I'm late, I'm late, I'm late. This is the first time in seventeen years that I've ever been late. I don't know what went wrong; I've always had my alarm set exactly two hours and thirty minutes before school, but I've managed to slip up. I'm dreading this; even if my teacher lets me get away with everything, it's no excuse for such an unforgivable thing. My parents would give me that almost disgusted look that I hate. I groan in annoyance at the thought. I'm sweating maybe from the running or from the intense thoughts that's eating me alive, that's messing up my appearance, I'm burning, I'm glad summer's almost over, I feel pale, the intense summer schooling and studying have really taken a toll on me this year, at least it's not as bad as my freshman year, it was "Alpha training", I hardly slept those nights. 

In enormous huffs, I've finally arrived at school, running into Lidia, nearly tripping over her, "ACK!" I gasped, already on edge and irritated enough, "Ace...! I didn't see you there; you were so fast." Lidia whispered that her voice was as soft as the emotionless snow of winter. I murmured an apology, as I don't intend to have any small talk with her. I tried to walk past her, but she waved her hands, her red soft curls bouncing, and her piercing light blue eyes that could reflect the endless ocean, were gazing upon me, "M-My parents arranged a dinner meeting with your mother and father." Lidia's voice was shy and visibly nervous. I just nodded, "Yeah, I remember." I lied smoothly and walked past her. Lidia was special, just like me, if not rarer; she's an Omega. The moment our parents found out, they believed it was fate, I'm meant to be with her, I'm meant to love her and be her Alpha, her protector, her everything. I just don't...it doesn't matter in the end. Everything is already written for me.

As I reach classroom 203, I run my hand roughly through my hair anxiously. I've thought about cutting it, but my mother says it's good luck and will help through tests, whatever that means. Sighing heavily, I walk into the classroom expecting my usual praise to at least ease his mind, which was the only somewhat beneficial aspect of being an alpha, or maybe it was a curse in disguise. I shook my head to erase the never-ending thought. To my surprise, not one person ran up to me, craving even a glance from the most adored student in the class. This damn day was pissing me off, and it was barely the morning. I enhaled to restrain my frustration. I stepped in more prominently to make myself known, my footsteps firm and proud, a complete contrast to my confused and self-conscious mind weighing at my soul. When nothing happened, I looked around to see what was so important that it had to ruin my already souring mood, especially the lingering thought of that stupid dinner I never had a say in.

I looked around the bland classroom angrily. The colors looked grey to me, the inspiring quotes around the classroom looked weak and pathetic: "You Never Know Unless You Try!" "DO YOUR BEST!" "Never Give Up!" These words could never motivate me like my parents: "Is that all you can do, did the papers get your secondary gender wrong?" "How can you even call yourself an Alpha? Get that paper out of my face!" "Don't lift your head until you finish every single page." I like to call it harsh criticism or unique motivation. As I blink out of my meaningless thoughts, my darkened eyes land on my own seat, and the whole damn class is just huddled around it like mindless sheep, I walk over with barely contained anger to see a boy, one I've never seen in my entire life, and I know every single bland person in this extremely small town. I paused as he lifted his head to meet my gaze; his scent harshly stung my nose like a swarm of wasps. I don't know if it was denial or complete disbelief, then the helpless feeling of dread hit me like a train, the truth felt so numbing he...he was an Alpha...