Coordination room

The two quarrelsome students snorted before the silence of the school coordinator. The impeccably combed and well-dressed woman patted her fingers on the table, peeking at the eyes of the two battered boys, who avoided looking at each other.

— When I begin to think that I would not finally see you guys in my room, you make a point of appearing. ― Mumbled the woman at last, pulling out a dark-covered folder to fudge a few pages until she finally started writing something in it ― Well in the week of tests. So what was the fight about this time?

― I can't stand him, will that do?

The woman raised her eyes coldly to Milles, scolding him silently. However, the blond man shook his head keeping the rogue smile.

― So you're going to beat up all the people you can't stand? Should I warn the police that when you graduate they're going to have to deal with you?

Milles snorted rolling his eyes, and the coordinator soon turned her head staring at the other culprit for that fight. Nicolas had not faced her since the moment he had entered the room and sat down. He had been mute the whole time, swallowing the sarcasm of Milles and waiting for the punishment he would receive from the coordinator.

Only his face was about to get a hole so deep that woman stared at him waiting. It seemed she could do it all day, until the captain spilled the reason for the fight. Sighing defeated, he looked at her corner.

― What was that?

― I want to know what the fight was about. If there's anything in the school that caused this, I should make arrangements, don't you think?

With arms and legs crossed, Nicolas leaned slightly forward.

― How about teaching new students about respect for who is different from them?

― Ha! You're messing with my face. Teacher, that's jealousy, you should ban dating in school.

Finally Nicolas turned to Milles with a mocking smile on his face.

― And will you survive? A chicken made you would be the first to break the rule.

— So the reason for the fight was for personal reasons? ― The coordinator intervened, interlocking her fingers on the table. ― Did you two fight over some girl you like?

― Teacher, I have good taste, just like the girls I hang out with. That one doesn't even like girls.

Blinking a few times, the coordinator had looked at Nicolas from the corner.

― If you do a medical check on the girls who like Milles, you will notice that their grey matter is defective.

Dropping the pen on the table to support her elbows on the table, the coordinator again cast her cold gaze on the two boys.

Immediately they shut up, settling in the chair and turning their faces to opposite sides.

― I will ask for the last time, what is the reason for the fight?

― He punched my friend first. Only because Biel was talking to his wife.

The coordinator then turned her head to Nicolas.

― Are there other people involved in this?

Swallowing hard, the captain denied with his head again crossing his arms. If he mentioned Gabriel's name it would not matter that the boy's plague also received some punishment, however this could affect Theodore in some way. And if the coordinator saw your friend's condition...

Well, in the end everything would become too big.

Lowering his voice and arms, Nicolas continued to deny with his head.

― I who have started, if I have any punishment will accept obediently.

― Look at him paying good guy.

The coordinator had again written something in the folder, turning it towards Nicolas extending the pen.

— The two will receive the punishment. I will talk to Professor Marcos to discuss the situation. For now, they will receive the first warning of the year. ― Turning to Milles, the coordinator peeked his eyes ― You know, with three warnings will take suspension.

― My father will not like it at all. ― Whispered the blonde.

― Then you better start behaving at school, Mckenzie.

The two boys had to sign their names next to the first notice of fighting, and were then released by the coordinator. Nicolas stood up leaving the room completely ignoring the other gifts.

He just wanted to go back to the classroom, where he could be alone and calm down. Later he would talk to your best friend, and then could solve that problem. Nicolas had hoped that those two would have some discussion because of the photo, he had sensed it the moment he saw it published in the school community.

The first thing Nicolas had thought was that his best friend would be heartbroken. Again. Precisely to avoid such confusion that he had told the omega to stay away from the new student. If you keep friends with the person you like, it's asking to fall in love more and more following a path of no return.

It was only a matter of time before Sadie got her hands on the new kid.

― Hey, we haven't solved yet!

Stopping in the hallway, Nicolas turned to Milles. His biggest problem was a certain five-foot-tall alpha that always showed up at the worst of times. A brother, and now a friend, very protective.

Growling low, Nicolas crossed his petulant arms without lowering his head to the intimidating look of his team-mate.

― You want to go back to coordination then?

― How long are you going to have that attitude? Hey, man! You got something on Gabriel?

― Several. Why is that?

― What is it? You're gonna tell me it's your wife's jealousy.

— I don't expect you to understand, Milles. People like you, who love to jump from one girl to another thinking to be the badass, has no ability to understand what normal people feel.

― Okay, pinscher, keep barking. Just stop biting my friend's heel and I'll leave you alone with your wife.

A vein had leapt from Nicolas' forehead with the sudden surge of anger coming from his throat. Swallowing it to avoid further confusion, the little man had slowly approached Milles, shooting him with his gaze.

― Wife here wife there. Are you sad that your sister's new prey is all friendly with my Theo?

― Don't fill your mouth to talk about my sister.

― Oh... So you're the one who's jealous of your friend and not her? I thought you were more loyal, but I see you're very selfish.

― I'm not like you, Nicolas.

With faces looming menacingly, like two dogs about to fight, the boys growled at each other.

— Exactly Milles. Unlike you and your fucking friend, me and Theodore are not afraid or ashamed to like another guy. ― Arranging his posture to move away, Nicolas opened a wide faint smile. ― Do not worry about your ass, no one wants to fuck you.

With no chance of an answer, Nicolas turned his back and walked down the silent corridor to his classroom. Left behind, Milles growled loudly messing up his own hair trying to contain his fury.

― Little bastard.