Normal Dead Life by Rashel Jordan (the alpha prince and his bride full story free .TXT) 📕

Detention was an utter success. It took a lot, surprisingly, to get detention at Lancet High. But, at least I have detention with Cookie now. We laughed and joked together as we walked into the classroom. Some people waved at us and some said hi. As Cookie and I made our way to our regular seats, we heard the door open and close.
“Hey, we’ve got fresh meat in detention!” someone shouted. Cookie chuckled and sat down. I smiled and sat down next to him. I looked to the front of the room and gasped.
“What is it?” Cookie asked.
“He’s… pretty?” I said, but it sounded more like a question. I mean, how often is it that you can say that a boy is pretty?
“Wow, just wow.” Cookie said. I shrugged.
The new boy sat in the back, by the window and put his head down.
“So, what is being dead like?” Cookie asked. I turned my head back to him.
“I’ve only been dead for two days, so it’s not like I know a lot. So far, I know I can’t gain weight, and I can’t be killed again. And that my parents don’t know yet.” I added quickly.
“What?!” Cookie shouted. Some heads turned towards us and the others just shrugged it off, used to Cookie’s random outbursts.
“What do you mean you haven’t told them?” he asked quietly, turning his head towards mine.
“I mean what I said, they don’t know. Neither does Zack.” I sighed.
“Why not?”
“How would I tell them something like that? They would freak out!” I threw my hands into the air to emphasize what I said.
Cookie groaned and flipped his blue hair back.
“You have to tell them sooner or later. If you don’t, who knows how they’ll take it.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Yes, Mother.” I whispered to him. I looked back at the new kid and found him staring at me. Weirdo, I just had Twilight moment. He was staring at me like Edward. Gosh, I hate that guy.
“Creepy alert!” someone yelled. We all turned around and put our heads down as soon as Mr. Creepy, the detention teacher, walked in. He sat at his black desk and pulled out his navy blue laptop.
“You will get suspended if I see you talking, if I hear you even sneeze, you will get another detention.” He instructed stiffly. We all knew not to get on Mr.Creepy’s bad side, even Cookie and I. We sat quietly, trying at least, because we kept looking at each other and giggling silently.
We all jumped when the bell rang. I looked back at the new kid before I rushed out the door and found him staring at me. Again. I stuck my tongue out at him to show the bloke how much I disliked that. He chuckled and got up. And then Cookie grabbed my arm and led me to my next class. Ah, my life -dead life- was great.
There were only 4 more days until Prom. It was decided that Cookie and I would go together, Nessie would go with one of her boy toys (the poor bloke would get his hopes up and get them crushed), and Val would go with our other not-so-close-with friend, Erik Shelton.
My day was getting worse and worse. Sabela came over, gushing that she couldn’t find the right dress, so my mother sent me with her to go get a dress, and one for myself, also. So, here I was, sitting in a chair, watching Sabela try on a dozen different dresses.
“How about this one?” she asked, strutting around in a bright pink dress that had miles of lace one it. I shook my head. The next thing I know, a dress is hanging in front of my face. I look up and find a saleswoman holding a dress for me.
“Try this one.” She said to me. I shook my head. But, jeesh, the woman wouldn’t take no for answer. Just short of throwing me into a changing room, she got me go try the dress on.
It was actually pretty. It was black, came just above the knees, and had a racer back strap. And it had one silver bow around the waist. I tried it on and it was like it was made for me. I walked out and didn’t see the woman anywhere. Sabela came out of a room next to me and gasped.
“What?” I asked, looking around.
“You look… amazing!” she said. I gave her small smile and did a double take. Sabela was wearing a light peach colored dress and had a little lace running up the front.
“I think you found the right dress.” I said. She smiled and clapped. The dim-witted twat…
As I continued to look for the saleswoman, we bought the dresses and left.
“Hey, did you see a saleswoman in there?” I asked as we walked to my car.
“No, why?” she said. I shook my head and began the drive back to my house. 

After my mum thoroughly freaked out over the dresses and made appointments for us at some top notch salon, I was able to leave the room and go upstairs. When I got there, I called Nessie and Val.
“What’s up, chick?” Val said.
“Guess what happened at a store I went to?” I said.
“What?” asked Nessie.
“So, I was helping Sabela pick out a dress-“
“Ew!” Nessie interrupted.
“And this woman just came up to me with a dress, but when I went to look for her, she was gone. I asked for her, but no one knew what I was talking about.” I explained. I heard Val gasp.
“Seriously?” she asked quietly. I nodded and then noticed she wouldn’t be able to see it.
“Yeah.” I sighed.
“That’s something creepy.” Nessie said.
“So, who are you going with, Nessie? Were you able to choose one of your boy toys?” I asked after a while. I heard her chuckle.
“Maybe.” Val and I sighed in unison. Nessie was incorrigible.
Val and Nessie were like opposites when it came to their looks. Val was a tall blond and glittering baby blues, while Nessie was medium height with long brown hair and eyes as black as coal. I was the shortest of the three, with long black hair and grey eyes. Though I was the shortest, I was the most violent. Val was the romantic one, and Nessie was the brains. This was why we were friends in the first place. Nessie kept me from killing Val, I kept Val from going out with every living bloke, and Val kept Nessie from being nonsocial.
We balanced each other out. Most times.
“Rule 2: Meat is the ultimate way to go.” Nessie sighed into the phone, using one of our rules for life. Meaning that it was time to out together.
“Yes, I agree. I could use a steak right about now.” I added. Val sniffed. Did I mention that she was a vegetarian. Nessie and I snickered.
“Are we skating to the usual place?” Val asked, in a bad mood because we were about to eat meat. I nodded and noticed she couldn’t see it.
“Yeah, see you in five.” I said, and then hung up. I refreshed my make up a bit and picked up my skate board and left the house. Mmm…steak.

It was Prom day. At school, gossip was at its highest, bullying at its lowest. Everyone was hyped up, even the lunch ladies, who were usually grumpy, were laughing and talking. It was creepy. I sat down gingerly and looked around, completely creeped out. Val and Nessie appeared a minute later.
“Does anyone else feel… creeped out?” I asked. They both nodded.
“I’m a bit disturbed, to tell the truth.” Nessie frowned. As they started a conversation, I thought about the boy from detention. I haven’t seen him anywhere…
As if he could read my mind, there he was. Val and Nessie jumped a bit. I looked up at him and blinked when he didn’t say anything.
“Can I talk to you for moment?” He asked, a faint accent lining his words. I frowned, but nodded. He held out a hand and I took it.
We headed outside next to my favorite tree. It was big enough to hide me from view of the lunchroom, but I could still see them. He sat down and pulled me next to him.
“I know what you are.” He stated. I blinked. Again. And again. I nodded slowly for him to continue. He cleared his throat before going on.
“Well, you’re dead. And so am I. The king sent me here to tell you why.” He explained. I swallowed before talking.
“Why?” he knew what I meant.
“Some people are meant to be… more. You, you’re Resilient, a Feeder, if you will.” he explained.
“What are you?” I asked.
“I’m a Pyro, fire’s my thing.” He said, smirking a bit.
“Who is the king?”
“King Antonio is the king of the Hollow, where most of us reside.” He stated.
“What’s a Feeder?” I asked, frowning again.
“A Feeder is a person who can collect energy,