Chapter-6

Ava's POV:

I had a very good sleep. I was a bit worried about my sleep last night, considering this was a new place and a new space for me. But given my traveling and settling down, I was tired. This morning felt so pleasant as it was nearer to the woods. I woke up to the chirping sounds of birds, and it felt so good—a perfect start to my best day.

I'm an extrovert, so making new friends was never really a problem for me. I was a little excited about going to the new school, meeting new people, and making new friends. I got ready and wore dark blue jeans and an oversized red tee. I specifically chose this outfit for the first day. Red complements my complexion. I looked at my reflection in the mirror one last time before I stepped out of the cabin.

I styled my classic bangs with my fingers. Classic because they are classic, and the other reason I call them classic is that it's been my hairstyle for a long time. I have a scar on my forehead, a little one, not as big as Harry Potter's, and obviously not given by "the one who must not be named."

Mom said I'd had it since I was a kid; I could even see it in my childhood pictures. As I grew up, people started to laugh at my scar or sometimes just stare, and that's when I decided I would cover it, no matter what or how long.

I decided to go early as it was my first day, and I didn't want to be late. Pro-tip: never be late on your first day. I walked to school, and it was already a bit crowded. I saw students running here and there. I was excited and completely ready for this new change. I collected my class schedule and wanted to look around on my own. But first, I made my way to the lockers.

I spotted a girl beside my locker. She looked petite and attractive, possessing a different kind of beauty. In short, she looked amazing. Come on, Ava, it's your time to make a new friend, I told myself. I walked to my locker.

"Hey," I said.

She looked at me, but she seemed a little scared.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," I apologized.

"Oh no, it's not like that. It's just that my mind was somewhere else," she said. "Hi," she replied.

I returned her smile.

"You look beautiful," I said. I have this urge to say whatever I feel, even if it's praising someone or pointing something out.

"You think so?" the girl questioned, and I nodded my head.

"Thank you, no one ever said that to me," she smiled.

"Oh, they must be blind," I said.

"By the way, I'm Ava," I introduced myself.

"Hi Ava, I'm Mary," she replied with a handshake.

She felt warm; I mean, her body temperature.

We both started walking along the corridor and found an empty bench at the corner. We both sat there casually, as we still had some time before classes started.

"Have you seen Noah? He looks so hot!" a random girl sitting across from us commented.

I saw Mary shift uncomfortably out of the corner of my eye when they mentioned the name Noah.

"Even I've seen him; he looks like a Greek god," the other girl commented.

"The last time I saw him was when he visited our lands," another girl said.

Soon, people around me — I mean, all the girls and a few of the boys as well — started talking about Noah.

Who was this Noah? Why was everyone talking about him?

"Who is Noah?" I whispered to Mary.

Most of the heads turned toward my side, and I saw a bit of fear in Mary's eyes. She gulped and looked around. I was sure I'd whispered, but why were these people looking as if they'd heard what I asked?

"You didn't tell me where you're staying?" Mary asked, which was clearly off-topic.

My eyebrows knitted together. What was she talking about? Her question was completely irrelevant. This clearly indicated that she wanted to ignore the topic. I just smiled.

"I stay in a cabin; it's almost near the woods," I replied, and she nodded.

But who was this Noah? Did he look like Noah from The Kissing Booth? If he looked like him, I would surely fall head over heels for him.

"Hey Mary, just give me five minutes. I'll go to the washroom before heading to class," I said, and she nodded.

I silently left the place, avoiding all the weird stares I was getting. But in some corner of my mind, the name Noah lingered. Brushing off all the thoughts, I made my way to the washroom.

Noah's POV:

I dressed in complete black. I always prioritized my appearance. People, human or not, always judge a book by its cover. Dad bought me a new car as we were starting school. I didn't want to take it, but it was the situation and, of course, the car was a Bugatti Chiron, so I couldn't say no.

I met Stephen and Mike downstairs, and I started school. Yep, skipped breakfast for the day. Not in the mood. Not at all. My mood was so bad right now; even a small thing could trigger me. I didn't want to study; I didn't want to be with humans.

"Who knows, maybe you'll love it," Adam spoke.

"Shut up, I don't need your opinion on this," I replied to him.

"Or who knows, maybe we can find our mate," he said.

"One more word and you'll be blocked," I threatened this time.

"I ain't scared of you," Adam yawned. This fucker, I thought to myself.

"Man, are you excited?" Stephen asked. I ignored that question as if I hadn't paid attention.

"Excited about what? To get laid or played by?" Mike replied.

I chuckled at that.

"Guys, I want to say only one thing: Don't let humans discover our existence, and other than that, we are free; no one is on our backs. No Alpha," I said.

Yeah, the only best part I could see in this whole scene was that no one was around to control us.

And the worst part? I was 20 and needed to act like a 16 or 17-year-old? That's the shittiest thing.

I parked the car, and we all entered the building. I could sense many werewolves' presence here. Some were scared by the presence of their future Alpha, while some were excited about being in human school and meeting new people. As for myself, I didn't really know how I was feeling right now; it was kind of neutral. It was always "go with the flow" for me. I liked exploring things alone, so here I was, roaming around.

