ully and asks me to stand up. I resisted with

r as it will serve as a distraction to the whole class entirely

o be in class already. What'

someone? The teacher?

coming anytime soon," Blake says while still holding my face and facing

in the first place?" I

dn't cross the line." I say hoping he would just desist from his ev

ntrol of this whole class and I can do whatever I like with it and to the people

ke a tamed dog. Well, you can say I am one because I i

hout a second thought." he almost spits on my face making m

making me feel sad. Blake sees this and holds my

o? Then hit me, hit me, hi

of embarrassment in front of my classmates. Both the h

d. Coward! What future Alpha are you? Your dad must be silly f

of no return for me. I raise my face glaring at him. I can feel my eyes

ll my father just anyhow? Saying my father is silly got me

angrier than he ever expects. He punches my lips an

rush several blows at him and he also rushes blows at me. We roll on the flo

away from us, cheering Blake on. Then, I began to feel tir

s wolf which saves me from getting injured by his stron

With that, I feel relieved. Though I can't tell whose voice it is since

ne of Blake's friends begins to speak saying I started it first and I'm at

provoked me, I wouldn't have laid a finger on him. I didn't defend myself as the author

e detention room for the whole day to serve as punishme

g strong and getting back at Blake, defeating him in public, and

it but I feel nothing. Dejectedly, I sit in a corner of

NOW

ays wished to attend the school but never had the chance not until

es. After I luckily met the philanthropist who helped me with my educational dreams, he also helped me and my

I did before gaining admission into my dream college.

nothing of their character. Never have I associated with so many people as I've always been refrai

dents. Luckily, I wasn't late. I got to the gate of the big school and look

here my class would be. As smart as I am, I had no difficulty in findi

erved what others were doing. They seemed to be nice people at first

some with no expre

eamed in my mind at th

yone and bounced to another vaca

g after he sat down, another boy marches toward him and I focus my attention on them. He says som

" I want to as

ords clearly this time and it dawns

he fight back?" I blame the handsome boy unt

m on. Strange! But I don't care. I'm not a fan of fights, neither am I an advocate of bullies and i

ew in the school and I can't me

d the blows of the other. I stand up and leave the class for what seems l

is that the handsome boy gets sent out of the class

nything and rema

lock might not be ho