A/N - Not My Art. 

Chapter Two. Alexander's POV.

As I walked through the large, metal doors of the school. I saw many people socializing with one another. Chatter filling the halls along with squeals from girls hugging each other. Everyone reminiscing about being back in school from summer break. While I stood alone.

I pulled out my phone and looked at my background which I made my school schedule. My first class of the day was English which was in room fifteen on the first floor. I visibly relaxed when I realized I wasn't far from the classroom.

I walked briskly to my first period. Pulling my hood over my head and keeping my eyes on the floor. It didn't take me long to get there, and I was also the first one in the room. I sighed and looked to all the rows of empty desks.

There were four rows of desks that had five pairs of desks in each rows. I examined the room quickly and thought about which seat would be best for me. I hoped the teacher wasn't one of those teachers that gave you randomly assigned seats. I don't do well in situations where I have to socialize with strangers. Or socialize in period.

I wanted to sit just enough towards the back, but not too far back where most morons would sit to chat with their friends. But also not close enough to the front where the teacher would call on me too much. More in the middle I guess.

I quickly made my decision and chose a pair of desks that were the third back in the row, and up against the walls. There were giant windows that I could look out of whenever I would want to check out of life, so the seat was perfect.

I sat in the desk closest to the windows and placed my bag on the floor next to me. I knew that my unapproachable aura would be enough for people to avoid sitting next to me. I pulled my hood down once I was settled in my seat and ran a nervous hand through my hair.

I stared down at my desk silently and motionless as I waited for more people to come to class. It was still early, so I wasn't surprised when it took five minutes for two guys to walk into the classroom. An Alpha and a Beta. Great.

They were chatting amongst themselves till they noticed me in the room. Silence soon enveloped the room.

I didn't look over at them, I just kept my head down. I didn't want to have any unnecessary contact with an Alpha. But of course, I heard the chair from my left being pulled out. I jumped when I felt a hand on my knee, slapping it off of me. I pulled my knees to my chest and turned my head to glare at the shocked Alpha.

"Woah, someone's a little pissy. I just wanted to say hello. Do you have no manners Beta?" The Alpha smirked, as his eyes scanned over my body. I didn't make a move to say anything, I just glared at him. Hoping that he would soon leave.

"Do you even speak? C'mon, I'll start. The names James Reynolds. I'm a senior and you look to be a freshmen. See? Not so hard. Now tell me, what's your name gorgeous?" He purred, leaning in closer to me.

I made brief eye contact with the Beta that was sitting a seat over, in the very last row. He had black hair that was brushed over to one side. He also seemed to be fairly pale. He was looking right at me as he smiled smugly and raised his hand to give me a little wave. I cringed and pushed myself against the wall as much as I could.

But the more than stubborn Alpha - that couldn't seem to take a hint - only moved forward, basically on top of me. I had to bite my lip to suppress a whimper - knowing that it isn't very Beta like to show so much weakness around an Alpha. And if I was going to play the part of being a Beta, I'm going to play it right.

I shivered when I felt his breath against my neck, as he sniffed over my Scent Gland. He moved a hand to my knee, even though I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. But he just continued to scent me. I felt him smile against my neck as he leaned up towards my ear.

"You smell delicious, Beta." He murmured to me quietly. That sentence seemed to finally send a spike of courage through my veins. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him off of me with all my strength. Putting some distance between the Alpha and me.

"Fuck off." I spat at the older Alpha confidently. I wrapped my arms around my legs protectively as I scowled at the older boy - who could honestly be confused for a man.

He was much taller than my brother who was in his twenties. And even had some facial hair growing on his chin and only an inch or two of hair. As well as dark skin. He also seemed to be very muscular.

Reynolds - I might as well use the damn Alpha's name - at first, recoiled at my words. And for a moment, I thought he was going to smack me due to the drastic change in his scent. A Beta had no right to speak to an Alpha that way, but I couldn't care less. Class hasn't even started yet and I had no tolerance for dealing with knotheads like this.

