Now let me describe myself at this time: I had shoulder length hair that was kind of wavy. I loved it; it was a nice shade of brown that matched well...with my brown eyes. I was fairly skinny and in great shape, with tits that were bordering on becoming a B cup. I wore a very low cut tank top (dark grey with white butterflies) and my favorite jeans at the time (Tie died Buffalo jeans).Sheldon was a little bit taller then me. He was the same age as me, 16. He came from Alberta. He had the. Fuck! Did the Alpha of Alphas fuck my girl? Do you think he told her that I touched his cock? That I couldn’t stop staring at his cock? That I got hard when he mentioned her name? I tried not to think about it, but it was a futile task. I made my way to Math class and sat beside Wendy.She took a quick sniff, and kissed me on the cheek, “This is much better.”Before I could say anything else, I said, “Darrell said ‘hey’.”Her smile quickly vanished and she asked, “Oh, how do you know Darrell?”I. I forgot it, I’m sorry.? Silence?. ?I told you that I take this very seriously?. ?Geez Max, I can tell you what I did this week; don’t be such a jerk about it.? I said. Starting to feel a little irritated at being treated like a child. Then something happened that I would never have expected and will never forget. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the men’s locker room. ?If you’re going to behave like a little brat, then I am going to treat you like one?. He sat down on the bench and. I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to.