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ZACHARY FLYNN'S POINT OF VIEW I looked at my wrist as I was about an hour in my car, waiting for Xincere Calliope Monroe, the only reason why I never get on time for my first class. I did not remember giving her any gifts on her birthdays, except for numerous alarm clocks and dozens of marshmallows. But in her case, those alarm clocks could no longer handle her, those are no longer be able to wake her up every morning. But despite all her flaws, she was the only girl my age I was comfortable with. And unfortunately, the one who succeeded to make me fall for her quirks that made her so different. I mean, literally different from any other girls.

Whispering and schooling her the whole time. "She's such a freak. Do you want a napkin?" Felicia asks, crossing her arms. "I like her." I respond, flicking icing off my fingers. I can literally hear the disapproval smoldering off Felicia. There's no need to look. There's something about Tatum Davis, and I can't put my finger on what it is. Most girls are pathetic. Wearing stupid pink stuff, and always wanting to talk about themselves and shopping. But Tatum... she's different. I want to get to know her.

It took several minutes until the bulge in my jeans softened. “Ready?” I nodded. We got out into the chaos and pushed past people to go upstairs. The passages were narrow and on the walls were graffiti and stains some of which I would be better off not knowing their sources. As narrow as the passages and staircases were, people were pressed up against the walls making out and drinking. Every floor was cramped with folks getting in on without a care for the world. Eyes were drawn to Kayla and me. Try as she can, Kayla can never blend in, not with her exquisite perfect features. Her hips swayed seductively as she walked down the hall. She could walk into a room of Greek gods and goddesses and

The curtains were closed after that, and the comments that popped up were all exclaiming in delight. "No wonder Austin's such a popular villain! Did you see how handsome he was in the morning light? Oh my god, I can't breathe properly." "I think I know why that transmigrator left in the end. Do you know how torturous it must have been for her in the past five years? "She had such a handsome man by her side, and yet, she wasn't allowed to touch him. I'd have given up a long time ago if I were her!" "Does anyone have the emoji sticker with the crotch on fire? Send it to me, please. I need it right now."

I could hear the immediate whispers cutting through the morning air. ​"Wait, who is that with Mike and the boys?" ​"Did someone get in the front seat?" ​"Is that... wait, isn't that Allie Grace's jacket?" ​Because I had spent my entire high school career being completely invisible, the student body's brains literally couldn't process me standing next to the golden boy. By the time we walked toward the main entrance, the rumor had already mutated and spread down the hallway like wildfire: Mike Weller brought a girl to school, so he and Allie Grace must be back together and she was hiding in his car. There was a faint whisper about a girl staying at the Weller estate because her mom was out of

Rose Last weekend's party had good results for Allie, who charmed the sorority president she so idolized with her incredible charisma. Audrey Dixon was the evolution of her high school friends, she was perfect and idolized by everyone, and gave me the impression that she would do anything to keep up appearances. It was that realization that caused me to gently decline the offer to participate in the hellish fortnight of initiation into the sorority, much to the surprise of Allie, who was ecstatic at the opportunity.

At least my aim is still perfect, a small consolation for what's left of my dignity. "See? That's what it's about, Miranda," he says as he rubs his reddened forehead. "You're one of the brightest agents I know, but you can't control your impulses." He sighs and picks up my agenda from the floor, bringing it back to the table. "Better luck next time, little pretender" With that, Adam turns around and leaves. I hate to admit it, but even Adam is right. Maybe yoga isn't such a bad idea after all.

"You're the scholarship student, right? That's insane. Everyone's been talking about it. I didn't even know omegas could get full scholarships." Oh, great. Day one and I'm already gossip material. That'll make avoiding alphaholes so much easier—not. "I'm so happy for you," she continues, her energy practically eating me alive. "It's hard for omegas like us to get any recognition, you know? Nobody really cares about us until we're mated." "Guess so." She keeps talking while I unpack—about the cafeteria food, dorm drama, who's dating who. It's like being trapped in a teen drama I never auditioned for.

I know you're usually very thrifty when it comes to spending, so I felt terrible knowing that you actually spent half of your paycheck on it. Having heard that, my colleagues commended me for being so genuine and thoughtful, saying that my approach was a win-win situation and also spared Queenie embarrassment. I then continued, "Your reaction is a little strange, though, Queenie. Why do you look so upset when I only gave back the perfume you spent so much on? Don't tell me your sudden hair growth has something to do with that?"

“-- still likes younger ones, mostly 1st years. And you are one. Knows the ways on how to make someone fall for him, has manipulative tendencies and a master in flirting.” “Mhm, good thing I don’t do love.” Hestia said, munching the rest of her snack and disposing of the wrapper in the trash can. She opened the doors and Wallace followed, walking the somewhat noisy halls into the designated meeting place. Students lounging in the hallways shared their fair share of murmurs, after all, it was rare to see Student Council Vice President Hestia out and about, and at lunch time at that. Many still admired her beauty, girls tried to find some imperfections in here but all of it was soon replaced w