." I moan. It starts to gradually get faster over time, my chest heaves up and down as my eyes roll back, something is building up in my core. Suddenly, I feel nothing against me. Opening my eyes, Alexander stands across the room with a smile on his face.
"What- what the hell what that? You can't just....stop." I say frustrated.
"Oh, but I can." He pulls me by my feet, now I'm eye to eye with him. "Don't fuck with me." He places a light kiss on my lips.
He's such a tease.
He will pay...soon.
Walking hand and hand, me and Alexander go up the steep hill to the pack house. Today, we've gone a different way, since they captured Sasha. This is the first time I've been here since she was caught, all I could remember is the way she looked at me. Those cold, beady eyes launching into my soul. Yes, I'm scared of her, but she may have information that I want, no, need.
"Are you alright?" His eyes scan over my brown ones.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Beneath the ok's and small smiles I'm hiding a secret, or rather a plan. Hopefully, Alexander run's off and has some business elsewhere. If this happens, I can sneak off and find Sasha, last night I was up all-night running questions in my head. She does make the hairs on my arm stand up, so I'll start off slow.
Holding the door open for me, I walk inside the pack house. The smell of muffins and fear float throughout the air, I must be the only one smelling the fear, since it's coming from me.
"Hey Alexander!" Standing against the cream painted walls a man, probably around 25 or so, wave us over. He looks at me with curiousness, then realization comes over him. "You must be Quinneth, nice to meet you, I'm Oscar. I've heard so much about you." He reaches out his hand for mine. Clutching it close between it I can feel his hand muscles squeezing on mine, what a firm grip he has.
"I'm Quinneth, and I've heard nothing about you." Sarcasm fills the room. Honestly, I have heard nothing about him.
"Of course you haven't." He flashes a straight-white smile in my direction, if I kept looking, he may put me in a trance. "He most likely didn't introduce me because I'm more interesting than him." He jokes, as he laughs his blonde bushy hair moves ever so gently.
"Don't listen to him, he wants to be like me ever since we were chaps." Chaps? What American is saying Chaps?
"Alexander can be somewhat of a loser." I add in. He looks at me in disbelief, the shock that his girlfriend would turn on him confuses him.
"I like her, fire this one has. Alex, I need to talk to you for a minute, do you mind parting with him?"
"Sure- I can wait over there." I walk away, leaving them to their conversation.
Slowly, I walk through the picture decorated halls. I find myself being compelled by all the people in the photos, who are these people? First, I see a woman sitting ethereal on a golden chair. Her long midnight hair lays firmly on the floor as the brown orbs stares straight into me. She's so beautiful, she sits upon that chair like a goddess. Almost like she owns the room, squinting my eyes to the bottom of the picture I see it was painted in the year of 1830. Wow, interesting I'll ask Alexander about this.
Behind me are a long line of photos, it stretches from the living room all the way to some offices. The first date starts at 1243, a slight gasp leaves my chapped lips. This must be all the Alpha's of the pack, running quickly through the hall I reach the last guy. Alexander's father stands firmly against a bluesish-black background. The picture was taken in the 80's, him and his father look so alike it's uncanny. Next to his picture I see a naked slot, this must be for Alexander, how beautiful he'll look in his photo. I wonder where the women's photos are?
"Like what you see?" I jump up like a scared cat at the voice behind me. Alexander stands with an amused expression on his face. Most likely excited that I'm think or wondering about him.
"Is this yours?" I find my hands still resting firmly on the naked frame. Strong arms snake around my waist, I rest my head against him feeling his heart beat at the base of my head.
"It is, once my father dies, or abdicates, I'll be Alpha and my studious picture will be planted on it." I can hear the proudness in his voice, he's so ready for this but am I though. Will people even listen to me, respect me?
"Are you- you know afraid of leading people." His heart starts to race a little bit against my head, he's nervous for what, I don't know.
"Sometimes. I lay at night looking up at the ceiling, wondering If I'll be as great as my father and ancestors who were Alpha's before me. Then I remember how good I am at leading, and how I love to lead and conquer. Yes, I'll be scary but as you do it, I'll be fine. I'm assuming this question was mostly directed towards you." He kisses the top of my head, tingles run throughout my body.
I turn around in his strong grip, my hands hold his head. "You'll be the best Alpha anyone has ever seen, and me at your side you'll be amazing." I plant my lips softly on his, he smiles against them.
"How did I get such a good mate?" Those majestic, god-like eyes bare into my soul.
"Thank the moon goddess." As me and Alexander have our moment, footsteps come around the corner. It's Aren and Christian, both their eyes bulge open, shocked at our intimacy. I push Alexander away from me, readjusting myself.
"Hey Christian...and Aren." I say detailed. The last time I got their names mixed up with each other, god that was so embarrassing, still, in this moment, I haven't forgiven him.
"Hey." They say in unison.
Christian continues the conversation, "Alex, we need you..some business needs to be attended to. You busy?" He looks between me and Alexander, unsure. Aren stands idle by, she plays with the strands of her black hair. When's she not looking so scary, her face is beautiful.
"Uh yeah sure I'll be there; are you ok with me leaving you. If you're not I'll totally stay with you." I rub his arm; he relaxes from my touch.
"Go, do what you have to do. I'll- find something to do." He quickly kisses my cheek and heads off with his friends. Aren pushes Alexander against the wall, and he puts her in the headlock. I love how carefree and loving he is with them, even if it is violent.
An hour goes past and I find myself bored of my mind. What is there to do around here, the tan walls are zoning in on me I have to get out of here. Walking down the hall I find myself in the town. It's as nice as it was last time I was here, but now there are fewer people walking around.
As I walk down the street, I see a few people staring at me, whispers fill the Golden Summit air. Is it because I'm a human? Or is there something in my hair, I fish my fingers through my hair, nothing.
To get away from the onlooker, I rush into the first place I see. The bell rings under me as I walk in, from the moment my first foot entered in the restaurant even more people look at me. I could walk out of here, as quickly as I came in, but where else could I go. Alexander is off with Aren and Christian god knows where.
Letting out a deep sigh I head towards the worn-out door, but before I leave, I hear someone calling my name. Turning around swiftly I see Skipper, Christian's sister, waving for me to come over. Should I go? She's already seen me can't run now.
Badgering my way through the thousands of eyes on me, I quickly sit down at her table.
"Ok then, make yourself comfortable hun." She pops a crispy fry in her mouth, her purple braces reflect off the metal tins. Skippers got long box braids, black eyes, full cheeks and flashy braces. She wears a grey hoodie with blue jeans and Air Force ones.
"Sorry, um I needed somewhere to go. Everyone keeps-"
"Staring at you." She finishes up my sentence, I nod at her. "You're like the new shiny toy, everyone wants to play and stare at you. We don't have lots of new people that come here." Seems like it.
"I can't believe Joey hasn't answered my texts. I ought to beat his a-". The girl stops quick in her sentence, her eyes fall on me confused as to why I'm here and who I am. Her hair is raven black with a streak of pink, dark brown eyes, mid height, she looks a lot like Aren. A baby pink sweater clings to her body, while a pink pastel skirt comes to her knees.
"Who's brown eyes." She blows a bubble with her gum.
"Aora this is Quinneth, Quinneth this is Aora Parbat." Aora keeps her eyes fixated on me as she slides in next to Skipper. "She's the Gamma's daughter." She's Aren's sister, I can see the similarity.
"You're THE Quinneth." What's that mean?
"I guess I am. Never been one to be a celebrity." I say sarcastically.
"You are, so get used to it. Nothing will ever be the same." She guzzles down some diet doctor peeper, draining it within 10 seconds.
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