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ZANE

I hated, no, correct that, loathed school. For one, I hated spending time around humans and two, I hated classes. Sitting still and listening were two of my weaknesses.

"So, I heard you scored the rose over the weekend." Taylor grinned, looking impressed.

"Yeah, and she was fine," I shot back, leaning in my chair at the back of the classroom. Like always, we had pulled the desks together to form a long line. The teacher never cared.

Emma Lawson was the first virgin I had done in a while and man, did I have to put in some legwork for that one, but she gave it up on Saturday night in my room. I wasn't just proud, I was smug about it.

"Like they say, nothing like a fresh rose." Taylor winked.

Taylor and I were best buds, and the one thing that consumed most of our conversations was girls.

"You know you boys are disgusting," Ebony piped in, leaning around Taylor to look at me. "The poor girl will be waiting for your call."

"I don't call." I shrugged it off. Hey, she knew I was a bad boy, and she knew I was a player. If she was stupid enough to fall for my charm so be it.

"They get clingy." Taylor scrunched his nose up disgusted. "Has she been leaving messages?"

"Wouldn't know, gave her a wrong number." I wasn't ashamed to admit it.

I scanned the room, and for the second time in the last hour, my eyes landed on the brunette’s head. She was drawing something on the back of her notebook, listening to her iPhone. She was paying less attention to the class than we were.

"Hey, who is that chick?" I asked Taylor, pointing to the brunette. She had told me off at the meeting on Saturday night. When she said she went to the same school as me, I thought she was lying, but sure enough, she did. We even had classes together.

"Oh, that's Allie. I think that's her name." He frowned, trying to recall something. "She, um, hangs around with the Falcon twins."

Chase and Blake Falcon - both nobodies with bad attitudes.

"I've never seen her before." I watched her still scribbling in her book.

"She's not nice," Ebony spoke up. "Like, she is really nasty."

That I could believe, as she didn't even think twice about ripping into me.

"Not to mention screwed up. Her dad left her and her mom here; they are like the pack's pity case," Taylor informed me.

"What, her dad just left?"

"No, he took his own life." Ebony seemed to know all about it. "He killed himself, ran off a cliff."

"Why do I not know any of this?" Seriously, I was the future Alpha. Surely, I should be aware of something like this.

"Because, and I quote, 'I don't care about pack families’ personal problems,”” Taylor said.

"What, I'm not old, wrinkly, and in charge yet?" I crossed my arms, watching her. What was she drawing?

"That's why you don't know anything," Ebony pointed out.

"Why are you asking anyway? Are you into her or something?" Taylor was right on the pulse, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.

"No, she just gave me a strayat the meeting the other night. I just wondered who she was."

"She's someone you don't want to get involved with. I swear she has more attitude than the Falcon boys combined."

"Don't worry, Taylor, you know I don't like drama." I sat back, pulling my eyes away from her and looking up at the board.

"So, there are no parties this weekend." Ebony sighed. "I really need a new guy, and how can I find one if there are no parties on?" She sounded genuinely disappointed.