2. WATCH YOUR BACK

|Oliver| 

“You are transferring schools. Get ready to resume at Sherlock High School next Monday”, my father's deep voice announced to me as I stepped into the house.

I was just coming from the training ground where I spend the first two hours of my morning for intense training every day.

My eyes grew saucers at his words, I never expected neither wanted it, “Nothing is wrong with my school. Why are you throwing me out to such a place? Do you even know what it means? I will be schooling with pure humans! How am I supposed to cope?”, I protested

His nose flinched at my words as he stopped to look at me, “Do I look like I am seeking permission from you? Either transfer schools or forget about being my son!” His voice thundered.

As expected of Alpha Damon. He would rather threaten your existence than listen to whatever you have to say. Nothing stands except his words and wishes.

“Just say you are throwing me out, it's still the same thing”, I refused to back down and walked away.

“Olivvvvvveeeerrrr!!!!” a thunderous voice called out, making my whole existence shake. His Alpha voice had taken over. 

“Such an impatient grumpy old man”, I rolled my eyes to see him trying hard to keep himself in control 

“As you wish”, I surrendered and left for my room.

Being the second son of the Alpha had never been rosy. I was constantly tossed back and forth within the decisions of what is best for me, even though I have never seen the best till now.

Heinous trainings, strict diets, forced to learn cultures and ethics, etiquettes, and every other bullshit just to fit into royalty was taking a hard toll on me. I was convinced that I would never have a life of my own because whatever I do or say revolves around my parents. I have been wired that way.

“Get me a new belt, I think I have lost too much weight, and this doesn't look good anymore”, I instructed one of the men serving me and threw the one I removed on the floor before slamming the door of my room shut.

I laid on the bed quietly for several minutes, thinking about what my father had just said. 

“What exactly is the thing about this school that he's sending me there?” I rolled off the bed and opened my laptop to search for everything about Sherlock High.

The school is for only the top 1% Elites of the society. Located in Virginia, it's known as “the place of making”. It's a known belief that connections are established from here and the future heirs and heiresses are determined right in this school.

“A school is supposed to be a school. Why is it so complicated?” I slammed my laptop shut. I was getting tired from the whole hype about an ordinary building.

**** 

My car drove into the compound of the school on Monday and it was more than I had expected. The pictures on the internet didn't do it justice, it was way more magnificent, elegant and beautiful.

I stepped down from the car in my neatly ironed black trouser, white shirt and firmly knotted blue checkered tie. My mother had knotted it herself this morning with the rant of making sure that I looked admirable on my first day.

“Let's have you registered sir”, one of the teachers that had been waiting to receive me motioned to me with his whole set of teeth outside. 

His currying was too obvious. He wanted to be in my good book at all costs and it wasn't like I cared. 

“Just a year! I need to put up with this for just a year”, I sighed, and tossed my black bag to him, which he struggled to catch while I walked away.

*** 

The registration was completed in the Principal's office within a few minutes. The old woman wearing a curly light ginger wig to hide her receding hairline welcomed me with so much laughter and giggles as she ushered me to the sofa where my tea was served immediately. 

“Your father already sent a notification and we will make sure to treat you right. Just let me know if anything is making you uncomfortable and I'll adjust it right away”, her fingers matching her words as she talked.

“You can go to your class”, she finally dismissed me after making a few calls and a teacher showed up to escort me.

A bell I figured was for putting an end to the break time sounded as we walked through the hallway and the students hurried to their class. After a three minutes’ walk, the teacher branched into the class with the label “honeycomb” and announced my presence.

“Hello everyone, I am Oliver Scott”, I introduced myself, and they just stared at me silently.

As expected from arrogant heirs and heiresses, I mean I never clapped for a new student too so I didn't feel bad. 

“You can have your seat beside Andrew and let me know if you need anything”, the teacher said with an awkward smile, breaking the silence that followed my introduction. 

Just like I wasn't interested in any of them, the energy was reciprocated. Classes went by smoothly and I would give it to them that their teachers were up to the standard. Everything was clear, concise and interesting. 

“That will be all for today”, the teacher for the last period announced and they all cheered happily. 

Since I didn't have anything to hold me back, I threw my bag on my left shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the class, only to be blocked by three boys. 

“Hey newbie, don't you think you owe us an introduction?” One of them cackled and the others joined in the weird laugh

“I already did that earlier”, I responded and continued my walk but something unexpected happened, my bag was pulled from the back, making me stagger.

“Excuse me, do you have a death wish?” I snapped. The scenario was already getting annoying.

Another series of laughter filled the air as they parted to show the person standing behind them. His gaze was cold and chilly. His brows were raised in intimidation as he moved closer to me but I wasn't fazed. 

My time that was being wasted was what was riling me up badly. 

“And what if we have death wishes? Will you grant it?” he mocked and a tired sigh escaped my lips.

I was about to respond “gladly” when someone popped up right beside me.

“Leave him alone before I press the dial button”, she howled at him, raising her phone in the air to show him a contact I wasn't interested in. 

His smirk disappeared and the look on his face got stronger. Whatever was shown to him got him big time because he painfully stepped aside for me to have my way.

I turned to look at her and realized that she was the one I was in a staring contest with a few hours ago during my introduction. 

“You owe me one” she winked and I couldn't suppress my scoff

I never told her to rescue me, I can take care of myself. 

I just stared at her for a few seconds and found my way out of the class. Something was weird about the school, I was getting the feeling but I couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was. 

I was descending the stairs when a loud thud sounded between the flowers and screams filled the whole compound. I turned to see someone hanging down the flowers and bleeding profusely. 

“What the…”, my eyes bulged in horror as I turned to look at where he fell from.

The boy that stopped me a few minutes ago was standing right in front of the shattered window with a smirk on his face.

As soon as our eyes got connected, he gave a creepy smile before making a signal of two fingers pointing to his eyes first and then pointing to me.

“Watch your back”, I read from his lips before he walked away from the window

What the hell!