The Female Alpha dog
(title is a work in progress)

By: Attraction Fatale
Rated: T for innuendo and swearing, may be changed to M at a later date
Summerary: A " Disreputable History of Frankie Landau Banks" fanfic. Alpha thinks about Frankie, during the Christmas break.
Disclaimer:... I do not own the characters, namely Alpha, Frankie and Matthew, because in case you havn't noticed this is posted on a site called FANfiction. Ergo, I don't have any claim to the fundamental base of this story.

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All that work... just to prove she was good enough. To prove to us? to herself? that she could.

Damn! Why am I thinking about that psycho?

Frankie Landau Banks

She nearly got me expelled, (temporarily) robbed me of my best friend, and led the dogs on a merry dance across campus.

Power hungry bitch.

But, she upped my rep. She came up with all those amazing crazy pranks, and proved that we totally underestimated her. She's the female Alpha dog. The she-wolf of the school.

No! No no no no no no! No!

I can't think like that. She lied, stalked us, controlled us, and almost let me take the fall. She would have too, if Matthew hadn't found out. But, she is pretty, and smart... and bad.

Focus Alpha, no matter how great, gorgeous, and perfectly suited she is to be your she wolf; she's not a nice person.

But, she smells really good, like that kind of mint, the one that's a blue coloured gum, peppermint. Sharp, and yummy, all in one. Oh shit, why am I thinking about how she smells...? How freaking stupid that I always use to claim that I was immune to whipping, then this chick comes along and Bam! I'm in my room, thinking about how she smells! Damn, double damn!

But I can see her, sitting with us again, her wavy brown hanging down her back, and her sharp beauty right across from me. But this time, she's looking at me like I'm the person she likes, not Matthew. Leaving the caf by my side, and my hands holding her small ones.

I can imagine her putting that quick tongue of hers to, well not better, but other uses. I want to make her stop thinking for a long time; I want to make that genius brain of hers go blank with sensory overload.

I want to feel her small body pressed against mine, I want to let everyone know that she's mine!

WTF!!! What am I thinking? She's a freaking danger. Not to mention Matthew would really be hurt if I even started talking to her. How would he react if he found out about that email to thealphadog... I kinda regret that email, I was drunk after all. But at least I wasn't drunk enough to tell her the other reason I didn't want to be her friend... I wouldn't be satisfied.

I want, no, need her to be mine.

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Okay, so this got stuck in my brain after reading the disreputable history of Frankie Landau Banks, by E. Lockhart. The darned plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone, so I had to write it up. If by some miracle some of you actually read this, please review, though, I doubt you will. Also, if someone ever asks me, I might write a sequel in which Alpha might actually do something. No promises though.