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.

week grounding by my parents to 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

admit it 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 when suddenly there was a man, now if Monty is the ‘Hot’ This guy

body, it was out of this world! Wide chest, you know the type of chest that strains against the black t-shirt he was wearing, the hint of ink on his big bulging guns on each

motionless when he saw me, and just stared, but as our eyes met, I began to feel goosebumps, rising up my body covering every inch and making a beeline straight to my core, new panties were required no joke, literally soaked,

walk past, his eyes never leaving mine he actually growled, I mean who does that? it was like an animal growl, one that would normally have me thinking ‘Freak’ but oh no when this guy did it, 1 felt like my

turned on

is the really weird

that dream, he tells me he will see me

he is right beside me, but when I wake up to

of time in the shopping centre, like, crazy stalker amounts of time, to try and see him again, because he is that hot, but no such luck and now my time has run

that left me hot and bothered, my Dad got a offered a new job,

invest in the whole

to go, so happy

here in So now I am being carted off to a boarding school I CollegeI University up in the highlands of Scotland, where they teach’ gifted and talented students’ or those who require a little help in a more ‘disciplined environment: Now I know I am not academically gifted or