Midfield Academy: Book 3

Chapter 41: The F-Word (14 years, 4 months)

Daven glared at his reflection. He was not impressed. The blue blazer and brown pants were not doing it for him. But then again, having to wear a uniform was ridiculous. As long as he had clothes on that should be enough. Hell, it was a werewolf only campus. They should be in werewolf form, not these stuffy human clothes.

Jagger entered the bathroom with the same annoyed expression. "I blame you." He bumped Daven as he went to the sink.

"I blame Raven," muttered Daven. "I'd have just let my parent's homeschool him."

Wetting his hair, Jagger rolled his eyes. "Raven would have found it eventually." He peered at himself in the mirror. "Nine months of this."

Leaning against the counter, Daven folded his arms. "At least you don't have a fiance to try and figure out on top of it."

Jagger looked the other boy straight in the eyes. "Don't try to one-up me. I'm a traditional werewolf I should not be forced to wear a damn uniform for nine months. This is your fault." He tapped his finger on Daven's chest. "Remember that." He smiled at Daven before it turned into a scowl, and leaving the bathroom.

Trying not to smile, Daven sucked in his lips. Jagger was pissed. It was kind of funny to see for a change. He glanced over his shoulder. This human stuff was going to take some time to get used to.

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Daven entered the classroom with Jagger behind him. The boys already there turned and watched the two.

"Guess it's not a secret who their next alpha will be," said Jagger as he moved passed Daven and went to a seat by the window.

Following, Daven took the one in front of his packmate. He dropped his book bag on the ground and slipped lower into his chair. More boys entered, and he could feel them looking his way. Doing his best to ignore them, he peered out the window. If this was how it was going to be for nine months, his dad would be getting some phone calls. He was already sick of it.

He heard a clicking noise. Turning in his chair, he looked at Jagger's hands. "Do you really need to do that?"

Jagger held the pen up to his friend's face and clicked his pen a bunch of times.

Daven couldn't help but laugh. "You are so pissed right now." He turned forward. "It's good to see you expanding your range of emotions, though."

"I really want to hit you," breathed Jagger, running his hands down his face. He crumbled onto the top of his desk soon after.

Peeking back, Daven grinned. Being anger must have taken it out of Jagger.

"Good morning class." An older dark haired man entered the room. "I'm your homeroom teacher, Dr. Wood."

"There are two of them," whispered Daven to Jagger. "That sub teacher was Dr. Wood too."

The teacher smiled at the two. "I see you've met my mate."

Not replying, Daven settled into his seat.

"As you've noticed, we have two new students this year at Midfield. Do you boys want to stand up and introduce yourself?"

With a sigh, Jagger stood. "I'm Jagger, Northern Ridge." He sunk back down into his seat.

Daven rose to his feet. "Daven, Northern Ridge." He shrugged. "I guess soon to be Midfield."

Dr. Wood nodded looking a little nervous. "As has been announced, Daven is engaged to the alpha's son."

A weird feeling fell over the room. Daven kind of liked it. He sat down and peered around the room. He liked it a lot.