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A/N: Okay, so let us recap. Looking at all the votes thus far, Roman Reigns is in the lead with 8 votes, Undertaker and Baron Corbin (who I'm rooting for) are tied for second with 4 votes, Randy Orton is in third with three votes (lol), Braun Strowman has 2 votes in fourth, and Seth Rollins and an unspecified "Other" are tied for dead last with 1 vote. I lowkey want Baron to win. I'm trying to be fair but it might end up with him anyway hahaha.
-Charbrose: Thank you so much! You're the sweetest.
-Calwitch/ LadyBlackHat: Goddamn, Roman can't even get a break in the fanfiction world either. Thanks for the read and review, guys!
-Obsessedtakerfan: I guess so. We shall see lol. Cross your fingers and toes.
This getting kinda long and if I didn't respond to you, I apologize and I'll get to you next chapter! The poll will also stay up until the next chapter. Anywhore, on with the show.
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"...m-mate?!" Bambi squeaked.
The usual sounds of the weight room vanished. There was no clashing of metal meeting metal. No grunts and heavy breathing. No yelling coaches. Everything was trained on this moment determined by the Fates. The man closed his eyes and breathed deeply before growling again. This one was deep and guttural, almost echoing in his chest. And it brought Bambi to her knees. She could feel the throaty noises in her fucking bones, in her head. She looked up, shivering, at the man and promptly wished she hadn't. The look in his eyes was...hungry. He looked back at her with the eyes of an animal that hadn't had a morsel of food in years. She felt like if he so chose to consume her in that moment, he could and she'd be defenseless against him. His stature in comparison to her own left little to imagine what an altercation would look like between them, but this-this hold he had on her was an even greater advantage. Bambi had never felt weaker or more defenseless in her life.
He reached a hand out toward her. Blurry eyes saw that he had ink on that arm. She could feel the warmth of his hand as it hovered closer and closer around her throat. Bambi closed her eyes and let it all go. She was powerless to stop anything. Her body was pliant and her mind fuzzy, both sabotaged by this Alpha's presence. A single fingertip brushed the sensitive skin of her neck and she hissed.
And then it was gone. She waited and waited but there was no contact. A series of curses and yelling made her pop her eyes open to see that the man was no longer in front of her. Several large bodies ran past her and Bambi released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She felt a bit more in control of herself. That overpowering scent wasn't on top of her anymore. She turned, well more let her head fall to the side and saw bodies piling on one another and she could smell that a mass concentration of that scent was under all those boys. One boy flew backwards and fell at her feet. He clutched his chest, coughing harshly. A boot shaped print was set in the middle of his naked chest. Bambi looked back over and saw one long, jean-clad leg sticking out of the pile. The other boys shuffled around quickly and looked to be trying their damndest to keep the origin of that goddamn scent down on the floor. Another boy flew across the floor and landed with a thud.
"LET. ME. GO!"
Bambi felt another shiver overtake her. She suddenly felt an urge to go help the Alpha under the pile, but she stayed where she was. Nevertheless, she watched, unable to do much else. Her body felt as though she were drugged.
"Get him outta here!" A portly coach yelled, waddling over to the pile. "Look son, ya gotta calm down now. Ya gotta stop."
He was answered with a grating snarl as another boy was hurled at the coach. They both fell backwards into a heap.
Bambi watched in fascination as large boys were tossed like ragdolls across the room, only to struggle to their feet and hurl themselves back onto the pile. She didn't know how to feel. No, she did. Fear. Bambi felt fear. A room full of young, strong alphas and they were unable to control just one, meaning he was the strongest. And he wanted her...claimed they were mates. What she could do if he decided he wanted her? Nothing. She could do nothing; he would just take her and no one would be able to stop him. Bambi moaned weakly in fear.
A loud scream was heard as one boy stumbled away from the heap clutching his shoulder. He cried out loudly and made his way to the mirrors lining the wall. Bambi, a few boys, and the coaches watched him; the latter two wary to approach him fearing the worst. The boy panted harshly, seemingly dead on his feet. He slowly removed his hand and revealed a large, bleeding gash on his shoulder. He screamed again and his eyes rolled before he toppled backwards. He was unconscious. Two other boys rushed to his aide and Bambi quaked, absolutely terrified. Not only was this Alpha strong but he was violent. Maybe she should've stayed home.
