My ass claps quietly as we walk.

We sit next to each other on the bleachers overlooking an empty football field. 

The smell of freshly watered grass is really freshening.

Sure, it's empty but this place is kept clean and neat. 

The blondie in front of me though looks like a real player. He just looks like one.

"This school runs legacies, our parents live theirs we need to do the same and carry on."

Okay Wattpad.

"I am the most powerful Alpha right now and it needs to stay that way. I can tell that someone's been trying to get me out ever since Rosalia's accident."

"Who dafuq is Rosalia?"

He glares at me and I just roll my eyes, yawning playfully.

" All of these Alphas need Lunas you know. The women in power next to their men are more powerful than you think. You provide strength, immunity and prosperity no matter what. The guys in this school don't just have girlfriends we have queens to spend the rest of our lives with." 

He did not just refer to himself as the most powerful person here.

And he did not just say that he's a werewolf.

This is bullshit.

First I'm in some mafia book now I can't seriously be living in a werewolf book right now, I do not have the time for this quite frankly.

"Lena, I can't be a king without a queen."

I finally get to roll my eyes and look at him, "Me, you want me to be your fake girlfriend just because your reputation's at stake?"

Hahaha, nigga please.

" Yes, I can see through bullshit because one ...you just met me, scratch that you kidnapped me trying to be nice and cute just to use me because you think you've figured me out. No bitch I've figured you out and I'm no queen. I don't even belong here."

I'm on fire, and pissed but still....
I am so pissed right now but he looks normal as if I haven't said anything.

His eyes straighten and he looks me dead in the eyes with those creepy as green things of his.

My butt made a noise.

But he didn't hear it.

Thank God.

 He sighs and goes, "That's not even the half of it. In three months, I'm supposed to propose and marry you. It has to go according to plan besides, why should I care what you think, you are my hostage. I decide whether you're going to live or die and I suggest you shut your mouth and do exactly what I tell you and when I tell you do you understand?"He says so lowly but painfully like I've been cut by a knife. 

I then feel a buldge on my belly button, it presses hard against me

And no...it's not his pee pee.

I haven't even touched him yet.

I slowly look down to see the dangerous weapon in his hand.

It's a classic black hand gun, although it has cool white roses engraved. It's pretty okay?

But not the time to admire somebody's gun.

I was scared for the moment. I imagined the bullet ripping my flesh open, burning me with it's heat and me bleeding out in the middle of the school of psychopaths where I'll never be looked for or found because I spent my whole life dumping nobodies and falling in love with anime characters.

"Can I please see my best friend at least and my mom to tell them I'm leaving they'll be suspicious." I say tears brimming my eyes remembering the last time I was gone for two days and returned home without my mom's consent.

 I rub my arm forgetting that my sweater's covering up my bruises.

 He holds my chin up and dries my tears, "No need to cry Lena, I left a note forged in your handwriting saying that you're coming back soon. Don't worry about your mother we left her with a tonne of crack. Remember this Lena, I know everything and everyone in your life; one wrong move and they die one by one because of you. I need you to behave alright? Cooperate and you might just survive." 

My breathing is fast and I'm shaking as he tells me this.

I know now that I'm going to die soon, I am not one to cooperate.

 I can't go back now, my mom's going to kill me.

 He kisses my forehead and pulls me into his chest. 

His chest takes so long to elevate and sink it's like he's not breathing.

His ribs are so calm, it seems he has no heart at all. 

It figures.

Mine's beating against my ribs barely giving my diaphragm time to expand just as it's about to win the MMA championship.

I notice some betas passing by. 

That's why he hugged me. 

But something about them was off....they were all carrying umbrellas and they...snarled at me?

"The fuck?"I whispered.

"I didn't hear an answer." he says threateningly.

 "Ok I'll do it and I'm sorry for disrespecting you." I manage to say out.

My ass clapping in the process.

"That's better, good girl."

How can anyone be so cruel?

Who the heck says good girl?

 What's a "good girl?", definitely not me y'all, this ain't some kinky ass fifty shades of grey shit.

 I need to escape somehow cause nobody's looking for me but I'll have to be quick.

Marriage will be a dead end for me, literally I'm supposed to get married at 100! 

