ALEX'S POV
I couldn't have ever imagined it in my wildest dreams that the hottest guy in school could ever ask me out to be his GIRLFRIEND!!! It was like I was dreaming and that dream seemed not to end, Somebody pinch me because this can't be real!
My name is Alexis Johnson ,and I'm a normal average girl of 17 yrs-okay. Let's not say I'm a normal average girl. I have sharp teeth and glowing grey and gold eyes with sharp claws - Yupp, that's right, I'm a werewolf. Obviously, I have white and black hair, which I have to hide because I live in the mortal world..
I started attending Middle -Weigh High last fall, and trust me, it's been wonderful.
So it all started when we were in history class, Mr Davenport(our history teacher) paired each student together for a history project, and surprisingly, I was paired with AUSTIN DANIELS!!!!!!! I didn't know when he came over to my seat because my head was on my locker. He said hey, and immediately, i raised my head up, I saw this breathtaking, loving guy with brown wavy hair, diamond eyes, pink lips, a sexy body structure, and biceps I fell in love already - I mean, wouldn't you? I was already daydreaming about him, and I was drooling when he said, "Umm, Alex, is everything alright?" I was flabbergasted! He knows my name. I sang in my head, then I asked H-ho-ow-w d-do-o youu k-k-kno-w-w m-my na-am-me-e? He chuckled and then said, " Why wouldn't I know a beautiful girls name like yours?" OKAY, that got ne falling! He called me beautiful, I said in my head OR I thought I said in my head. He then asked me why I thought I wasn't beautiful, and then I told him it was because no one had even called me that except family members. He raised my head and said, "Alex, you're the most beautiful lady I've ever laid my eyes upon and you're eyes are so rare they remind me of a shining crystal, you're georgious and let no one ever make you feel otherwise. Immediately, he said that my eye colour changed to Gold, and I thought he couldn't see it because of my glasses.... ANYWAYS.. We continued our study, or should i say he was talking, and I was just staring at his angelic face. We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.
AUSTINS POV
I've never felt so happy since I can remember... I've been trying to find the perfect girl that'll fit my type, but I never did find one.
I'm Austin Daniels, 18 years of age endowed with green and diamond glassy eyes, which glows at night, I'm muscle packed and the hottest guy in school.. I was born a thousand years ago, and yh, I know that sounds so weird, but it is what is it right...
I entered the class as usual, feeling so overwhelmed and tired of school life when I saw her- She was dressed in a white polka- dot T- shirt, simple but quite deliberate, the kind that looked effortless without actually being so. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun-loose straps escaping as if they had a mind of their own. A single white strand of her hair was tucked behind her hair, catched my eye, making me stare longer than I should've.
I had noticed her before, of course, but noticing someone and having a reason to speak to them were two very different things. I wanted to talk to her—had wanted to for a while—but the words never seemed to line up properly in my head. There was always something in the way: timing, courage, or my own hesitation.
Then, as if fate finally decided to be kind, our history teacher cleared his throat and began assigning partners for the term project. Names were called one after the other, my attention drifting until I heard mine—followed immediately by hers.
I walked over to her desk, aware of my own presence in a way that made every step feel louder than it was. Before I could speak, I noticed her staring at me—briefly, like she hadn't meant to, like she'd been caught mid-thought. Our eyes met, and she quickly looked away.
I cleared my throat, then said her name.
Her head snapped up. For a moment, she just stared at me, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. I could tell she hadn't expected me to hear when she had silently wondered, How does he know my name?
I realized then that this mattered more than I'd planned. Saying her name had changed something. Suddenly, the history project felt less like an assignment and more like a moment neither of us had prepared for.
We spent some time talking about the history project, going over ideas, and planning what we would do. The conversation felt easy, like we had been talking for hours instead of just a few minutes. My nerves were buzzing, but I couldn't help smiling the whole time.
When the discussion finally slowed, I took a deep breath and asked her for her number. My heart was racing, but I felt a rush of excitement when she gave it to me without hesitation.
As we parted ways, I kept replaying our conversation in my head, thinking about the project, sure—but mostly about her. Her laugh, her energy, and those gorgeous eyes refused to leave my mind. Even a simple history assignment suddenly felt like the start of something much bigger.