The Wallflower and the Alphas

"Preview Avery P.O.V." 

Fuck. Ouch. I try not to show pain. But it's too late. Because I hear my friends surrounding me ask. If I am okay, but really, they know I am not. I closed my eyes and bent down over my seat. "Avery, Hey, You alright?" "Yeah, I am—fine. I must have heartburn from the big breakfast my mom made for me this morning." I tell my friends.

But when I looked over by the door, I saw the four sets of eyes of Elijah Woods and Jake Stone, Matthew Steele, and Andrew Bradford, the guilty and worried look on their face. Good, I thought. They should feel guilty after they show the sluts off their arms. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't believe I wanted to see how much they hurt me. But the look on their face showed me how they really felt about me. That would be... Love. Damn it! I can hear her thoughts. Why am I being this monster right now? You know why my invoice is telling me.

I need to do this, or she will get hurt or die. Ouch! I took my hand and placed it on my chest. But I am trying to show her in my eyes and the expression on my face. That I care and want her, and should I say it? Love. Fuck! I wanted to rip that bitch arms wrapped around my waist. I feel sick to my stomach. It should be Avery's arms touching me and wrapping around my waist, not Camelia or any other girl than Avery. That's when I heard my wolf Axle say. Why do you have that bitch wrapped her nasty arms around your waist?" "Dude, what's wrong with you?

I heard my wolf grow inside my head. He is not liking what we are doing to Avery. He doesn't know why we are doing this. But he is unhappy, or the other wolves inside my friend's head. "Axle, don't worry. I got this under control," I tell him. "Besides, I have to pretend to like her, so she doesn't try to hurt Avery, okay," I try to calm him down and try to tell him this is all fake and we need to play along so Avery won't get hurt. After I was chatting in my mind with Axle, he blocked me out before saying. Oh, okay, hurry this up so we don't stick around these evil creatures." He said, and then he was gone in the back of my mind for a while. Oh, Boy, I thought. This is all a mess. I sigh and look over at Avery. It's too late.

She already saw me and Camelia walking together inside the classroom. She saw how I grabbed Camelia, and I knew she could see Elijah and the two others walking inside with her friends. But the look I am trying to show her. I look beside me. I see Elijah and Matthew, and Andrew staring at her with this, not what it looks like.

We tried to tell her with our eyes. But she doesn't see it. Or does she? I see her looking over at me and then going back and forth, staring at us with a broken and hurt expression. Oh, sweetheart, please trust what we are doing," It's for your own good. Please don't look at us like that when I stare into her hurtful eyes. I am so sorry, mate; I wanted to run to her and grab her and tell her. She is it for me, but I must play along so she can be safe if Camelia sees anything going on between us and her.

She would tell her muscular guards to come in here, grab Avery, and take her somewhere to torture and hurt her. We don't want that to happen. So, I do something that is going to make me sick. I bent down and started kissing Camelia's lips. I must make sure to make it real and good for her. So, she doesn't feel it is all fake.

Once I stopped kissing her, she was trying to grab hold of my head again, so our lips pull together. But I pull away. "Come on, baby, let's take our seats," I tell her. Oh, okay she said in her ignoring squeaky voice, and I heard her giggle. She grabbed hold of my hand and walked over by Aver. Oh, God, what a bitch move she did. Let's sit here, lover," she said aloud enough for Avery to hear. I watch her shoulder hunch over. I know this is hurting her and killing her inside. I wish I could go back before all this happened. If I could go back, I would make sure Avery is the only girl for me. I would have never slept with different kinds of girls. I wouldn't be in this awful mess: me and the guys. So, right now, I have this awful and evil person hanging all over me. I blame myself for not seeing how she was when I dated her back in junior year.

Oh, God, I wish I didn't speak to or dated her. I thought she was s sweet girl, but I was wrong. Oh, Man, I regret being with this crazed girl beside me. I am not going to lie, she is a very beautiful girl, but I never love her. I try to tell her that the night of my sister's birthday party. They didn't want to listen to me. She is so out of it thinking I am in love with her. I try to say no, I am not. But she is so crazy and stubborn she doesn't want to listen to anybody telling her I am not in love with her. But now I stuck for a little while until I figured out how to stop her from threatening to get her guards to hurt Avery.

I need to talk with the guys. Maybe they know how to escape this with these psycho and crazy girls. They may have a good idea. But I am sitting down at my table. I am trying to move away from this girl who wants to hug and touch me every five seconds. "Stop it, Camelia! You got your point across," She seen us together; you happy," I said, shoveling her hands off me. I heard her gasp, and she went back to touch me. Again.

Just leave me alone," I told her and returned to writing on my paper. "Oh, no, can do Jakey," I heard her squeaky chalkboard hurting my ears. I wanted to smash my head hard on my desk and be knocked out not listening to her or seeing this nutjob beside me. But then she said something. I just gave up and let her calm me again. When I heard around me. The guys had the same reaction as I did. We hate this.

I swear to God, when this is over. And it will be over. I am going to make sure never to leave Avery. "Good boy," I heard Camelia say in my ear and bite it hard. I didn't move or flinch when she did it. Because I am numb, and I don't feel anything. I am a broken man because I am hurting my mate. I can feel her slowly dying because of my actions and the guys. I had enough energy to look up at Avery. I am asking. "Please, Avery, have mercy on me," I lipped it, but she didn't turn away before she saw my lips move.