chapter 3: The guy from the playhouse?

Charlie

I had just arrived at class and got to the locker to get my books.

"Hey, Charlie"

I almost collapsed, my thoughts still spinning from last night.

"Greg." I breathed his name like it was a curse, then hissed, pushing my brown pair of glasses into place.

"You should know when to pull such stunts!" I stamped my foot obviously too loud on the floor, as eyes fell on my back.

"Sounding like she's chicken-hearted." Greg sneered jokingly, and I pinched him on the arm.

"What happened?" I asked, holding the locker open and ready to listen to his gossip. He always put me on the recent happenings in school.

"Didn't you notice eyes on you while coming?" He asked, hands on his waist. It was a silly, feminine posture that always got me laughing.

"There are always eyes on me in this school!" I replied with an eye roll and turned back to pick out a book for the lecture.

"Yeah… that's true, but today's should have been obvious unless you got your mind preoccupied." He asked, and I returned my focus to him.

"My mind is preoccupied, obviously." I almost latched.

"Because you lost? Hell no. No Alpha has won against him, plus you got tagged as his first rival to put him in a real competition." Greg praised. He always did.

"No…" I kept quiet, bit my lower lip slightly.

I can't tell you my mind is preoccupied because in the middle of what looked like forever my best sex and compensation for a bike loss, he asked me out like a cheap slut.

Cheap.

I held my face. Definitely, I was cheap. I was the one who paid for the room and took him there.

No, I wasn't cheap. It's the foolish heat.

Arghh…

I started debating in my head. Greg snapped his fingers at my face, and I jolted back from the shame of last night.

"It's nothing. Just school stuff and grades." I replied quickly, signaling the end of the discussion, as I took my book and left the locker.

"Say you noticed something…" Greg still pressed, walking beside me.

Something clicked while getting on the top floor.

"Oh… that crazy Alpha girl that's worse than a recessive Omega—"

I couldn't end that. I caught Greg's face, and he looked like a spoiled parfait. I held up the chuckle but not for long before it burst out.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Forgot you are recessive yet not foolish."

"Fine. You will pay for our lunch today?"

"Fine. She was saying something. She always has what to say about me, you know." I continued, adjusting my big glasses.

"Jayden is officially a transfer student here now. Everyone's saying you finally lost the biker title forever."

Woof.

That sounded like a thunder in a perfectly good weather. Hell. Last night came rushing into my head. My bruised elbow from the fall ached. So did my head.

Will my heart skip a beat again?

Will my dead wolf try to sniff again?

"You good?" Greg tapped, and I realized I had broken a sweat.

I just nodded. No words.

"Forget it. You came late today. Already missed your first class."

Oh, that.

How do I tell you that I had to stretch my hair back to its full length, scrub hickeys on my skin until it turned red, and my ass ached like hell? That Alpha made a hole only he could penetrate now.

God. I had to squeeze my thighs shut. Heat started pooling around, and I shook my head.

Not on heat. Won't be compelled by it.

I almost stepped into the cardiovascular lecture room when I got crashed into. My books fell to the floor, and I almost hit the floor if Greg hadn't come in handy. I thought until I looked at who held me.

I froze. A thousand and one thoughts flooded.

The guy from the playhouse? Impossible.

I looked again. The emerald green eyes. The masked biker.

Now I was tensed, shaky, and unable to move or utter a single word.

"Are you okay?" he asked. His tone was too innocent for the monster who got me wider than I ever was.

A commotion rose. Students had gathered. Camera lights flashed on us.

I pushed myself up. He rose with my books and stretched them to me with a too-cute smile on those hot pink lips of his.

"Thanks. Sorry about that!" I apologized. My heart beat loudly into my ears.

My wolf sniffed weak, but better than yesterday.

Him. That's all he said.

I hissed, rushing into the class.

You know ‘him’. You haven't dared tried to speak for once to me for nineteen whole years of staying inside of me. I scoffed, pushing my glasses over and again to position.

Drink.

My wolf whispered—too weak, but that was helpful. Jayden was insanely drunk to want to tell who he had last night.

I threw a cross. I just hoped he was that drunk. Otherwise, I would be leaving Fort College.

I and Greg had taken our regular spot in class.

"Master Jayden, please come sit here."

I didn't care to see where Professor Donavon pointed. I just didn't want another close encounter with that guy. I hissed, pinning my biro too hard on my notebook that it broke.

"Here?"

I heard his voice too close to me and the professor nodded. I turned to look.

"Master Greg, please take the desk behind Miss Charlie."

What?

I yelled in my head. Doesn't Professor Donavon know this fool fucked my hole wide last night and chased me out? Oops. He doesn't know. I defended.

Doesn't he even know we are bike rivals?

Yeah..I know my face crumbled there like sour tomatoes.

He stole my title last night and broke my hole.

"Miss Charlie, you will put him through. We had human physiology earlier."

I nodded obediently, wished I could refute it with rolled eyes.

"Fine. So the class begins. Today we will talk about blood circulation in the heart."

Professor Donavon made a heart sketch on the board, explaining the chambers, then how blood pumps. The whole time, my heart wouldn't stop pounding hard against my chest.

"Is that how much an Alpha affects you?"

My heart stopped pounding and skipped a beat like it would drop to my stomach any moment. He just held a stupid smile on his face.

"Guess my looks affect you? Your heart skipped a beat, like it did during the race." He winked, and I almost evaporated.

Stay focused.

I whispered to myself, writing down every tiny note, irrelevant and not. Then a piece of paper dropped on my book.

You got an Alpha pheromones last night?

I blinked. Does he know I am the guy?

You scented like ripe, dripping peach at the competition.

I froze at that line. Suddenly had a headache or was it a migraine?

I take pheromone blockers to avoid being scented as a rare Omega,one the school least considers  with such a distinct character in an Alpha or Beta school, where limited omegas are permitted to study and treated like a doormat. This detail could get me expelled.

"You're safe," he whispered one that never intended what he said with those hot eyes of his. He winked at me.

The class ended with a paired-up assignment. I and Jayden got paired to study the four chambers of the heart.

"He's such a simp. Noticed he kept giving you a fright," Greg said at the school cafeteria where we had settled for food.

I nodded.

"We could speak to the school authority and get it switched."Greg suggested.

"No!" I almost yelled.

My gaze met Jayden coming through the door with Agatha,the craziest alpha female I have known. Those eyes of his pried on me like: *You can do nothing.* And truthfully, I couldn't refute the school imposing him on me to guide on most of the courses. I groaned.

"Pains of being an A-list student."

Greg cackled a bit, squeezing my palm. I grabbed a bottle of water, downing it through my throat, and got up.

"You haven't eaten half the portion."

"Not hungry!" I responded, about to leave.

Jayden got up to join me.

"I'm headed for my physiotherapy classes. It isn't one of your majors!" I warned with a sneer and walked out on him.