I met Tom in the last year of high school.
I don't think I've ever hated a guy that much before.
The perfect student, the perfect classmate-
Always funny.
Confident.
Handsome.
To the point, nobody cared he was a beta. Despite his secondary gender, he earned the alpha privileges like it meant nothing to him.
I couldn't help but be jealous.
"I like you."
I can picture it even now. Vividly.
He's leaning over my desk like he's got nothing better to do, his shadow falling across my notebook.
His red hair looks like it's never heard of a comb, messy in a way that seems intentional, like he knows it works for him. His bangs almost cover his teal eyes, but not enough to hide the sharpness in them.
They're focused right on me, not my notes, not the desk—me.
He's too close, close enough that if I lift my head even slightly, I'll bump into him.
His arm is braced on the edge of the desk, his body angled like he's blocking me in.
