CHAPTER [1] - Ginger Nerd

B A M !

Damsel's fist collided with the boy's jaw, sending him flying towards the stall wall that he soon hit with a groan, causing Damsel to scoff. He wiped off the stubborn dribbling drop of blood daring to slide down the corner of his lip as he let out a chuckle, watching the freshman slide down onto the ground in amusement. As if satisfied by his treacherous actions, a smirk grew on Damsel's face.

"Have you learnt your lesson, faggot?"

He spat, venom coated every single word that ushered out of that satanic mouth, he felt no need to hold back as he watched tears rush out of the poor kid's eyes, sobs echoing throughout the empty school bathroom causing Damsel to feel the long-awaited sense of power grow in his nerves.

How weak, Damsel thought. That piece of shit should just get some backbone and stand tall, it's his fault for being so easy to take advantage of that everyone thinks it's okay to step all over him.

"I have- I have! I wont bump into you again, please just spare me!" The brat cried out, shamelessly getting on all fours as he bowed his head, letting the tears continue streaming down like a waterfall.

The sight was just disgusting; The kid was ugly-crying worse than Kim Kardashian as his snot was obviously running down to his lips, for a second he even sucked a bit in by accident. Damsel wanted to gag at the sight, but kept his poker face as he walked long strides forwards towards the kid, obviously the freshman tensed up as he hurriedly sat up again and covered his face protectively, waiting for another hit. "No!"

"P-Please just don't hit me again! Please!" His ugly croaks cried out, he quickly sat on his knees as he hugged Damsel's leg in desperation. "Please-.. Please stop!"

Damsel took a second to enjoy the moment, to let the sense of power sink in, to feel the amazing ability of having control over something. To be feared, to be begged,

To feel better about himself.

He quickly brushed that thought aside.

Damsel grew cockier and cockier the more the kid begged; the sight of vulnerable and weak people always built up Damsel's self-esteem, No matter what gender, no matter what age, he absolutely cringed at the sight of people shamelessly letting themselves get treated like no less than dogs. Instead of begging for protection, why the fuck won't you fight for your rights? Nobody's waiting for you to call on them, you're alone. Why let others have the satisfaction of power over you? Why put yourself into that vulnerable situation?

It's their fault for being weak, was always his excuse.

His confidence boiled as he slammed his feet just a few cm beside the boy's head, hitting the wall, causing a small crack, letting the chalk-like fragments slip down. The bathroom was completely quiet as the boy's eyes widened in terror, processing what had just happened; before releasing another loud, obnoxious sob,

Adding even more fuel to the fire that sparked in Damsel's eyes.

"Yeah, fucking cry- Cry and see where that gets you!" He practically roared, slamming his hand against the wall this time as he looked down at the frightened boy who was sat leaned against the wall under him. He felt so frustrated at how helpless the kid was acting,

Now that he had taken a close look, the kid had abnormally saturated ginger hair and round glasses big enough to make his button nose, caked in freckles, nonexistent. "Just shut your fucking mouth and grow a pair instead of sitting there like a pansy-" He groaned in an exhausted voice as he ran a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated as he hit the wall one last time, to vent his anger.

The petite boy gasped in shock as he bit his lips to hold back the incoming sobs, yet his eyes gave away as even more tears fell.

Oh for fuck's sake.

"Oh my fucking god-." Damsel paused, kicking the boy in the abdomen as hard as possible in frustration, before turning on his heals and stomping out the door with an intention to kill. He grew far too frustrated looking at the boy do nothing.

This isn't what it looks like.

Actually,

It's exactly what it looks like.

Damsel prince just beat up a freshman that was on his first day of school, for bumping into him.

Call it bullying, or whatever you like; but obviously Damsel didnt just beat up a poor kid for bumping into him, hell no. But he just wanted to vent out his anger after receiving disagreable news from the alpha right before school, and the kid just conveniently happened show up right there and then, practically begging to be bullied. Along with the fact that the boy cut Damsel's lip when he was fighting back at the time of the whole 'drag him to an isolated spot' part. That was mainly why he was so angry.

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Still furious from the events that had happened at home, Damsel stomped out of the toilet, slamming the door closed as he turned halls into the main hallway of Lakedale, which was hustling with teenagers who only gossiped and talked about what-not, but everybody paused for a slight second as an intense weight of the atmosphere dropped, it would've gone unnoticed by anyone else,

But Damsel definitely noticed the sudden shift of mood.

Everybody took a second to glance at him, some tried not to make it obvious, while some were basically staring, but everybody made sure to make room for him as subtly as possible as he walked through the hallway with hands in his pockets, it was as if he was the bottom part of a magnet and everybody else was the top, defying him.

He internally rolled his eyes at how extra everyone was being, it was just a cut lip, yet they were acting as if someone had stabbed him or something. Sure he pretended to hate the attention, but he actually adored the way everybody made room for him, he felt powerful.

"Oh my god-.. Didn't he take Samuel to the bathroom earlier?" Damsel couldn't help but eavesdrop on everyone, since everybody seemed to be repeating 'Samuel' over and over again every time he walked past them. He thought back to the ginger kid, assuming it was him. Gosh, even his name was twinkly.

"Wait- You mean! Samuel Kn--." The girls were cut off as Damsel glared daggers into them.

They never fucking shut up.

Damsel finally reached his locker when he saw his best friend, and beta, Mathew waiting for him,

Mathew was his beta, he got treated so well by his parents that sometimes Damsel struggled to tell which one of them was the actual son. Mathew stood tall, at about 6' and had dirty blonde locks that were always styled messily, he was white, had blue eyes, and overall just a basic american white boy with morals.

The girls always flocked around him nonetheless, but unlike Damsel, he actually hated the attention.

He was more of the silent type, per say. He always wore a frown and his furrowed eyebrows as a trademark, yet today he looked extra moody. The fact that he was even waiting for Damsel was unusual since they had planned to meet in the courtyard to smoke.

Damsel immediately noticed something wrong when he saw his best friend glaring at him with crossed arms leaning against the locker as Damsel neared him. Mathew's eyebrows were furrowed in pure irritation as he pushed himself off the locker and stomped forward to shove Damsel back by his chest.

"What the fuck is wrong with you bro?" Mathew practically yelled. Causing the students surrounding them to take out their phones and clear a circle so that the two had enough space to fight.

It took Damsel a few moments to realize what had just happened, Confusion erupted Damsel's mind at how bold he was being, yet he still found himself shoving Mathew back with twice the amount of force; Nobody shoves their alpha, even he was his beta, it was pure disrespect. Obviously Mathew stumbled back, Damsel was his alpha after-all.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He yelled.

Utter confusion laced Damsel's mind as he thought back to anything that would've angered Mathew to this extent, the older was always mad, yes, but he was also quiet. Mathew didn't care about anything but his pack, so Damsel couldn't possibly think of anything that he had done.

"Don't play dumb with me you ass-hat-! Did you not listen to a single word Alpha Nick said this morning? Or are you that mentally retarded that you dont even fucking remember?" Mathew's voice strained with exasperation as he massaged his temples. "You want to get us killed, right? You want to start a goddamn war, right?"

Damsel found himself completely lost in the situation, he wasn't following through what was happening, what did he do? He had no idea what Mathew was shouting about, nor did he know what he had done wrong. It was most definitely about the pack then, but what?

"Why the fuck would you beat up D---"

"Damsel Prince." A cold, deep voice cut through the crowd, causing hairs to stand up all throughout Damsel's neck as the vibrating voice filled his ears in pleasure and annoyance at the same time.

Without even turning, he knew who it was.

Only one person had that affect on him.

Darren Knight.

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