The Headmaster Alpha's Mate

The Headmaster Alpha’s Mate Prologue The Diary of Chole Hancock 7th July Dear Diary, Okay, so, I know I have not been faithful in doing my daily journal entry, but I honestly have a very valid reason.You see, things in my life have gotten very weird of late.

It all started around a month or so ago in my Chemistry class, now, I may have blown up an experiment, which, by the way, I firmly put the blame at the teacher's door! I mean come on, who sit’s a bunch of seventeen year olds Boy, Girl, Boy, Girl along the lab tables in a bid to control them! NOBODY! But Mr Phillips in his infinite wisdom did just that, and if he hadn’t of treated us like 5 year olds thinking the opposite s*x had cooties, rather than the teenagers we are that want nothing more than to catch the cooties from boys or girls next to them, it would never have happened! 

So, there i was sat next to the hottest boy in school, "Monty; captain of the football team, captain of the cricket team, and by all accounts the best kisser in the school, and as any other normal hormonal 17 year old, it was too good of an opportunity to miss, Now, we were tasked with making some concoction or other that can, if not treated with care, explode.

The instructions were to heat very gently on the Bunsen burner.

Again, in my defence, at least I remembered the low heat was the yellow and not the blue flame, so it could have been a lot worse.

What I did not realise, due to zoning out during Mr Phillips demonstration, is that to ‘very gently’ heat you only use the tip of the flame! I was busy heating my explosive ‘handle with care’ concoction in the centre of the flame, whilst having a great conversation, which was going really well might I add, and had the potential of ending in a much sort after date and finding out if ‘ Monty’ was in fact the best kisser in school, not that I have a lot to go on being classed as a little weird just because I do not subscribe to wearing pink and have that rock edge and ‘don’t give a s**t’ attitude that girls sneer at, and boys seem a little intimidated by.

‘Monty’ was just asking what I was doing on Friday night after school and at that precise moment, my explosive concoction, well, it exploded! A massive bang making bitchy Bev the queen bee of our year, scream and hide under her desk (Drama Queen), the test tube glass exploding everywhere.

A shard of glass hit Monty and as a result now has a small cut with a few stitches on his handsome face.

teach me a lesson, and A week later I was finally free from my home punishment, and having no school to attend, I decided to make good use of my time, and go get the fantastic hairstyle I have been saving for, so! headed for the hairdressers in the local shopping centre and had my waist length black

looks fierce, and I love it, my mother and father, not so much! Anyway, I leave the hairdressers and I am walking along minding my own business

was out of this world! Wide chest, you know the type of chest that strains against the black t-shirt he was wearing, the

soaked, instantly! So, there we were stood staring at each

that? it was like an animal growl, one that

turned on his

here is the really

about him, and in that dream, he tells me

but when I wake up to my

of time, to try and see

hot and bothered, my Dad got a offered a new job, a massive

to invest in the whole family and give opportunities

longed to go, so happy was and understatement when I

company Dad is working for decided that I should be given every opportunity to ‘reach my untapped potential’ here in So now I am being carted off to a boarding school I CollegeI University