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•I plan on bugging you for the foreseeable future.•
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The amount of hate I harbor for alarm clocks can't be measured, and don't even get me started on my hatred for alarm clocks that I didn't set.

My eyes flutter open as I groan, looking around at the blurry room waiting for my eyes to adjust. First I see flashing green numbers, then I see a grinning Mrs. Pots. She looks almost insane as both her and the screeching alarm clock come into focus.

"6:30? What the he-" She raises her eyebrows. "Ck." I finish my mouth snapping shut. "Heck. I was saying heck." I blabber, sitting up and brushing the hair away from my face.

"Mhmm, sure you were." Mrs. Pots cackles making it my turn to raise my eyebrow at her.

"Creepy much?" I tease lightly, yawning afterwards. She harrumphs, slapping my shoulder lightly.

"I am not creepy, I'm a lady." Her head lifts up, as she looks down at me snottily, causing me to roll my eyes at her ridiculousness. "Now get up. Come on, I have breakfast downstairs." She slowly gets up from her kneeling position, wincing slightly as her old bones don't exactly like going up and down. "Two towels are in the bathroom downstairs along with your hair and body wash." She finishes off as she opens the door.

"Are you saying I smell?" I call out rubbing the sleep from my eyes, a small smile on my lips. Silently I wonder how she got my shampoo and body wash, shaking my head slightly chuckling.

"I'm not saying you smell good." Is tossed over her shoulder. My mouth gapes open at her backhanded insult.

"Rude!" I shout, but still a smile is gracing my face listening to her laughter. This relationship with her was something I haven't felt in a long time, feeling like I'm belonging. I can say truthfully that I missed it.

I crawl out of bed stretching before shuffling over to my dresser closet to grab a simple outfit for my first day of school. Satisfied with my choices I hobble down the stairs, scowling as the cold floors reach my bare feet.

"Good morning." Mrs. Pots greets as if she hadn't just awoken me from my slumber not even five minutes ago.

"Mornin'." I grumble out, eyes zeroing in on the breakfast sandwiches she was making. I crawl onto the stool at the counter, folding my legs under me after I laid my clothes on the back of the couch. I sit criss cross apple sauce, pulling my hair up into a messy bun.

Mrs. Pots looks up from her cooking and grins as she takes in my pajamas. "Very..." She pauses thinking of a good descriptive word for my choice.

"Very cute. Don't you insult the great art that is Disney." I defend straightening my back, eyes meeting her's challengingly. I was wearing a cream colored crop top with a black silhouette of Sleeping Beauty and same cream colored shorts with 'Sleeping Beauty' printed on the back side.

She giggles, lifting her hands up in a surrender motion. "Okay okay, do you want bacon or sausage on your sandwich?" She asks while taking the English muffins out of the toaster and buttering them.

"Bacon please." I ask. In reply she hums her okay, and begins to place the bacon, eggs, and cheese on the toasted goodness. "Thank you."

"Welcome." She says smiling at me while making her own. I bite into mine and roll my eyes into the back of my head in satisfaction.

"This is really good, Mrs. Pots." I say grinning from ear to ear after swallowing my first bite. "Do you want me to make tea or coff-" she lifts her pointer finger before turning around bustling a bit and brings forth two mugs, then goes back to grab two kettles.

"Tea or coffee?" She asks grinning at me. I grin right back, my heart swelling in appreciation for this gorgeous angel before me.

"Tea please, with some sugar." She nods pouring the tea and scooping some fine granulated sugar in. I take the mug and gratefully take a sip, letting the hot drink warm me up.

After 20 minutes of us talking and eating Mrs. Pots finally sends me off to shower to get ready for school. I help place the dishes away before grabbing my clothes and heading to the bathroom. I quickly get ready running my hands through my wet hair, rubbing a towel softly over it to dry it.

