Oops my crush is an alpha

d it off the nightstand (it fell, obviously, because my life is a disaster) a

Late.

nto the floor. Nose still intact (barely), I scrambled to throw on something that wasn't techn

g around like a derange

ld my shoe be under the couch? Spoiler: it was. Because my littl

t from the counter, only to realize it was basically charcoal. Black, crunchy, smoke-alarm-toast. My

for school. Backpack bouncing, hair a mess, mascara smudged on one eye but n

e. He didn't slow down. Just roared past, leather jacket, dark hair f

bad

ents warned

achers sig

whispered abou

I maybe, possibly, definite

marathon. My backpack strap had nearly sliced off my shoulder, my burnt-toast brea

he didn't even audition for. Leather jacket, messy dark hair, bored expressi

in the cracks on the sidewalk. Did not look at him. Def

iley, materialized at my side like a demon summoned by gossip. She grabbed m

just spotted a celebrity. "Motorbike. Jacket. Literal jawline

teria table. "Please. He looks like the

. "You're ju

like gasoline and broken dreams?" I stabbed my pizza sli

umor is, he got expelled from his last school for fi

is secretly a vampire," I mut

nning like she already knew my deepest

choked on cafeteri

t's why you went bright red the sec

e probably didn't even notice I exist.

ed the way his eyes had flicked up when I wal

couldn't fi

ife advice. It didn't. It just drooped sadly

ou're thinking abou

Too defensive.

de I wanted to stuff my pizza i

she could roast me further. Less

not fall on their face. I am not those people. I am the opposite of those people

gym teacher picke

o melt into the corner. Which didn't work, because the second whist

in the game, Iv

me just detach my soul

making me suffer-guess who got sho

, muscles like-no, stop it, brain. He moved like he'd

ouched on the floor

oice growle

ld's dumbest inconvenience. His eyes were sharp, his jaw tight, li

y. Then, because apparent

re you part dog

. Si

d hit the floor with a soft thunk. His ey

ying second, I tho

in. Pretend I'd said literally anything else, like "Nice weather we're h

y flickered gold. Just for a second. L

dropped int

Game over. Saved by the bell? Not really

t was w

-walking like a grandma with somewhere very important to be. But the sec

ike, actual

se. Too tall. His sha

ny?" he said, voice l

rain turned to

couldn't decide if he wanted to smirk or snar

know, like, ha-ha. Humor. People la

sharp, clean, with an edge of smoke. "Listen, princess," he murmured, ey

art was sprinting laps

anything," I l

a second-just a flicker-his irises

you make a joke like that..." His mouth curved, the world

like he hadn't just threatened my life and possibl

ker, trying to breathe, trying

I could

o