One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Audrey

"...only dating her because of that stupid dare."

That was Max who I had just heard. My boyfriend. And tonight, on the night of Grayspring Academy's New Year's Eve dance, he was admitting to only dating me on a dare.

I stood outside the door, my fingers curling up into tight fists around my skirt-so hard that I thought my nails might rip straight through the lace.

"It's gone on for so long now. How could you put up with her all this time?"

There was scoff, this time in a familiar voice that I recognized all too well: Linda O'Malley, one of the most popular girls on campus and my biggest bully. Of course it was her who he was complaining to; she had been torturing me for months.

"It was hard. But it's almost over..."

Silent tears streamed down my cheeks, leaving streaks in my foundation and dark black blotches of mascara on my skin.

Although, everyone at this academy hated me. I was the only human amongst an entire academy full of werewolves, which made me an untrustworthy freak in their eyes. I had come to expect it, had even accepted it at this point.

But not from Max. Not from the sweet boy who supposedly fell head over heels for me three months ago. I had thought that he was... different from the others. That someone had finally seen me for me and didn't care that I was a human, or that I was a bookworm, or that I was a fashion addict.

Apparently, I had been dead wrong.

a sickly Victorian child. And everyone knows she dyes her

black curls. Truthfully, Linda was right; I did dye my hair. But I only dyed it because its natural color was a strange silver hue, and werewolves hated silver. I only did it to fit in, and apparently, even that

that those outfits she makes are downright ugly. So much lace...

fingernails finally began to pierce through the lace on my skirt-the skirt that I had been painstakingly working on for a month now

that had taken me ages, most of it sewn by hand because the lace and beadwork was so delicate. The deep red fabric was my favorite color, and it fell around my ankles in just the right way. I even made a little

finished it just this morning, barely sleeping so that I could get it done in time,

He had been begging me for

the wall down the hallway, I felt like a clown. A clown

out. "Honestly, I thought she

those books she constantly has her nose in don't teach her

heart clenched in my chest, and at that moment, all I wanted to

rest of the way. I whirled around,

into saucers the moment he saw my

didn't give him a chance to finish. Pulling back my shoulders, I tilted my chin up at him in the most defiant

"We're through," I said.

come up with an answer, I spun on my heel, picked up my skirt, and

could clear my head. And somewhere that didn't remind me of the boy who I had been dating for the past three months. Our whole love story had been a lie,

private bar. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I slept with him; likely he would tell everyone, use it against me in

the barstools and ordered a drink-rum and coke. Here, amongst werewolves, the drinking age was only eighteen. I didn't

make eye contact with me