I heard noises from a far end of a lone corridor. Thanks to my werewolf abilities, I was able to hear those muffled sounds. I made my way to the end, and I could clearly imagine what was going on out there. Someone was ganging up on a weak human or maybe bullying them.

That's what arrogant idiots do. To make themselves feel powerful, they torture the weak. Idiots, I rolled my eyes.

I saw that the washrooms were at the other end of the corridor where these people were. I glanced at the students, and they stopped what they were doing, and everyone looked at me. The innocent kid who was getting bullied looked at me with hope-filled eyes.

Sorry, pal, I'm of no help, I thought to myself. Never get involved with humans or their fights.

I resumed my walk as if I had seen nothing, as if it didn't bother me at all. Because it would be a lie if I said I was unbothered; it was more like I didn't want to get involved. No one knew, but I was trying my best to control my anger. So I started walking as if nothing happened.

"Hey, you. Stop right there!" one of the guys said.

I paused for a second and started walking again, ignoring them.

"How dare you, fucker!" a guy placed his hand on me from behind.

This was it; it was the final straw. He made a mistake.

I caught his hand and twisted it, pushing him to the wall with only half of my strength. I guessed that he was human, and if I used my full strength, I would break some of his bones.

He started to yelp in pain. "Put your hands away from me!" I whisper-yelled in his ears. His face was turning red.

The others came running toward me. I pulled the guy away from the wall and threw him at the other. The two fell to the ground.

If they weren't dumb, the rest of the guys wouldn't try to approach me.

"I was minding my own business; it was you people who provoked me," I said.

"How dare you hit my friends?" another guy rushed toward me.

Oh, it seemed like these people were dumb heads. I saw students gathering around. Ugh, I don't want this drama now.

I punched him in the face, which made him stumble, and he took a step back.

"Look, I was minding my own business; it's you guys who meddled. It's better if we let this go now, and you guys don't ever dare to cross my path again. I'm letting you go this time, but I bet it won't be the same next time," I warned them with a very subtle but deep voice.

They were scared. I could see that on their faces, and that poor student looked thankful to me as they all ran away from there. I was trying to clear my head, but it would take some time to control my wolf, Adam, as well.

I started walking, but there stood a girl in the middle of the corridor where everyone else had already made a way for me. She stood in the middle, confused and angry. I didn't have time to distinguish her expression.

"Move!" I yelled.

She trembled at my voice and stepped aside.

"Humans," I whispered under my breath as I shook my head.

Ava's POV:

Shaking off all the weird glances I received minutes ago, I made my way to the washrooms. I came to a halt when I saw two people fighting in the corridor. I had to stop; I couldn't pass through them as if I hadn't seen them hitting each other. It was almost like a group of people trying to hit a person, but he was dodging it smoothly.

I just stood there, helpless and hating whatever was happening in front of me. How could a person hit students? He was such a bully, I thought. This was too much violence for me. Soon, all the other students started to gather around and enjoy the fight. And I was just too stunned to speak. How were people entertained by the fight?

Finally, it ended, and the person started to walk in my direction. I was angry about what he had done. How could he hit people? And I was not okay with it.

He came face to face with me with an annoyed expression. I was frozen in my spot.

"Move!" he yelled so loudly; it sent chills down my spine. I got frightened by his voice and took a step back.

He walked past me without any care in the world. Two other boys joined him, and the three walked away. All the girls around were fanning over him, and I just stood there, looking at him and wondering God knows what.

Mary came running to my side. "Are you okay, Ava?" she asked, looking scared.

I didn't know what to answer, so I simply nodded at her.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"He's Noah Smith," she replied.

"The Noah girls were talking about before?" I said.

"Hmm," she replied.

Soon, school ended. I said my goodbyes to Mary and started to walk back to my room. I started to think about the day on my way back. The day was good; everything was fine—new school, new people—except for the morning drama and Noah Smith.

I got back home, and the sky started to turn dark by the time I completed my chores. I settled down at my desk and started to write in my diary.

I mentioned how the first day here was and all. Of course, about Noah as well. How could I forget him?

When everyone around me started talking about Noah this morning, I expected him to be "Noah" from The Kissing Booth. But he was nothing like him. Of course, he had the height and the body, but nah, I didn't understand what the rest of the girls saw in him that I didn't. Maybe I didn't like the way he was freely hitting students and walking out of the place, and how could I forget the way he yelled at me? How did I let him yell at me? How dare he?

I had to meet him tomorrow and make him apologize. I wouldn't tolerate such behavior from anyone. He had better apologize. I never wanted a man like him in my life.

Noah's POV:

As soon as I reached the pack, I hit the training grounds. My day was so shitty, and it disturbed my mood. I was minding my own business, and those fuckers were having problems with that as well.

I couldn't let out my anger and frustration this morning, so I vented everything on my punching bag, and it got torn. I looked at my knuckles and could see blood on them. They slowly started to heal, and I smirked.

I finished my dinner and tried to get to sleep, because I had to deal with humans again tomorrow. I needed energy.

As I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, there were flashes of that deadly night, and I had to wake up from the nightmare. If I didn't, then I would have to relive that night all over again.

I woke up with a heavy breath. The night when I lost my mom. The night I was trying to forget, but it had become my nightmare.

I hoped I could sleep peacefully one day.