“. I’m late again!” Mark said while he was running down the long and almost empty hallway to get to his locker. It seemed like he was always running late ever since his parents started to start doing renovations on their house, leaving their house a mess of construction equipment and half-done projects. Finding his locker, Mark quickly tried to put in his locker combination, failing multiple times because of his carelessness while rushing through the numbers. Hoping that he would be quick enough to make it to his first block class, Mark pulled out his math textbook. He took a quick look down the hall to see if there were any teachers that may get him in trouble. Sighing in short-lived relief when he saw the hallway was mostly empty until he saw the vice principal start heading down the same hallway he was in. Mark shut his locker and started towards the math class in a hurried pace that was more similar to a run than of a walk. Rounding the last corner to reach his class, his body was pushed back as he collided with another, knocking the other boy on to the ground. Mark was quick to recover his balance, as all alphas had lighting fast reflexes. Just as Mark regained his balance, the bell rang, signally the start of the first period. In a rush of fear of getting detention, Mark simply ran away, barely catching a glimpse at the other boy.

       Stepping into the math class, Mark tried to make his way to his seat near his friends without getting noticed by his teacher. Luck seemed to be on his side, as the teacher was out of the room taking care of some last-minute worksheet printouts, therefore unaware of Mark’s tardiness. Sitting down next to his best friend Jeno, who is also an alpha, Mark took out his notebook in an attempt to look ready for class. “Late again I see,” Jeno said with a smirk playing on his face. “Oh, will you shut up. You know how late I stayed up last night studying for our chemistry test.” “I am aware, but you could have still made it in time. Aren’t we, as alphas, supposed to be good at the whole time management thing as a part of leadership skills?” Mark just sighed in response and put his head down, thinking of the unknown boy he had accidentally knocked down. There was something about him that tickled his brain and made him curious about the other, something he didn’t often feel. The only thing he had noticed about the boy was his unnaturally red hair and he would have recognized the person if he knew them with hair like that. Mark smiled to himself, thinking back to when he had had similar hair to that, but far worse. It had been died yellow in the front and red all around it. He scoffed at himself and whoever