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.

dyes her hair black, too." Linda said in that

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,

that those outfits she makes are downright ugly. So much lace... and the skirts, and the weird

like I might be sick. My fingernails finally began to pierce through the lace on my skirt-the

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

I could get it done in time, I had been so proud of my

begging me for weeks now.I had even made my

as I slowly lifted my bleary-eyed gaze toward the mirror that hung on the wall down the hallway, I felt like a clown. A clown in a flouncy dress with dyed hair and mascara running down her face. Not only a clown, but

Max's voice rang out. "Honestly, I thought she was super smart, too; so I'm surprised she

all those books she constantly has her nose in

all I wanted to do was get away. Somewhere safe, somewhere secluded, anywhere but

I had a chance to run, the door suddenly creaked open the rest of the way. I whirled around, my heart pounding, to see Max standing in the doorway just as I

he saw my

chance to finish. Pulling back my shoulders, I tilted my chin up at him in the most defiant pose I

"We're through," I said.

he could even come up with an answer, I spun on

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, after all. He was probably just counting down the days until he could say that he swindled

that, I thought to myself wryly as I slipped into the Academy's private bar. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I slept with him;

ordered a drink-rum and coke. Here, amongst werewolves, the drinking age was only eighteen.

not even bothering to make eye contact with me through the haze of cigar smoke as