I Punched The Alpha

5-Wrong

Johnathan's POV

During our first class when I saw my mate and Archie explained everything that happened and why my mate smelled like Alec.

She took a seat next to me since the teacher ordered her too.

I smirked. "Miss me Cupcake?"

"Stop calling me that." She scowled.

"No. I like it so it's going to stick."

She rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot, Johnny boy."

"Stop calling me that." I sneered.

"Then stop calling me Cupcake." She smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "Why am I an idiot?" I muttered to myself.

"Because you yelled at me and Archie and now you're being nice to me thinking we can be friends."

She kept her eyes trained on the lecture but I gave up on paying attention.

"That's not what I was doing."

"You were bossing Archie around." She blurted.

"No, I wasn't I was asking him to leave." I pointed out.

"That's funny I never heard an 'Archie please give us a moment."'

"I am not a nice guy."

She scoffed. "That's obviously clear."

I glared. "What is your problem with me!?"

"I just told you."

I looked at her confused. "What?"

"What's your problem with me?" She asked.

"Your attitude," I answered.

"Is something I'm not willing to change and you're going to have to deal with."

I rolled my eyes. I noticed her knuckles.

They were battered and bruised. Stained with different shades of black and blue. They were also slightly bloody but the blood was drying up.

"What happened to your hand?" I asked but it came out as a growl.

She glanced at her hand then at me then back to the teacher.

"None of your business." She snapped harsher then I expected.

"You didn't need to snap."

"You snapped at me." She pointed out.

"I didn't m-"

"You didn't mean it!? Of course, you did. You think you can just tell people what to do and they'll do it."

"Fine," I growled. "Be a bitch see if I care."

'Why are you talking to her like that!' Rafel growled.

'I'm trying to be nice but she's being stubborn!' I yelled back.

'Kinda like you.'

I growled at him and blocked him out.

I turned back to Ace. She kept messaging her battered knuckles.

"Let me see." I grabbed her wrist and examined her hand.

I felt sparks and tingles shoot up my arm. I enjoyed it.

"Let me go." She tried pulling her hand back by I kept a firm grip on her.

"Your middle knuckle is sprained." I finally let go of her hand.

"So?" She asked.

"So you need to go to a doctor so they can treat it properly."