The rest of the weekend was extremely slow. I kept to myself. I stayed in my room and didn't make eye contact or fast movements around Greyson's pack members in case someone decided beat the pulp out of me, again. Hence my lack of humor there.

I spent a while thinking about the whole Greyson and I situation. He would have rejected me by now if he was going to. I couldn't help but feel like an idiot for not just rejecting him, though. It was the thought of doing it that made me not want to do it. Thinking about just breaking the bond made me feel sick to my stomach. I usually trust my gut rather than facts and reason, so I take it that if just the thought makes my insides churn then I shouldn't do it. Then again, I would do almost anything to forget we even had a bond.

I admit, I can be a bit insensitive sometimes. I guess it's just easier for me to pile on problems for myself than it is to work them out. Then again, he let me fight a beta while thinking I was weak. Would he have stepped in if things went bad? Would Tyler have let it get that bad? Now, a nice person would probably give him a chance, but do I really seem like a nice person?

I still hadn't spoken much to Greyson after Saturday morning. He was actually pretty busy all weekend. No wonder he's so darn grumpy. I'm just grumpy at heart. Well that's not exactly true, but it doesn't matter.

I didn't see Riley much either because apparently he doesn't even live in the pack house. His parents live in their own house a few minutes away. They just come and visit often. Yet, Riley still has his own room in the pack house? Spoiled.

It's safe to say that Monday has become a favorite day for me. I'm not stuck in my room all day. I actually get to go to school, where I happen to be now.

I stood in front of my open locker as I moved things around. I felt myself growing more frustrated as I couldn't find what I needed.

"Dang it," I muttered. I hate Mondays.

"Need this?" Someone asked from behind me. I jumped and turned around.

A boy that seemed a little older than me stood in front of me holding out the notebook I was searching for. I took the book and hugged it close to me watching him cautiously.

"Thanks. You just saved my butt," I said slowly as I was remembering how much I hate first period. He chuckled at me and crossed his arms. "Wait," I said realization hitting me, "how'd you get this?" He chuckled again and looked down at the floor.

"It was just laying there," he mused.

"Oh, well that makes sense," I lied honestly having no clue how I did not notice it had fallen on the floor.

"So what's your name?" He asked as he stared at me. He shoved his hands in his jean pockets and suddenly felt really conscious of myself.

He honestly was extremely attractive, but as much as it pained me Greyson still beat him. And trust me, that just kills me to admit.

He had chestnut colored hair and a few freckles sat on his perfectly chiseled cheek bones. His eyes were an amazing, bright green color and he had the dorkiest glasses on. Not to mention, that shirt he was wearing looked damn fine on him.

"Alex," I answered. He smiled brightly and held out his hand for me to shake. "Being formal are we?" I chuckled.

"Yes. It's only the proper way to greet such a fine lady," He blabbered like an idiot. I couldn't help but laugh as did he. It was obvious he was quite the funny guy and wasn't afraid to show people. He was extremely friendly to me, something that not many people were.

"Well, good sir, what is your name?" I said in a very posh and very fake accent.

"The name's Andrew," he said in his normal accent. I frowned causing him to laugh at me. How rude.

"So we aren't doing that accent thing?" I asked. His cheeks were red as he laughed at my question. This boy was like a giant teddy bear. "Not to be rude, but why are you here? Like standing here? Talking to me?" I could only imagine how pathetic I sounded. I was curious, okay? I've never seen this dude before in my life and now he's just here.

"Well, I think you're very intriguing. I like this," he said as he pointed to the scar on my right eye. I furrowed my brows and pointed to the scar with my own hand.

"You like this?" I asked. It's the ugliest thing on the planet. It makes me look like I just came from hell.

"Yes. It's very-uh-unique." I laughed as his face brightened when he finished the sentence. He was obviously unsure of how to answer the question.

"Unique? It's so overly used," I joked. He shrugged and pointed to himself.

"It's okay if I say it, though," he smiled triumphantly. I rolled my eyes and leaned against my locker.

"So are you new here?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Kinda. I started last Friday. You wouldn't believe it, but some psycho chick came running into my first period. Gotta admit though, she did a good job at pissing off the teacher." I laughed and thought of how much she already hates me. She needs to just retire already.

"Hmm. Bet I know her." I said smoothly. He chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah. You both have the same beautiful face that can bring a man to his knees." I rolled my eyes at him and he just looked at me like I was crazy. "What?"

"Were you really just attempting to hit on someone you just met? Thanks, but I already have a overprotective butthead around here somewhere to do that for me," I stated. Why couldn't I have Andrew as my mate. He was undoubtedly hot and seemed like a really awesome guy. But, no. The moon goddess had to bless me with Sir Bastardious.

"My mom told me never to lie. Especially to a girl who can hurt you," he chuckled. I laughed with him and smiled. "So this means we're friends now, right?" he asked as he wiggled his eyebrows. I nodded.

"I suppose," I replied as I continued laughing. "So, why'd you decide to join Cadman?" I asked feeling snoopy. He smiled and nodded his head back and forth as he thought for a moment.

"Let's just say I'm doing something I've always wanted to do."

"Being a member of the Cadman Pack is your life-long dream?" I questioned making him laugh loudly.

"No, no. It's a long story," he said diverting his gaze the clock on the wall down the hall from us. "Come on. Class time."

As the day went on, I had gotten to know Andrew better. We were in the same grade, but only had three out of eight classes together and lunch.

I had caught Greyson watching me every now and then. I'd act like I didn't notice, though. I'd focus on like the wall or something. Probably looked more like an idiot than anything, but it was better than confronting him.

I was way too excited when lunch came around.

I stepped out of fifth period and smiled as Andrew was already waiting for me. He was honestly very different from my other friends. I liked it, though.

