After the dance incident, I rushed out of the class. I know he's supposed to be my mate, but really? If it's so wrong, then why would he do this? You know, this is why I've started having my doubts about you, man. You make absolutely no f#$!*g sense. 

I wonder if he's gay? I mean, he looks girly. He had short fluffy hair, and really pretty miss-match eyes, and perfect plump lips that I could- wait. I really need to stop. I'm just going to end up hurting myself. What if it was a mess-up? That happens. A lot, actually. My mom is and dad were mistaken, and they accidentally mated. Now, they hate each other, they're divorced, and my mom's getting remarried to this other false-mated dude. He has a bunch of kids.

I should just wait till I'm 18. I mean, sure, my wolf will suffer a ton, but at least it won't be fake. By then, he will be so sure of it, that he won't want to be with anyone else. Let me explain, when you're a teenager you and your Arall, it can be any animal, are so desperate for someone to love and love you back, your wolf finds a bunch of potential mates, most of them are fake but are similar to your real mate, and tries to convince you that they're your mate. After you go through the whole mating process, you can be happy until you turn eighteen. Some people get lucky, and found their real mate, but most the time, your Arall was wrong, and you get stuck with a stranger. After that, you can't un-mate, and you and your true mate can never mate. You can't find them either. They get left matless and heartbroken. This is truly the worst torture, because you never get to know the touch of your real mate. But, I think it's okay, because if you try the mating process with anyone that's not you mate, or isn't similar, hen it won't work, and you get off scot-free.

Good news, my headache is gone. Maybe it was because he touched me? He had a very healing touch. It was so soft and warm. I want to hold his hand. Oh gosh, he has me acting like a high school girl. I really hate him. But he's so hard to hate. He makes me feel so good and warm. It's like he put a curse on me, but that curse is secretly a gift, because it feels so good to think about him, but then it's really a curse, because I know it's wrong. The next two periods go by quickly. I found a couple friends, but no Omega. I am very thankful, because I might have gone crazy. Just watching him with no contact. And the fact that I want to touch him? Even worse. 

It's finally lunch time, and I am starving! I didn't even do anything, but I am so hungry. I walk in, finding the table my friends sit at. I go to put my stuff down, and just as I'm about to leave to get lunch, and Omega scurries over and puts down a tray. I feel very agitated, because I didn't ask. Sure, it would've been sweet if he had done it because he just wanted to, but he was scared of me. I knew it, and that made me... angry? I felt confused, sad, agitated, and upset. Not with him really, but me. I shouldn't let him do this for me. I know I shouldn't, because my moms an Omega, and I know that she can still beat me up. Maybe it's because she's a Latina, maybe it's because I wouldn't dare lay a finger on her. I don't know, and don't care.

Just as I sit down, a familiar scent hits me like a ton of bricks. I sat up like a fu****g pole. Haha, pretty sure I'm not a pole though ;). That was a terrible joke, I'm sorry. He's with the Demi dude, the Beta girl from dance class (wannabe), and his probably boyfriend. Great, he's not single. That's okay, I don't like him anyway! His eyes meet mine, and he smirks. Oh my god, his teeth are so white and perfect. I think I'm dying, please save me. Wait, this motherf****r is gonna come sit by me. I hate him. 

"What's wrong with you?" Jason is sitting across from me, and thankfully can't see the Omega gliding towards us. He's like floating, man. How does he do that? I hate him. The Omega, not Jase, he's cool. He waltzes over with his confused group in tow. They get over to our table, and the Betas face lights up. She probably recognizes me. Or not. I don't really care. The three that were following him sit down at the end of the table, but he keeps walking towards me. He still has that stupid grin on his face, and his cheeks are a light pink. They do that every time he smiles. It's really cute. I mean, if you're into that kind of look. It's whatever. He stops two feet in front of me, sitting down in the empty seat next to me backwards, and leans his arm against the table. He turns to me, his smirk still present, and showing his slightly shar, sort of intimidating, white teeth. 

"Hey, beautiful," He purrs. Like, this is not a figure of speech. He fu****g purrs it. How does he do that? I would think that his voice was too high pitched to do that, but it's so sexy. I think my heart just stopped. Wait, I just met him. No way I already like him this much. Maybe I might think about him two times a day, but this? It's just his voice, bro, settle It down, man. I'm not even gay! Right? I can't be.

"You alright, Alpha?" My heart goes even faster, if possible, and I look up. I must've been thinking for a while, because everyone's looking at me now.

"Didn't know my voice had such an effect on people!" His voice is back to normal, and he sounds childish. Like he found out where Amelia Earhart's body was. I can't help but smile. At least he isn't naturally like that. I think I would've had a heart attack.

"Yeah, just wondering if you're always this cute," I can't help but smirk back at him. It was too good of an opportunity. Who cares about insulting him? Watching him squirm and blush would be much better.

"Ohoho, someone likes me?" To my dismay, he smiles widely, still playing with me.

"Mmmm, maybe. What's your name, Retaco?

"What's a re-taco?" Oh my gosh, he just said taco. I'm sure that my laugh was loud and unsettling. I don't laugh often, but this dude just said Taco. He needs to work on pronunciation with Spanish. 

"Wouldn't you like to know, Retaco? He pouts at how I used his own words against him, and I feel so happy. "What's your name?" I ask again, brushing off my small victory.

"Mmmm....." He looks as if he's thinking about it! News flash, man, I don't need you to tell me. I can find out on my own. "Xallaren. You?" 

His name is so pretty. I love it. It makes a Z sound at the beginning, and It's beautiful. Not  lot of names start with a Z. Maybe Zuri and Zander, but not much else. 

"It's Abel." His face lights up.

"Belle?" I frown at the nickname/

"Really? Is that the best you got?" 

"Belle, like the princess? Oh my gosh, no wonder you're such a Kamāāahine!" I frown again at the weird word. What language is it?

"What does that mean?"

"Princess." One of the guys he had walked in with was now sitting across from us on this small table, and I think it was his boyfriend.

"Aww, you're no fun, Ako." Who's Ako? What language is that?

"What language is that? Who are you? What's Ako?" I, of course, point at the guy sitting across from us, and sort of regret it. The Om- I mean Xallaren- next to me growls deeply, and it's kind of really scary. 

"It's Hawaiian, I'm Ako, or Akoni," His name is nice. Nowhere close to Xal's. "I'm his brother." I feel a sense of relief at that. At least their not dating, right? I mean, it doesn't matter, because I don't like him. 

"What does your guys'  name mean?" I feel very curious. I've never met someone that's spoken Hawaiian. It's 10 people away from a dead language. 

"Mine's not Hawaiian, it's a different language, and it'll take too long to explain, but his means worthy of admiration or praise. It also means he's amazing, and obviously my brother," Xal sounded so proud of the guy sitting across from him.

 I wonder why he doesn't wanna tell me his name?

 Maybe it's super private?

 Who knows.

I love it though.

Xallaren. Abel's mate. 

Perfect.