My nemesis turns out to be my mate

Confronting my arch-nemesis, Drew Maxwell, the future alpha of our pack, I couldn't believe my ears when he declared, "You are my mate." Seriously? "Well then, mate, I reject you."

"Give it back! He refuses to return it!" (bite) "Ouch!" (smack) I made sure to leave a lasting impression on his neck. "Alright, kids, that's enough! Look at what you've done to Drew, Felicity," Miss Brighton, our teacher, interjected. Drew clutched his neck, panting. "I could have done worse; the idiot slapped me first," I retorted, turning to Miss Brighton and pointing at my right cheek. "Yeah, I saw it, but you bit him first," Drew smirked, knowing everyone would always side with him because he's the alpha's son. I couldn't stand him, and the feeling was mutual.

I shrugged. "Then tell him to return my textbook." Miss Brighton sighed, "Drew, give her back her textbook." He tossed it to the floor, sneering, "Pick it up, Tuart. I'll never forget you biting me," before strutting away.

I had known Drew forever; we weren't always at odds. Once, we were close friends, but everything shifted one summer when we were seven. He abruptly stopped talking to me. When I asked why, he coldly replied that I wasn't his type. That was two years ago, and now he acted like a spoiled brat, doing whatever he pleased.

As I made my way home, I heard someone call out, "Felicity!" It was Frederick. I waved him over, and he sprinted to catch up. "Hey, what happened to your cheek?" he asked, noticing the redness. I rubbed it unconsciously; it stung. "Drew slapped me," I replied. Frederick's face turned furious. "Why does he keep doing that?" Just then, a rock flew through the air, hitting Frederick. We turned to see Drew standing there, smirking. "Why don't you both keep walking? You're just polluting the air," he taunted.