I swear, guys are like werewolves. Not only are they unnaturally hairy, but they have an unspoken pack or something. Before today, I had only heard rumors of the legendary 'Alpha Male.' But then, I realized that it was no legend, that this man existed in every group of men. And Lakewood Academy's Alpha is....wait for it.....

OK, wait longer. I've got to tell this story first.

It was eight period, French I, where I pretend to help the crazy French teacher. I sat in my desk, awaiting the bell, which came, and there was a flurry pseudo random movement after which everyone ended up at the door. I exited the door with the other Freshmen was walking down the hallway when the crowd of bustling boys parted right down the middle.

For a second, I thought it was staged. There was no way crowds parted for people these days, but there stood Adam at the end of the rows of students, looking somewhat like a Roman general surveying his troops.

He marched between them, right up to me, the only one who didn't give a little bow or deep nod when he passed. "Mr. Smith." He said. "Perhaps, as a commoner, you are not aware of it, but there is hierarchy at this school. You should heed me, little Ethan." Adam put a hand on my shoulder. "Come." He steered me around and we marched through the parted students together.

Of course, as soon as we were in room 222, Adam the lycanthrope turned back into the wolf and reminded me that I should call him master. Adam, Alpha of Lakewood, reclined in his throne, ordered me around, and drank tea. I wonder if he goes crazy the night of the full moon.....