I slip on my jeans that fall loosely on my hips, with rips on the knees and a thighs. After my black bra I pull on my black halter crop top that falls just before my belly button; exposing my belly button piercing and rose tattoo crawling up from my thigh, V line, then hip. I walk out of the bathroom pulling my long hair into a high pony tail, the hair still reaching just above my mid back. I turn my back to the mirror, twisting myself around to see my back. No, I'm not looking at my butt. My shoulder slump in relief as the crop top covers almost all of the claw scar on my back. Only the very ends peek out from under the shirt, and those are more faded than any other part of it.

Mrs. Pots takes a once over, lifting her eyebrow as I exit the bathroom. "Hoping to catch some Nightcresent boys?" I almost choke on air at her suggestion.

"Um, no. No I'm not." I roll my eyes laughing before walking back up stairs to grab my black high top converse. I lace them up, grab my black leather jacket, and double check my left wrist for Jude's bracelet he made for me. My heart tugs as I look at the blue and green strings weaving together haphazardly. I blink back the stinging tears, roll up my jacket sleeves to my elbows before grabbing my dark brown canvas bag.

Mrs. Pots waits at the bottom of the stairs holding the keys to her Bug, eyes twinkling. "You know how to drive shift?" She asks innocently.

"Yeah?" I nod slowly, lifting an eyebrow wondering if she would actually entrust me with her car.

"Do you know how to fix a car if say, there happened to be a minor crash or break?" She inquires, the keys shinning in the faint light from the sun seeping through the windows.

"Yep. I know cars pretty well." I let a small grin onto my face as she holds out her keys to me.

"Then she's all yours, for getting to school and back to school. Anything else ask." I almost squeal grabbing the keys and smiling giddily.

"Thank you! Nothing bad will happen I promise." And with that final promise, I jog outside and get into the car. I half expect as I pull out of the driveway to feel like something was watching me, fortunately nothing was.

Minutes tick by as I follow Mrs. Pots instructions from yesterday on how to get to school. As I see the school I suddenly get nervous. It approaches and I have the urge to turn right back around. Then, I think of Mrs. Pots. Gulping, I press on the gas grimacing at the thought of what the feisty old woman would do.

I turn in my blinker and gently glide into the parking lot. I see suspicious and curious eyes watch me pull into a spot. I close my eyes, gripping the wheel tightly. Finally, gritting my teeth I grab the key and turn it off, the loud engine rumbles stop. I snap my eyes open, placing a smirk on my lips as I grab my bag and slide out of the car. I slam the door shut, looking around, meeting the eyes of those who actually met my own.

"What? Got nothing better to do than stare?" I call out, lifting my eyebrow up in question. Immediately I see people all turn their heads away, looking anywhere but at me. I let out a chuckle before zeroing in on a group that sent me angry suspicious glares.

Nightcresent people? I think to myself, before rolling my eyes at their attempt to be scary. I spin on my heel, ponytail swing out and around to land over my shoulder as I match my way towards the front of the school. I feel eyes watch me, but I feel a familiar pair join the others. I freeze, snapping my head to the side where the angry group of people stand. A new guy joining them; his silver blue eyes locked on me.

He was gorgeous; breath hitching, knee wobbling, heart palpitation inducing, gorgeous. The muscles under the white t-shirt bulge and flex, almost have my jaw dropping. And not to mention he had a nice ass. His jaw line sharp, lips quirked up into a smirk, strong straight nose leading to black eyebrows over his silver eyes. A head of thick black hair graces his head, making my fingers twitch to run them through his hair.

I blink, shaking my head, jerking myself out of my reverie. He himself seems to shake, eyes still drinking me in. What was probably just the trick of the light has me seeing his eyes flash black. I swallow thickly before slowly, almost jerkily, walking into the school. Once I'm out of his view, my chest releases its tight hold on my breath, as I'm able to breathe normally. I quickly walk into the office and grab my schedule.

