Annabeth

I managed to find my way to the main office by myself, everyone in this room looks at me as though I have two heads. Some look away from me the moment my eyes land on them. This place gets weirder and creepier the longer I stand here looking around.

"Can I help you deary?" An older woman with greyish hair is looking at me from over top her desk. She has her glasses down to the middle of her nose. Taking a closer look I can see her eyes are a deep brown color.

I give her a small smile, as I walk up to her desk, ignoring all others in the room. "Yes, hello, I'm new here and wondering where my dorm room is, and I need to pick up my class schedule." I worry about how this year will be for me, and bite down on my bottom lip, as she types something into the computer.

"Oh yes, here you are. Annabeth, correct?" She looks up at me with her eyebrows raised. I simply nod my head.

"Okay deary, my name is Mrs. Winnifred. I work in the office here in the morning and am also the history professor here." She gives me a warm smile, as she taps one of the keys on her keyboard. A second later she stands from her chair and is off retrieving a paper from the printer.

"Here is your class schedule deary, now if you'll follow me, I'll lead you to tower B. That is where you'll be residing with the others." She announces the last word with a bit of disdain in her voice. Making me wonder if there is something I have missed?

I'm too nervous to ask any questions, so I remain silent as she leads me through the halls. We go through so many doors, and different hallways, I hope I can find my way to my room and classes on my own. Finally, we make it to a dingy wooden door, when she opens it the hinges creak like it hasn't been cleaned in years.

She waves me into the room with her hand and looks at me with annoyance. "This is your stop deary." She says to me with a tight smile on her lips. Slowly, I walk into the quarters, looking around I see cobwebs in the corner of the room, with a giant brick fireplace on the far end, with couches and chairs placed randomly around the large room.

"This is the living quarters, everyone in your tower shares this area, the bathroom, and the kitchen. Then you have a room in which you share with one person." Mrs. Winnifred explains as she walks around the room, pointing things out as she speaks to me.

"In here as you can see is the kitchen, you get an allowance every other week. Where you can go to the store on campus and pick up a few necessities that you'll need throughout the month."

"Oh, thought I heard voices." I hear a high-pitched girly voice say from behind us. Turning around I can see a girl about my age, with golden hair down to her shoulders, deep brown eyes, over some bushy eyebrows, and thin lips. If she would do something with her hair and eyebrows, she'd be even prettier in appearance.

Judging by the looks of her baggy clothes she tries to hide in plain sight. I can already tell from that little bit of information that alone we may be good friends.

"Miss McKenzie, this here is Annabeth. She's the newest edition to our school here." Mrs. Winnifred waves her hand practically in my face.

"Annabeth I'd like you to meet Louisa McKenzie. She will take things from here with showing you around. I have things to do, and she just happens to be your roommate." I watch with wide eyes, as the old woman turns around and walks out the door. Slamming it behind her.

"She seems lovely." I whisper with a hint of sarcasm plaguing my tone. A burst of laughter catches my attention.

"You have no idea." I look over at Louisa, she's shaking her head looking at the now closed door.

"I'm sorry where are my manners. Hi, as she told you I'm Louisa. I'm sixteen and on most days can find me here in our quarters lounging around." She gives me a bright smile.

Her positive attitude is contagious, within seconds I'm feeling more at ease and smiling myself. "Annabeth," I point to my chest.

"So, you are my roommate?" She nods her head in affirmation, as she takes my hand and leads me to the stairs.

"Sure am. There aren't too many of us in this tower. There's a total of ten of us, well now eleven since you have come along." She smiles back at me as she leads me through the hallway to our bedroom door.

When she opens it, I take a look into the room. It's decent size, with two twin beds. One on each side of the room, a couch in the center, two closet doors, and a desk for each of us in the corners of the room.

"The left side is yours, hope you don't mind but I need to sleep on this side. It's an abnormal necessity I have." She tells me as she jumps onto her neatly made pink bed. Her entire side is made up of the color pink. No need to ask what her favorite color is.

"I don't mind at all." I say with the close of the door behind me.

Ezekiel

Roman and I make our way to our dorm in Tower A. It's the nicest tower in the entire school. It has its own cappuccino machine, regular coffee machine, and many soda machines throughout the halls of the tower. It's the biggest living quarters, filled with a sixty-inch flat screen above the nicely built fireplace. There are about six couches, a love seat, and two chairs that make up the seating in the room.

The kitchen in our tower, has a pearly white island in the center. A wrap around counter space, with multiple cupboards. There's a big farmers sink, and a refrigerator that talks to you. One where you can talk to it, and it'll make a list of things you need to remember, play your favorite music, or simply allow you to play games on it.

Our room that we share, is twice the size of anyone else's. The walls are blue, and it is made up of two king size beds on each side. Two desks in each corner, a wrap around couch in the center of the room, and another flat screen television above our very own fireplace. I drop my bag along the floor and throw myself on top of my bed. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the silence of our room for a moment.

"Senior year finally! I'm going to get so much pussy this year. I have it all planned out." Roman's words cause a knowing smile to form on my lips.

The jackass says that every year. Don't get me wrong he sure gets plenty of ass, but it's not nearly as much as he claims. He tries to come off as an asshole, one that plays with girls hearts and breaks them in his wake. The truth is he cares how he treats them. Winds up being with a girl for weeks at a time, before they mutually have enough of one another, and they move on to the next.

It's the same every year. I humor him though, "Of course bro. You'll get plenty of pussy this year. I can't wait to hear the numbers at the end of the year."

He laughs at my words. "You know it. I would say let's have a competition like we usually do, but..." He pauses causing me to open an eye and seeking him out. Lifting my body up, I lean against the pillow.

"But what Roman?" My voice comes out in a deadly whisper.

My best friend simply shrugs his shoulders, with a shake of his head. "I think we both know there's only one young lady that has your attention. Pretty sure she's going to be the only one that you play with this year."

He laughs as a loud growl works its way up my throat. I hate to admit it to the asshole, but my wolf is nodding his head and licking his chops at the idea of playing with the little human.

He's not wrong. She's ours! I hear him say inside my head as he begins pacing around.

"Shut the fuck up." I say out loud, causing Roman to laugh so hard he ends up bent over holding his stomach.

"You talking to me or your wolf?" The asshat has the audacity to raise a brow at me as he asks that question.

I blow him off, by making my way to the bathroom. Slamming the door in his face, may be an immature thing to do, but it makes me feel a little better. Looking in the mirror at my reflection I can see my eyes are a bright golden color. Just thinking about Annabeth has me hot and bothered.

"Fuck!" I holler out loud, as I strip off my clothes and decide to take a cold shower. Otherwise, I may go out and hunt for the delectable little human I can't get out of my head.