The Alpha Calls Me Kitten

Chapter Ten: Well, Hello There.

The rest of the weekend was extremely slow. I kept to myself. I stayed in my room and didn't make eye contact or fast movements around Greyson's pack members in case someone decided beat the pulp out of me, again. Hence my lack of humor there.

I spent a while thinking about the whole Greyson and I situation. He would have rejected me by now if he was going to. I couldn't help but feel like an idiot for not just rejecting him, though. It was the thought of doing it that made me not want to do it. Thinking about just breaking the bond made me feel sick to my stomach. I usually trust my gut rather than facts and reason, so I take it that if just the thought makes my insides churn then I shouldn't do it. Then again, I would do almost anything to forget we even had a bond.

I admit, I can be a bit insensitive sometimes. I guess it's just easier for me to pile on problems for myself than it is to work them out. Then again, he let me fight a beta while thinking I was weak. Would he have stepped in if things went bad? Would Tyler have let it get that bad? Now, a nice person would probably give him a chance, but do I really seem like a nice person?

I still hadn't spoken much to Greyson after Saturday morning. He was actually pretty busy all weekend. No wonder he's so darn grumpy. I'm just grumpy at heart. Well that's not exactly true, but it doesn't matter.

I didn't see Riley much either because apparently he doesn't even live in the pack house. His parents live in their own house a few minutes away. They just come and visit often. Yet, Riley still has his own room in the pack house? Spoiled.

It's safe to say that Monday has become a favorite day for me. I'm not stuck in my room all day. I actually get to go to school, where I happen to be now.

I stood in front of my open locker as I moved things around. I felt myself growing more frustrated as I couldn't find what I needed.

"Dang it," I muttered. I hate Mondays.

"Need this?" Someone asked from behind me. I jumped and turned around.

A boy that seemed a little older than me stood in front of me holding out the notebook I was searching for. I took the book and hugged it close to me watching him cautiously.

"Thanks. You just saved my butt," I said slowly as I was remembering how much I hate first period. He chuckled at me and crossed his arms. "Wait," I said realization hitting me, "how'd you get this?" He chuckled again and looked down at the floor.

"It was just laying there," he mused.

"Oh, well that makes sense," I lied honestly having no clue how I did not notice it had fallen on the floor.

"So what's your name?" He asked as he stared at me. He shoved his hands in his jean pockets and suddenly felt really conscious of myself.

He honestly was extremely attractive, but as much as it pained me Greyson still beat him. And trust me, that just kills me to admit.

He had chestnut colored hair and a few freckles sat on his perfectly chiseled cheek bones. His eyes were an amazing, bright green color and he had the dorkiest glasses on. Not to mention, that shirt he was wearing looked damn fine on him.

"Alex," I answered. He smiled brightly and held out his hand for me to shake. "Being formal are we?" I chuckled.

"Yes. It's only the proper way to greet such a fine lady," He blabbered like an idiot. I couldn't help but laugh as did he. It was obvious he was quite the funny guy and wasn't afraid to show people. He was extremely friendly to me, something that not many people were.

"Well, good sir, what is your name?" I said in a very posh and very fake accent.

"The name's Andrew," he said in his normal accent. I frowned causing him to laugh at me. How rude.