I look it over, foot tapping as I nod along checking off the list of the classes I had to do. What caught my eye was at the very bottom, the teacher.

1st Period - Mr. Z. Voghan - Literature and Composition - 100

2nd Period - Mrs. P. Jacobe - Calculus - 103

3rd Period - Mrs. N. Kellson - World Geo - 115

4th Period - Mr. J. Houghs - Study Hall - 123

Lunch - Cafeteria

5th Period - Mrs. S. Larson- Music - 137

6th Period - Mr. D. Nightcresent - Phys. Ed - Gym

A Nightcresent? Didn't think they were the teaching type from what I've heard, I think, head tilting. I shrug, adjusting the bag on my shoulder before I head off into the school in search of room 100.

Which turned out to be upstairs in case anyone was wondering.

Damian's POV

I wasn't the teacher type; leader yes, but teaching was just never my forte. Yet here I am, pulling up into the school parking lot, even though I graduated last year, to teach Physical Education.

Now, I'm only doing this for my pack members. The teenagers need more time to train, and with having school breathe down their back there wasn't a lot of that. So my father and I talked to the principal, a human aware of our existence, (she helps when our pack members have to leave suddenly), and asked if our members could take Phys Ed as a training course instead.

She agreed, as long as one of our own teach both humans and wolves. Begrudgingly after my father had a sit down with me, I took the job. Now as I hop out of the black Jeep I look around to see everyone staring at something, or someone to be specific.

Immediately I snap my head over as I join my pack. What I see there has my wolf surging to the forefront of my mind. Everything in me was urging me to run over and take our mate right then and there.

She was perfect in every way; her hair was pulled up in a loose but high ponytail, hair swinging with her movements. She stops suddenly as if sensing my eyes, and turns to lock eyes with me. I suck in a heavy shocked breath; being closer I see her wide brown eyes widen further as she takes me in, the gold flecks I'm able to see reflect the sun.

I hear her heart stutter and thump wildly as she takes me in. I can't help but smirk, as her eyes reach my face. I however am guilty of doing the same thing she was. I drink in her appearance; tight clothes that hug her hourglass figure nicely, along with allow me to see her toned muscles flex and move under her smooth skin.

That's when I realize other males were looking at her exactly the same way I was. My jaw locks as I feel my eyes change and shift into a black color. I hear her gasp and shake her head before stumbling up the steps inside.

I'm trembling with the urge to rip apart the eyes that were on her, when Connor jogs up to me, his eyes narrowed on the doors where she disappeared behind.

"Damian. She's definitely not human, and whatever she is, she's able to hide her scent way too well for my liking." He almost growls. Hearing his threatening tone my hand snaps to his neck, squeezing, my black eyes narrowed on a now frightened Connor.

"You may have forgotten, but I have not," I lean in and whisper so that only he could hear. Which, is difficult considering I'm surrounded by a bunch of werewolves watching intently to see if the future Alpha who kill their future Beta. "That is my mate you were talking about." His face pales, as he struggles to swallow.

"Yes Alpha." He says in a quiet respectful tone, snapping me out of my intense phase. I growl looking around at the gazing humans. "Go on!" I snap, shoulders tensing.

"You're positive she's your mate?" Connor asks as we begin our walk into the school. I nod stiffly at his question.

"I wasn't until just now." My voice was tight as I scan the crowd looking for her. I take a deep breath, relaxing slightly as I smell her faint vanilla and cinnamon scent left behind her wake. "I want the first person in her class to report back to me if they can figure out what she is." Connor nods going to head towards his class but I snap him back with a piercing whistle. "But no one touches her. No one." His eyes widen but he bows his head, nodding slightly before bounding off. I see my pack members sprinkled throughout the school stop with a dazed look on their face as they listen to Connor's command.

I sigh running my hand through my hair before plastering a smirk on my face and heading towards the gym. It was time to teach these dumbasses.

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•Thank you for reminding me what butterflies feel like.•
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