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Word count: 457
Author’s note: I’m tagging one Beta here, because… it started with me telling her about a new idea of mine that I thought my Readers wouldn’t like, but she got all excited, and we spent the last couple hours brainstorming ideas for this story. I also sent her one of my old works, and she said that the beginning would be perfect for this one, so I consented and rewrote those paragraphs, which is the prologue you can read here. Part of the first chapter is done, too :3 I hope you’re just as excited for this as we are!! (p.s. The magazine mentioned is a real one that is run purely by Teen Wolf fans, I just so happened to come across it on the web.) Also… she was asking me when I was going to write smut again. Well, here we go, kiddos!
I’m fumbling with the pages of my book, I’m clicking my pen, my leg is bounding up and down and my head is swivelling around constantly in impatience. The lesson is incredibly boring with the sub teacher—our social media teacher is a bubbly and energetic woman, but a little while back she had an accident and now she is to be hospitalised. For the time being, we were assigned this professor to keep our lectures, but the way he talks makes me drowsy.
“Seems like our time’s up,” says the professor after glancing at the watch hung on the wall. Loud chat chirps up and the pupils in the hall immediately jump up from their seats and begin stuffing their notebooks, laptops, pencil cases and mobiles in their bags. They file out through the two doors on either sides of the room at the top of the stairs, and I’m just about to follow them, but then I notice the professor waving me over. I approach him curiously, having no clue what he would want from me.
“Ms. Blake asked me a favour,” he announces.
“Can I help?” I ask, unsure. I’m not quite getting what he wants to convey by telling this to me. He gives me a half shrug before going on.
“Actually Ms. Blake’s request was for me to ask you to make an interview instead of her.” I blink in surprise, and adjust the strap of my bag on my small, fragile-looking shoulders.
“Okay, sure,” I agree, jerking my shoulders up nonchalantly. The professor reaches behind himself and swipes some papers up from the surface of the desk, handing them over to me after more or less managing to arrange them. They are still a messy stack of papers, but I should probably be appreciating the effort.
“Here you go,” he says, pointing at the top of the paper. “Here’s the date and place,” he explains. “Then the name of the subject of the interview, and the questions Ms. Blake wanted to ask him.”
I ogle the lines for a while, my gaze roaming over the page before something catches my eye. I swallow as I look up at the man with my face most likely getting closer and closer to a faint white shade.
“I have to interview a model? From Neckz n’ Throats?” I can’t believe Ms. Blake has me do such a thing—that magazine features werewolves, isn’t afraid of shooting erotic imagines, and the creature in question is an Alpha. I need to swallow once more against the enormous lump in my throat.
Instead of giving me encouragement with words, all the professor does is giving me an apologetic look before leaving me alone in the lecture hall.