The Wallflower and the Alphas

Avery P.O.V.

I am staring into Elijah's eyes, and him looking at me like something to eat. I need help understanding boys and their way of how they show love. But I will let it pass and listen to what they say. I felt so embarrassed of how I was acting in front of them, and I wished I didn't cry, and now they would laugh and tease me about being a weak loser. Ugh, I hate myself right now.

They don't care about you, Avery; you're not pretty or even have a nice body; you're flat-chested and have no ass on you. So why would these sexy ass guys stand in the same room as I want me? Once Elijah and Jake were touching me and kissing me, I let my emotion inside me show them how much I wanted them.

I wanted to run as far away and fastest as I could away from them because I didn't want them to say that would break my heart, but on the other hand, I wanted to see how they would act if they felt the same way as I would feel about them like love. I am in love with them, and I don't understand why? They treated me like a dog and enslaved person, and they never talked to me nicely and hung out with me. They didn't have the time to get to know what I was saying as a person. That was when I started crying because I knew they didn't want and love me. Why would the most popular football jocks can have any girl they want in this town saying they want me. I want to believe them, but I can't stop my mind from being wrong, and my heart is right about their love for me. That was when I felt someone grab my chin and turn towards Jake.

"Sweetheart, why are you crying?" I heard Jake say and pull my face towards him. I saw the worried and concern in his eyes. Jake was the only one the nicest out of the guys in the school who liked to tease and bully me. I am not saying he did not bully me because he did, but he was not as bad then Elijah. But Elijah and Jake never hit me as Matthew and Andrew did.

But I will not talk about how my life was a living hell when Matthew and Andrew tortured and hurt me.

"Why are you here with me?" I asked them while pointing at them both. I am trying not to be mean, but I need to let them know I am not falling for their treats and Mr. Nice Guys, and I don't truth them. So, I didn't act as if I believed them for one second. Because I am holding my guard over them, and I know they were never nice to me, not once since we were kids.

"Please, leave me be," I tell them, pushing Elijah away. I get off the desk. I know I was all over him, kissing him and grabbing onto his waist, pulling him in for more touches and kisses. But I just stopped and woke up and remembered they are assholes and evil monsters that they did to me when we were growing up.

"No, we are not going to leave you." I heard Jake say behind me. I wanted to turn around, smack him, and tell him to go to hell, but I stayed quiet and took a deep breath. I didn't say anything, staring at Elijah and wanting to ask him to get away from me because I was still angry at him and Jake. Finally, I let out a sigh, and I told them off.

"Look, just leave me alone!" Okay." "Please just leave me be," I tell them, getting off the desk with tears clouding my eyes. I started to walk away from them both and go to the door. But I felt someone grab my arm and turn me around to face them. I threw my arm up and pushed Elijah's chest hard as I could, and I saw him step back; he almost fell backward but caught himself.

We stared into each chatter's eyes, and I saw the sadness and hurt in his eyes when I pushed him away. I didn't try to come toward him. But when I was turning around and walking, an arm wrapped around my waist and stopped me from leaving again. I see it's Jake this time.

"Let go of me, Jake," I tell him with a jerk of my body, moving away from his greedy hands. Oh God, why do things happen to me? I want to roll my eyes and kick him in the ball-

"Avery, please wait!" I heard Jake ask me. I didn't want to wait; I wanted to run away and get away from them and cry and die alone, not in front of him and Elijah. But then, I shouldn't let them get to me. I should be brave and tough and not take their crap. So, I stepped away from Jake and gave him a long look that said back the fuck off with my eyes down and giving him a severe look. I don't want to touch them, and I don't want to be alone with them. I don't trust them, and I don't trust myself, either.

So, I gave them one last look and walked out of the classroom. I don't know what I was thinking, luring them to follow me to the empty classroom and showing them how much I apparated them helping me with Matthew. But they don't know about Matthew because I started running away from him when I kicked him in the crotch, I thought with a giggle. I hope I hurt him he-he, oh, who am I kidding? I didn't want to hurt him too bad, just enough to escape him. My dad always told me if a boy tried touching or pulling me.

"Kick him in the balls, princess." He would say. So, I did, and somehow, I ran into his friends, my mates. What a fucked-up morning I hope I don't run into any of them again for the rest of the day.