"You didn't have to wait you know?" I told him. He took my books out of my hand as we walked down the hall.

"I know. Just thought I'd see if we were sitting together at lunch since you can't sit with your friends." I gaped at him. What?

"What are you talking about? Of course I can!" I yelled at him. He raised the one hand that wasn't carrying our books in surrender.

"Just saying what Alpha said. I thought you knew," he said back. I furrowed my brows and scrunched my nose, and he freaking laughed at me.

"What?" I shouted at him. He continued to laugh and point at my face.

"You look like a chipmunk who can't see," he laughed out. My face fell, and I gave him the are-you-kidding-me look that every knows.

If there's one thing I learned about Andrew is that he can make anything happy. He's the optimistic side I always needed. Well, I need now.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't help but laugh. You honestly aren't scary like everyone says. You're adorable," he teased and bopped my nose with his finger. I swatted away his hand as he chuckled.

"Wait, so people told you things about me?" I asked because I know he couldn't have heard that much about me in just a few hours.

"Listen, you're the talk of this school. Of course I've heard stuff about you," he admitted. I was surprise to be blunt, but then again I was slightly annoyed. Can no one mind their own business these days?

"I need to go put my stuff away. I'm not even up for speaking with Greyson today." I said angrily thinking back to the conversation from earlier. Andrew gave me a small smile. It looked so cute on him.

We were eventually at my locker, and he handed me my books. I unlocked it and shoved the books in. I slammed the blue locker shut and turned around to face Andrew.

"Shall we?" He asked and I nodded. We headed down to the cafeteria and as soon as I entered with Andrew it quieted slightly.

I kept my head down and watched Andrew's feet as I followed him. I feared that if I looked at anyone, I might rip their head off. I can officially say that it was the first time I wasn't able to look at the closest friends I've ever had. Not that I literally couldn't, I just didn't want to. If Andrew were telling me the truth, there would be no doubt that Greyson would start something, and I didn't want to even look at him.  To be honest, I kind of wanted to sit with Andrew, too.

I made my way behind Andrew to a small table. Sitting at the table were two others. Guys. I knew who they were from going to school here for the past year.

I sat down in the seat next to Andrew and the two boys watched me.

"You brought the rogue?" One of the boys named Brennan asked. He had short black hair with green eyes. He was usually quiet, so the rude comment surprised me a bit.

"Her name is Alex,." Andrew snapped causing Brennan to roll his eyes.

"We know what her name is, genius. We aren't idiots," the other boy, Xavier, said. He had brown hair that was lighter than Brennan's but darker than Andrew's. His eyes were an extremely dark brown that almost seemed black. Now his Smart Alec remark didn't surprise me. Xavier was just one of those guys.

"What's wrong with her?" Brennan asked. Andrew wrapped his arm around my side and pulled my to his side. I bit the corner of my bottom lip and stared at the table. I couldn't stop thinking about everything with Greyson, and how awful I felt for just pushing my friends to the side.

"Why don't you ask?" Andrew said in a 'duh' tone.

"Uh, what's wrong with you?" Brennan asked uneasily. I heard a slap and Brennan whined out an 'ow'.

"That's not how you ask a girl what's wrong, you idiot," Xavier hissed out. I continued staring at the table, but a small smile crept into my face. "Let me show you. Watch and learn." It was silent for a moment before he spoke again. "Alex, are you okay?" It wasn't even a concerned question. It sounded more cocky than anything which made me want to roll my eyes at him.

"Guys, you both suck," Andrew said bluntly. Xavier scoffed. "What?"

"I'd like to see you do better," Xavier huffed. I wanted to laugh, but couldn't seem to find the motivation.

"Let's just go get food," Andrew suggested. I looked up at him. I gave him a small smile and nodded. He smiled at me and stood up. He put his hands under my arms and lifted me off of the chair. I laughed, and I could hear someone scoff.

I turned my head to see Xavier with his arms crossed and his lips pursed.

"Okay. I see how it is. So, you know your women. Interesting," Xavier said making Andrew roll his eyes. I chuckled slightly and actually felt happy. I didn't know what it was about Andrew, but he just made me feel like a completely different person. Like myself.

Lunch drawled on. Brennan and Xavier actually seem to maybe like my presence. Kind of.

Brennan seemed pretty shy. Besides the first few words he said in the beginning, he only said a couple other sentences. He seems to be more of a listener.

Xavier is extremely cocky, like I said. Everything he said was a quick remark. He's your typical teenage boy. He always has to add his own two freaking sense.

Then, there's Andrew. He's a little bit of both. He listens, but speaks when he wants to. He's not very argumentative like Xavier and soft spoken like Brennan. He's just himself.

The rest of the day I talked to Andrew and occasionally Xavier or Brennan would talk to me. It was very odd. I wasn't used to having so much attention from anyone besides Karissa and Gabby.

The ride home was somewhat strange, as well. I was extremely jumpy and everything on the side of the road caught my eye. I tried many times to focus on only the road, but my mind would wander off.

I made it to Greyson's pack house and sat in the lot. I stared at the steering wheel for I don't know how long. I squeezed my eyes shut and laid my forehead on the wheel just thinking. Should I get out of the car? I can't run because Greyson will find me, so maybe staying in the car is my best option? I might have stayed if there wasn't a loud knock on the window.

I knew who it was before I seen his face.

"Get out of the car," he said angrily. Here we go again.

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So who is it?

I think we all know it's Greyson.

Sorry guys. NEXT CHAPTER IS FOING TO BE AMAZING BC YOU HET MORE ANSWERS but for now...

So who else is excited about the THREE new characters? I was gonna make only Andrew, but I though why not three? More guys for you gals to drool over.

And DID YOU SEE THE LAST TWO THE WALKING DEAD'S. OH MY GOD. #bobBQ

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