Plot Twist

Chapter 2

"Ugh, gross," Peeta - I mean, Jackson - groaned at the scene, rolled his eyes and walked out the door with Skylar and I following behind.

He hopped in the Driver's seat of a very nice black SUV, and Skylar had already claimed the passenger seat with little protest from me. I sighed, giving myself a little mental preparation for what was to come before climbing into the backseat.

I didn't even get to buckle my seatbelt before Jackson was already peeling out of the driveway like it was an audition for the next Fast and Furious movie.

Freaking Peeta can't drive correctly.

About halfway there, Skylar snapped me out of my window-scene-admiring with starting a conversation. "Cal, did you hear?"

Trying my best to look as nonchalant as possible, I replied, "Uh, can you be a little more specific there, Ninja?" I really hoped my face didn't portray my confusion and slight terror as I fiddled with my fingers nervously.

Skylar laughed, "Sorry, it's just, you're usually the first one to hear about the latest werewolf drama, but you know the neighboring pack, The Silver Claws?"

The Silver Claws? Some idiot literally couldn't come up with a better name than that? That sounds like a bad '80's dance group. I'm almost too afraid to ask the name of my supposed pack.

Jackson snorted, "You mean the 'most feared pack in the US'? What has their 'oh so great' future Alpha done this time - get a girl pregnant or something? That guy drives me nuts. Some of us are actually taking the responsibility of having to rule over a pack someday seriously instead of fucking everything that moves! And, ugh, all of his stupid pack members can't stop bragging about how amazing he is either and -"

"Jackson, please! I'm trying to share some juicy gossip here, so could you please refrain from ranting about Ryder at every chance? We get it, you hate the guy," Skylar interrupted, rolling her eyes and huffing with irritation in the passenger seat.

I, however, was just trying to process the new information given to me and work out some new theories. Believe it or not, Fake-brother's rant was just incredibly helpful and I'm almost positive that it was about to tie up another essential plot elemental in this story: the asshole Alpha mate.

This 'Ryder' seemed to fit the criteria like a glove: playboy with a reputation, and future Alpha to the most feared pack in the US. Yep, this guy was definitely Fake-Twin's true love or whatever.

Cal, you are on a roll right now. Your problem solving skills are on fleek and you barely had caffeine this morning.

"Anyway, as I was saying, apparently their pack's high school burned like, halfway down down over the weekend and they'll be transferring to our school for the rest of the semester - starting today," Skylar finished, shooting Jackson one last glare.

Oh, are you fucking serious?

Not one day, Wattpad book? I couldn't have one day to settle in and figure shit out before the plot started and this turned into a soap opera on crack?

Continuing to curse out whatever idiot probably tried to microwave a hot pocket and burned down their stupid high school, I addressed Fake-Twin, "Oh, um, that's interesting."

Skylar whipped around so fast in her seat to stare at me she must've gotten whiplash, "Woah, what? Maybe Mom was right, Cal! I just fed you some juicy gossip and all you have to say is, 'that's interesting'? You must be way off your game today or something!"

Psh, well, excuse me if I am 'way off my game today'! It's not like I'm spending a Monday morning with a bunch of strangers, trying to figure out how the hell I can stop your life from turning into a shitty romance novel for the enjoyment of anybody with WiFi.

I could feel my inner Tyra Banks threatening to come out, and I had to fight the urge to snap my fingers. Even if I was only mentally-dissing fake-twin, I felt like I needed some sort of hair flip or something to finish my little speech off.

It was the high-heeled boots, I'm telling you. Anything over two inches will bring Tyra Banks out every single time.

Before I could think of a reply that didn't sound snarky or suspicious, Jackson pulled the car into the parking lot of a large brick building and parked close to the front. Ugh, here we go.

We all got out, and Jackson quickly departed without so much of a 'goodbye'.

Rude.

Skylar walked over to me, flashing me a bright smile and hooking our arms together. "Ready, Twin?" I asked her, failing to hold back a grin. At that moment, I couldn't help but feel that their wasn't anybody else I'd want for a fake-sister.

She laughed, "Ready for what, silly? It's just school. The place we go to, every single day."

I rolled my eyes and started to approach the school building, tugging her along.

If only you knew what's most likely going to happen today.

She led the way and walked inside the building, arm still hooked in mine as I strutted beside her - damnit, Tyra, this is not a catwalk - down the hallway.

It must have been the crowds of people, all hoarded together that caused it, but at that moment, Skylar's body collided with a tall boy and she fell, nearly bringing me with her.

Time seemed to slow down, I swear people stopped talking and Skylar looked up at the tall boy with cropped brunette hair - who appeared to be frozen - with a dazed expression. Then, simultaneously, Skylar and Mystery guy both said the one word I knew was coming.

"Mate,"

Then, as if I needed extra reassurance that the plot was becoming just as cliche as I was thinking, another tall boy made his way through the speechless crowd, yelling, "Hey, what's going on? We've got to go to class, Alpha Ryder."

Oh, I fucking knew it.

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Author's Note: ehhhh confusing or no? I know it's a whole lot of exposition going on right here and it definitely kind of sucks. Anyway, there you have it. Things starting to take off. 

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