"I want you to have this," Zeke pushed a pack of brown bread and strawberry yogurt on Mylo's table, "You look famished. You were holding your stomach through the first lecture. If you won't go to the medical center, at least eat something."
Mylo looks at the snacks, trying his best not to show his interest. He knows if he doesn't eat this right now, the chances of him having something else to eat for the rest of the day is really slim. He doesn't have a penny, he can't afford to buy anything a human being needs to exist.
He continues to focus on the note he is copying from yesterday's introductory lessons he had missed because he didn't know his way around.
"I don't know what you think about me but you truly mean a lot to me."
"You are saying that because nobody wants to make friends with you. You look weird with those big round glasses and you like a girl with those long bangs. You should cut them, men don't grow out their hair, they keep them short," Mylo advises Zeke, his tone calm.
He pressed his lips together awkwardly, picking up the bread. He turned around from Zeke, pushing the soft bread into his mouth, his cheeks full. He swallows it hurriedly, drinking the strawberry with trembling fingers.
Zeke noticed all these, his heart breaking. He goes back to his seat and returns with a food pack. He takes a seat beside Mylo, watching the boy closely as he unpacked the dishes, "My mother has a habit of making me lunch even when I'm no longer in high school. And also, I'm on a diet so I mostly throw them away on my way home."
At the mention of throwing away food, Mylo snatched the plate in Zeke's hand. He immediately dug in, picking up the fried noodles with his fingers.
Zeke froze with the fork in his hand watching Mylo eat aggressively, galloping the food with his hands quickly. He couldn't think of the last time Mylo had eaten food.
Mylo gains a little attention from the few students in the lecture hall but he doesn't care. He eats as fast as he can before Zeke could change his mind.
"Eat slowly, Mylo," Zeke opens a bottle of water and places it in front, "No one is going to take your food," He hesitates before mentioning, "Have a spoon."
Mylo looks at Zeke curiously but doesn't say anything or take the spoon. He finishes the noodles, slurping on the chicken drumsticks when he hears screams from the girls in the hall.
"Oh shit," Zeke cursed under his breath as he watched Alpha Royce walk into their hall with his Beta Nico.
The girls were screaming shyly, totally enamored by the Alpha who was looking around, searching for one thing. The owner of those hazel sharp eyes and this fresh peony scent making his heart pound hysterically.
Mylo looks at Zeke's sad expression before looking up to the figure, no… the same guy, the bully from yesterday. Is he here to bully Zeke again? Or is he here to get him?
"Keep your eyes down," Zeke said through gritted teeth to Mylo, "This is the other Alpha Twin."
"How can you tell?" Mylo genuinely looks at the guy walking towards his seat, comparing him to the guy he saw yesterday in the restroom. There was no difference between them, they have the same height, the same amber oaks eyes, the same black color hair with a buzz cut…
Except the one from yesterday wasn't smiling creepily.
Royce leans over Mylo's seat, repeating the same action Ryker did yesterday, taking a long sniff of Mylo, their faces inches away from each other.
Mylo jumps up on his feet automatically, uncomfortable with his space being intruded, "What do you want?" His tone is harsh, the chicken drumstick and sauce on one side of his cheek.
The students gasp at Mylo's manner of speaking.
Does he not know who he is talking to?
Royce grins, leaning forward to Mylo again as he whispers, "Meet me at Cocktail Moon at 4pm. Do you know where that is?"
Mylo steps away from his seats, ignoring Royce as he packs up his books.
Zeke doesn't dare move, he gives signs to Mylo through his eyes, begging him to not act rudely towards the Alpha but Mylo doesn't grasp it.
He is about to walk out when Royce takes a step blocking his path, his hands in his pockets as he eyes fall on Mylo's pale cherry looking lips.
His stares raised a disgusting feeling within Mylo. He clutched on his backpack, eyeing the older, "I don't know where that is and even if I know, I won't be going there. Please excuse me."
Royce takes a step forward to Mylo, making Mylo instantly take a step backwards to keep a safe distance between them.
Mylo knows he is acting bold but his resolve is melting in front of this person. His dominant presence is putting so much pressure on his fragile legs. He just doesn't want to be bullied anymore, he doesn't want to be noticed.
And he knows he has no way of stopping this Alpha from hurting him right now.
Royce grabs Mylo under his chin, pulling the boy close to his body as their eyes locked with each other…
"What is going on here?" Ryker stands by the door, his hands in his pockets, his jaw clenched.