CHAPTER 4: UGLY PYJAMAS

Freya’s POV

The school bell rings and the entirety of the class begin filing out just as Silas and his entourage leaves.

I pack my notes and leave the class, heading to my locker. I notice stares as I walk into the hall way. I feel their eyes raking over me, from my outfit to my looks. It’s like the whole school is trying to figure me out and I don’t like it one bit.

I just want to learn and fit in but the rumors going on about me clearly says otherwise. Like the entire school is waiting for me to do something - anything to entertain them.

I finally reach my locker, dropping my history text book. I hear a few mumbling behind me, followed by biting chuckles when I mistakenly dump a few things from my locker to the ground.

Frustrated now, I pick them up and slam my locker shut, stomping away. 

I need just a minute to myself without anyone watching me or talking about me. I walk into the female toilet and dash into a stall, slamming the doors shut.

I sigh in relief, experiencing perfect silence for the first time today. I can finally hear my own thoughts and my anxiety levels drop significantly. I can’t help but think of a way to get rid of all this attention. The rumors would last less than a week before everyone gets bored of it, meaning I had to lay low for a few more days.

The doors to the lavatory open suddenly and slam shut, pulling my thoughts away from myself for a moment. 

I hear rushed, haggard breathing, followed by a very frustrated grunt. Footsteps stomping about like someone’s pacing back and forth.

The door opens again and another set of footsteps walk in.

“Calm down, Elena.”

Hearingher name, my interest is pinches instantly. It seems she had been the one to barge in angrily and a new girl had followed. I recognize the voice instantly. It’s definitely Lila, my second roommate.

“Don’t tell me to ‘calm down.’ Who does she think she is?”She yells now, clearly pissed with someone.

It’s too late for me to leave the stall so I remain quietly, still as a statue.

“Did he really agree to it?”

“He did! I heard him talking about it with Adam and Lucas. Ugh, the nerve of that boy.”

Talking about what?

I’m fully interested in what they’re discussing now, leaning in to listen. I feel a little guilty for eavesdropping but the urge to know just overruns every reason within me.

“How dare she walk into my school and try to act like some boss bitch?”

“There’s nothing even special about her. I mean, did you see those ugly batman pyjama shorts she wore last night? Repulsive, I tell you. Don’t even get me started on that matted-brown bird’s nest she calls hair.”

“Oh my gosh, she made me brush it last night.” 

They are talking about me.

And just like that, time freezes and my breath gets stuck in my throat, almost choking me on the spot. My heart is pulsing way too fast. 

I can’t believe my ears, or what they’re saying. 

My mind suddenly begins recalling my dark blue batman pyjamas Lila had complimented as looking cool last night, or the moment Elena and I had shared when she offered to brush my hair saying it was the prettiest shade of brown she had seen.

It couldn’t be me, it just couldn’t. They had genuinely seemed like the best roommates of all time last night, helping me settle in. They wouldn’t talk about me like this. Maybe there is some other batman fanatic with matted brown hair that deserved their insults.

“And what she did yesterday, it was clearly for attention. I’m sure she had it all planned out. I can’t believe I thought for a second that she might not actually know who Silas was. Who the hell doesn’t know he’s the next Alpha king and my future mate?” Elena growls.

“She’s probably some dumb Alpha bitch, that’s why she’s been home schooled. Special education for the mentally impaired.” Lila adds, with a cutting snicker.

My heart shatters further.

“No, Freya doesn’t seem like the stupid type. She manipulated everyone else to get some attention for popularity. I hate her type so much; acting like some self-righteous saint when in reality they just want some male attention. Fucking pick-me girls.”

My eyes sting painfully and I can feel moisture gathering in them. Hurt like a dagger pierces through my chest, I’m unable to breathe.

I feel stupid.

My wolf feels the pain like liquid lava burning through my veins and tries to comfort me. I’m grateful but it doesn’t ease the contempt.

I want to barge through the doors and speak my mind. I want to call Elena a two-faced snake and Lila a salty bitch…but, I don’t. 