But then, he began to laugh. I flinched slightly as my eyes widened, I spared a glance back to the Beta in the room who also had a shocked look on his face. I was confused as to why he didn't feel the need to punish me for insulting an Alpha, such as himself.

"Beta has some bite to her. I like that. I don't meet a lot of Beta girls that have the guts to speak like that, to an Alpha like me. I mean, usually they're the ones that spread their legs just like some common whore, but damn. You've got some spunk. I like this one" He said, turning his head to the Beta in the room. I felt the need to smack him.

How dare an Alpha just talk about me as if I'm an object, when I'm sitting right in front of him? How dense could he be? How ignorant?

He turned back to look at me and just smiled. He opened his mouth as if he were going

to say something else, but was cut off when another student walked through the door.

"Barely even noon and you still have to harass every woman in sight. How pitiful can you be, James?" Asked the student.

He was a boy, tall and beefy just like Reynolds. He seemed to be a little shorter though but equally as fit. An Alpha too, judging by the strong scent that trailed behind him as he made his way to the pair of desks that were behind me. His scent seemed overpowering, as it made me feel dizzy just by being in the same room as him.

His skin was a few shades darker than Reynolds' and he had a more defined jawline that was covered in what was beginning to look like a beard as well. He had black curly hair that had such great volume, that it bounced with every step he took.

His eyes were a dark, chocolate brown, but seemed to be uncaring as he eyed Reynolds suspiciously - who had since pulled away from me completely. Yet, his eyes seemed to match the sarcasm that laced his words as he spoke.

"Ha, ha Jefferson. Just having a little fun with my new friend here." Reynolds said with a smile, his eyes roaming over my body quickly before he looked back over to the only other Alpha in the room - Jefferson. Jefferson just rolled his eyes at Reynolds and looked down at me, our eyes meeting for only a moment before he looked away.

"Yeah, well you're 'little friend' looks terrified. Leave her alone, James. She barely even looks older than twelve, you pervert." He said, a glint in his eye as he looked at Reynolds.

Reynolds growled - a low sound emitting from the back of his throat as he stood from the chair he was previously sitting in and moved to sit beside the Beta - who had just only watched the interaction between the two Alphas.

I looked back over to the Alpha - Jefferson. He was looking right back at me, we held eye contact for what seemed like forever but was only just seconds before I looked down at my hands nervously.

"Uh, th-thank you... for um. Stepping in when you did..." I whispered quietly. Glancing up at his reaction every few seconds. His lips curled up ever so slightly as he watched me.

"It's no problem. Sorry for my... friend's actions. He's just one of those typical creepy Alphas. But it really was nothing. Wasn't the first time I had to intervene to stop him from making an even bigger fool of himself." He grimaced. Probably thinking back to some older memories of Reynolds.

"Why are you friends with such an... asshole." I said, whispering the last part quietly as to not let the other Alpha overhear what I was saying. And, even though Jefferson seemed to be a more gentler Alpha, you never know. He could become defensive and stand up for his friend. Hurting me in the process. But I just hoped he wasn't anything like Reynolds.

Jefferson smirked slightly when hearing my comment. A breathy laugh escaping his lips.

"We're both on the football Varsity team. My parents have raised me to always befriend fellow Alphas, and even though I think that he's a jackass, it's expected of us to be friends." He said, his voice monotone and serious.

"Oh." I mumbled. Makes sense that he would have been taught that. His eyes seemed to soften as he let out a small sigh.

"My name's Thomas Jefferson. You are..?" He asked, raising one eyebrow slightly. I shrank in on myself do to the intensity of his stare. How blank and serious he looked was beginning to give me a weird feeling. But yet again, I've never really spoke with an Alpha before. So, were most of them like this?