If someone's reading this please get help, I don't know where the heck I am, or who I am! 

What?

Shut up voice, i'm narrating.

I'm not scared of him, it's shocking that he might think I'm actually scared of him.

I'm scared because I might never live to watch SpongeBob ever again.

 Or...or...

*gasp*

I might never see Dabi or Hawks again.

Help me please before I die from eating too many pancakes!!

But first, I've got a Mafia Boss to piss off.

                 ~later~

"Bitch I said I gotta pee!!" I say crossing my legs and hopping in one spot, biting my lip so I don't say anything stupid.

He bares his teeth at me angrily, his eyes terrifyingly dark. Like is that something normal that goes on around here?

We were having a short walk down the halls after the hundredth introduction to Mr Douche's 'friends', ex girlfriends, half the school, the teachers and even the school mascot who ironically is a koala.

Yeah....

Don't ask.

"I gotta peee!" I whine even louder ignoring the strange looks I'm getting from the betas as some hault their conversations.

Ryan rolls his eyes breathing out exasperated, "If you don't shut up I'll have to shut you up myself." He threatens.

As if.

"Excuse me but some of us can't pretend as if we don't have basic bodily functions-. Mmph!"

I find my back up against a locker and his hand around my neck...in public.

I look around eyes as wide as planets.

"What the fu-"

"Angel, I need you to behave. You are extremely annoying and I'm beginning to lose my patience."

His hands were rough against my neck and bish...my lady parts liked it.

His face quickly changed into a sadistic smile and dzamn...I...P.O.V you're reading this without holy water.

His lips were upturned calmly into a breathtaking smile. Like....oh my goodness.

Then... something totally cliche happened....

"Mi Amor, why do you play with me?" He's eyeing my lips like they're some kind of candy and bish....I can testify. And say confidently that yes...yes they are.

He lets go of my neck and lifts my chin and like a hypnotised duckling all I can do is follow his lead.

I catch a couple betas and Alphas eyeing us through my peripheral vision.

Oh...okay. were doing this now.

Okay. Don't blow it.

I hear him scoff and soon his lips are on mine.

I don't hesitate to respond, you know....for the audience. And dang is Mr Douche a good kisser.

Then....he slips in the tongue violently..

I couldn't see our make out session but I could tell that we looked like an aesthetic grunge couple.

As I finally relax into the kiss, the best kiss I've had in my entire life and bish don't come at me when I say that you will never ever in a lifetime have a kiss this wonderful in your life.

That's when he rips his lips from mine turning around fast.

A loud gunshot rings in my ears, nearly deafening me.

It was like an explosion.

Then there is silence.

I smack my ears trying to see if I haven't gone deaf.

Like, who wouldn't.

I step forward, seeing Ryan's back to me covering whoever was shot. Because I know that somebody got shot.

Blood is sprinkled across his cheeks and I feel shaken to my knees.

He looks deadly, like a feral animal, snarling furiously, panting; eyes facing down to the floor.

Some students ran, some stayed, it didn't make the difference.

I peer over his shoulder to see a portion of the lockers splattered with brains and bloody grotesquely like some kind of horror movie.

The body is obviously a male's but his head was disfigured. I'm disgusted by the massive pool of blood that gathers around him.

I want to look away but I can't.

Mr Douche spits on his victims corpse, well where his face is supposed to be anyways.

"Puta! Trying to kill me in plain sight?! Blood sucking retard."

I feel terrified now, not of the bloody mess in front of me but of Mr Douche.

This is his life, something he does often.

I'm amazed at how quickly he reacted. It's as if he has super senses.

He turns to me and my breath hitched in my throat.

That's when I know, oh my gosh I know now that my heart is permanently in my butt and my butt permanently attached to my rib cage bussin it up in my chest.

His cold glare turns into a happy smile as he takes a step towards me, holding out His hand.

"Come on." No I don't want to.

"Let's go."

Never.

But I find myself skipping towards him and smiling with fake glee.

I look slightly around and notice all the eyes on us.

I wrap my hands around his arm and kiss his cheek.

His blood stained cheek.

I walk out of that school with a literal time bomb attached to me.

Am I going to live?