More drama with anyone related with Silas will only worsen my situation. I would be the center of all attention for months.

“So, what was the bet about this time?” Lila continues. Her obnoxious high pitched voice suddenly triggers my gag reflexes. I’m suddenly so appalled by her that it’s hard to hold back.

“It’s about—”

The lavatory doors open and a third person enters. The girls go silent for a moment. Clearly it’s a secret they don’t plan on revealing to anyone.

A moment passes and they both walk out.

I wait till there’s absolutely no one before I walk out.

I feel nothing but devastation and betrayal. The people I had once thought were friends are nothing but snakes. I seethe about it then look in the mirror to fix my fizzy brown hair. My plain face stares back at me and their previous words bite.

There really is nothing special about my curly brown shoulder length hair, or my dull honey-brown eyes that has no astonishing glow in them. My skin is pale with few freckles splattered against my cheeks. I’m almost too skinny with no bosom chest or ass to flaunt.

I turn away from my imagine, leaving the girl’s lavatory.

It’s not like I hate what I look like. I know I’m not extraordinary in the looks department like Elena or most of the girls here. One thing I do like about my self is I’m nothing like her, striving to bring everyone down to uplift herself, and I never would be.

I reach my lockerandpull it open to grab my text books for the next class. 

His sudden appearance has me startled as my soul almost jumps out of my body.

He towers over me and I’ve never felt so short in my entire life. The crippling pressure of his aura quickly engulfs me and I remember to bow my head this time, not wanting more drama as a few looks come our way.

My wolf purrs, feeling his eyes fully focused on us. 

hot gaze rakes over me, scanning my appearance - head to toe - making me feel exposed and naked.

I take a peek up at him - devilishly handsome as he is. He has not said anything. He looks unconcerned with my gesture and it annoys me a bit. Why put me in an awkward situation in the first place, only to ignore it when I finally give you what you want?

“What’s your name?” He asks suddenly, like it’s a command to answer. I want to glare at him and point out his rudeness but I bit on my lip before I make the same mistake again.

“Freya.” I answer but I don’t hide the displeased tone in my voice.

“Feisty, I like that.” He smirks and I struggle to hide the treacherous blush on my cheeks.

It’s the first time I see his smile and I’m almost left speechless by the curve of his lips, the shine in his usual cold eyes.

I clear my throat, forcing my eyes away before I do something embarrassing.

“What do you want?” My chill is gone. I just want to be done with this and go somewhere far from him.

“Here.”

He pulls out a small dandelion freshly plucked from the school’s garden, our somewhat first meeting place. 

I’m taken aback with panic, wondering if he recognizes me from that day, before the Alpha transformation had been complete. The still present smile on his face shows it’s probably not that, but something else.

I stare at it, then back at him.

Stunned.

“It’s a small gift, a token of apology for my previous behavior.”

I’m taken aback by this. I had heard how ruthless and heartless he was. Never a moment of weakness with even his peers, yet here he is with a tiny little flower, offering an apology. It’s unbelievable.

Awkwardly, I take the flower from him, still doubting if it was genuine or some stupid prank to get back at me.

“Thanks?”

“Great. Now that we’re reconciled, how about you come sit at my table for lunch later? You’re new and we might as well just start afresh.” He flashes an award-winning smile that was forged for conquering hearts.

His request screams fifty shades of trouble though. 

The longer I stay close to Silas, the more I would get noticed - the more Elena would talk shit about me, the more the chances of him realizing he’s seen me before increases.

I couldn’t.

I wouldn’t.

No way in hell am I falling for this trap or risk my actual identity being discovered by the ‘big bad’ Alpha prince. My sentence would be worse than death.

“Nope. No, thank you.”

I shove the flower back into his hands and he looks perplexed. He’s probably never been turned down before in his life.

“I accept your apology. Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.”

I walk past him quickly before he stops me and creates another scene, before anyone notices I had just turned down Silas Bloodmoon.