Running after the others, Niles panted vigorously as all them speedy shits outran him.

Jokes on them.

Smirking Niles watched as Austin Spheres tried to make a basket on the other team's hoop.

With a flick of Niles' hand, the ball glided too the side and land through the hoop. There's the winning shot and there Austin goes being the object of popularity. Again.

He mostly just helped Austin because he absolutely hated when his team lost. He would use his telekinesis left and right just to make sure of their success.

His sisters often teased him for helping a team he doesn't even like remotely. Little do they know that Niles was going to use his little telekinesis act to get sports scholarships and go to college.

After he made enough money to support him and his sisters though. He needed to afford an apartment, and be able to send them to school, and the whole bunch of other shit he wasn't going to worry about till later. Right now he needs good grades and lots of jobs to support them at the moment. The house is just BARELY squeezing by, but mom's job keeps the bills paid.

Sighing he followed the others guys into the locker room and began changing. He felt rough hands on his back and soon saw the floor inches from his face. Turning his head Niles saw it was none other than Austin himself. What a great surprise.

"You little cunt, didn't even help our team win the game, all you ever did was run around in circles while I made all the baskets myself!" he states proudly. The others laughed as Niles slowly stood and watched as his own knees bled from being scraped.

Niles wanted to break Austin's nose so bad his fist ached, but he wasn't going to stoop to his level under any circumstances. So he limped over to his clothes and slowly began pulling his gym stuff off.

Then Niles' head was shoved again and the others left the locker room cackling like a group of crows. No crows were nicer than them, they were cackling like Magpies.

His nose was bleeding along with his knees and his elbow but he walked into class miserably and plopped into his seat in the very back row with a sigh. Mrs. Something or other walked in with her usual cheery disposition and talked about a new student.

Great another spoiled brat who shoves him around and make Niles want to wring the new one's neck out. Then he walked in and Niles scoffed as he was your typical jock.

Muscular has a confident air around him and smells like ax just evaporated from him. Though there was something about his eyes that he didn't dismiss entirely. His didn't seem like the other jocks, kinda like he had a brain to him. He scoffed, let's see how long that lasts with these idiots, before the golden boy is contaminated.

"Class this your new student and friend, Mr. Blake Mitchell! You might know..." she never finished as those stupid Jocks exploded into what he assumed was happy noises or war cries. Maybe if he was lucky, those were wounded cries and this was their last breath before they die!

Mrs. Sunshine magic or whatever continued talking about how he won the best high school athlete of the year, joy already popular jock, cannot wait.

Then she pointed to the spot next to me and I flopped against my desk and sighed. I heard the chair scoot and so began this miserable fucking afternoon.

BLAKES POV

Blake walked into the classroom his eyes scanning the crowd till they landed on him. His Mate!

He found out about him through Facebook of all things. He was scrolling through the profiles randomly until he found his glorious picture.

He was just kinda drawn to it for some reason.

He had a bunch of weird little emos around him, but Blake assumed those were some of Niles friends. Then as Blake looked over at Niles friend thing he saw only three and it was pictures of the emo girls. Oh, so those were his sisters he shuddered at the thought of those things sneaking up behind him.

Figuring out which school Niles went too Blake made an immediate transfer, while he still wasn't alpha. He had a while unless another war ensued and he lost his parents or they just flat out decided to retire, they wouldnt do that right?

Mrs. Miller went on and on about Blake who jolted when he heard the excited noises of those meatheads who looked like they had a glass of Estrogen right next to a delicious bowl of steroids.

Finally when Blake was allowed to sit he about kicked up his heels in joy. He went over excitedly sitting next to him but frowned as he shunned away and watched the board. Not the reaction Blake hoped for, but maybe he's just hiding it for the moment.

Niles looked thoroughly annoyed though. So Blake averted his eyes and watched the board writing down notes, occasionally stealing glances of Niles. His Niles.

while said Niles himself looked like he contemplated murder.