The Alpha's Mate Who Cried Wolf
Instead, I stop stretching, cross my arms, and glare at him.
‘Ok, fellas, let’s begin with a few laps around the oval, and you start now,’ Mr Tilley says and blows his whistle. I jog past Moss knocking into his shoulder, and he immediately gets that I don’t like him. Moss races to catch up to me. He jogs by my side with a smug grin that keeps growing. If that smug smile gets any bigger, he’d be the joker’s doppelgänger. Flint and I increase our speed to lose him, but he keeps up with us. He whacks his shoulder, nudging me with force. I do the same back. Then the next thing you know, we are both on the ground tackling each other. He punches me in the jaw. I hit him in the left eye, and he pun