"R-Rachel. Rachel F-Faucette-Hamilton." I blushed slightly in embarrassment. My damn stutter.

I never liked my name. Named after my now deceased mother wasn't really something that made me feel good about myself. Not only was the name unfitting for me, but my mother despised me. She couldn't care less if I was alive or dead.

So sharing a name with her wasn't very pleasant. Everytime I heard someone call me by 'Rachel,' it only brought back memories with her. Usually consisting of her being drunk and yelling at me if she wasn't hitting me.

The name was also overly feminine. I couldn't stand it. I had no middle name either, so I could go by something else that could make my dysphoria any less painful.

I also had both my mother's and "father's" last names. I usually just took after my mother's maiden name. But James went by the last name, Hamilton. So I thought it best, since I lived with him after all, to add it to my name.

Thomas nodded at me and watched me closely. His chin rested on his folded hands. His posture was stiff. He acted as if he were some business man. Even though he dressed as any normal teenager would. He had on a maroon t-shirt which was underneath a black sweatshirt which was unzipped. He was wearing a simple pair of jeans with a pair of white sneakers that just screamed 'expensive.'

I decided to just turn around now and face the front of the room. As I said previously, I'm not good with social interaction.

More students were beginning to fill the room now. Taking up more seats and sitting with the people they knew. And by the time the late bell rang, almost all seats were filled. Except for the ones beside me and the Alpha behind me.

I mean, Alphas normally did scare people off. But Reynolds was sitting next to that Beta from before. As was another Alpha who basically had one Beta on his lap. I guess Jefferson was just as antisocial as me.

When the teacher finally walked into the room, late might I add, everyone who was once talking silenced at the man's presence. He was a short male Beta who's scent radiated annoyance and frustration.

His hair was white and thinning. He seemed to be stressed, as anyone would be on the first day of school. Even though he was a teacher. He was grumbling under his breath as he began preparing for our first lesson of the year.

He turned to write his name on the whiteboard in big bold letters. Mr. Adams. When he turned back around to face us, he had a scowl on his face.

"Good morning class. Welcome to English one advanced. My name is Mr. Adams and I hope you like your seats. Because that is where you'll be sitting the entirety of the year." He said. A few students groaned and he smiled at that.

"I'm going to be starting with attendance now, so when I say your name, just say 'here,' please." He said and took a seat in the chair that was behind his desk.

As he began to call out student's names, I kept my head buried in my arms. The day barely started and I already knew I hated school. I don't mind the classes, no that's not the problem. I love learning. It's the students I don't like.

Reynolds has already soured my mood for the whole day. Great.

I just don't understand why he had to harass me out of everyone. My Omega scent is barely even existent with all the suppressants and scent blockers I use. But yet I was still singled out. Why can't I ever be left alone? Why do I have to

"Rachel Faucette?" Mr. Adams' voice cut through my inner monologue. I raised my hand slightly and picked my head up.

"Here." I said loud enough for him to hear me. He looked at me and nodded before calling out the next name on his list. I sighed and put my head back down. I basically checked out of the rest of that class.

He mostly just went on about what we would be doing the rest of the year, going over homework and projects as well as reading requirements. I love reading, I do. But I just couldn't make myself focus. I just wanted this day to be over so I could go home.

But, the thought of 'home' made my stomach flip. James might be my family by blood, but I'm pretty damn sure you don't beat your sibling half to death every fucking week. I don't see James as my family, or that house as my home.

Once the bell rang once again, signaling that it was second period, I was the first one out of my seat. I hurried out of the classroom and forged on to my second class, Geometry I. And as my day went on, I only felt the bitter feeling of numbness. 

- Author's Note - 

Hey y'all. I'm here and queer. I'm updating slowly but surely. So yup. I'm gonna do a Tagged Chapter soon. I owe some people shout outs and thanks. I'm so sorry that it's been so late, I'm gonna get on that I swear.

Thanks for everything and I hope you all have great days!