Suddenly, Bambi was snatched up by her shirt and pulled away from the scene quickly. Since she'd looked away from the scuffle, she thought the Alpha had gotten her so she screamed.
"Shhhh!"
She screamed again and was answered with a loud, nasty growl from the quickly receding room.
"Be fucking quiet! I'm not him! I'm not him!" The mystery man whispered harshly as he pulled her from the room. Bambi felt herself relax as she was carried off. They went a little way before entering a different room. The room was basically all white and smelled sterile. He placed her down onto a bed and closed the door before locking it. Bambi watched the boy shuffle around gathering things. He lifted her head and placed a pillow under it before laying a blanket over her. She closed her eyes and relaxed even more and then heard a faucet running. The mystery man walked over to her.
"Here, sit up and drink this."
Bambi did so, looking at him all the while. Her vision had cleared back up the further away from that scent she got. But the Alpha from before still somewhat lingered on her senses.
"How do you feel?"
She nodded. "Better. I felt like weak before. That's never happened to me."
"I've never seen anything like that either. What the fuck were you even doing there?"
"I-it's my first block."
"What?!" Bambi flinched. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell, but I don't think that's a good idea."
"I-is that guy in that class too?"
"Nah. He's actually in college. He just came to visit. Some of the old ball players come to see us and the coaches and workout while they're here. He shouldn't be around too often. But I suggest you change classes anyway."
"But why? And who are you by the way?"
"Oh, my name is Seth. What's yours?"
"I'm Bambi. Seth, why do I need to change classes? I can be strong and lift the weighty things."
Seth snorted. "You mean dumbbells?"
"Yeah...sure. Those. I can do it!" Seth laughed loudly. "Hey! Don't laugh at me! I'm strong!" She punched the air with one little fist. Seth doubled over, laughing hysterically and Bambi pouted.
"Ahahaha yuh-you AHAHAHAHA!" Bambi balled up her little paper cup and tossed it at the teary eyed boy. "I can't breathe- AHAHAHAAAA!"
"Are you done?"
Seth clutched his belly and a few more chuckles escaped him before he took a deep breath. "Hehehe wooo… Man, that was funny."
"I don't think I like you very much."
"Oh hush. I just saved your little butt from being eaten just now." He watched her eyes go wide.
"He was gonna eat me?!" She squeaked.
"Well, not literally. Then again, I'm sure he'd love to eat a part of you alright." Seth smirked at her, but Bambi just looked confused.
"...What?"
"What do you mean what?"
"I don't understand what you mean. Was that supposed to be a joke?"
Seth was somewhat offended. Everyone thought he was funny. "What'd you say your name was again?"
"Bambi."
"Yeah… that seems about right."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" She said, pointing a finger at Seth.
"Nothing, kid, calm down. So you new here or what?"
"Yeah. I've never been to school before. This is my first year."
"What? Are you serious?"
"Yeah, my mom would always say that I'm special and it was too dangerous for me to go outside."
Quickly, Seth out 2 and 2 together and understood why Bambi's parents kept her cooped up for so long.
"That explains a lot."
"It does?"
"Yeah, it does", Seth stroked his chin in thought, "Did they ever really explain why it was dangerous?"
Bambi thought for a moment, wanting to dredge up a memory of some kind. "No, I don't really remember. Just that I couldn't leave."
"Well, trust me. You should change classes. And really avoid alphas as much as you can."
"But why? How do you know what's best for me? Do you know something I don't?!"
"Stop screeching. Jesus. But your parents are right. You are different. Just do what I say and your school year will go by a lot smoother."
"Tell me why!"
"What did I say!"
Bambi looked down sheepishly. "Sorry."
"In any case", Seth suddenly looked uncomfortable, "I don't think it's my place to say."
The two sat in silence for a while, both deep in thought. Seth, about whether he should be the one to tell Bambi why she couldn't leave the house, and Bambi, about all that had transpired.
"Seth?"
"Yeah?"
"W-who was that guy? The one that tried to-to well...whatever he was trying to do… He called me his mate."
Seth sighed. He really wished she wouldn't ask, but now there was no escaping it. It concerned him that Bambi was supposedly mated to his former teammate, but if she was...there'd be no stopping him. The guy had a reputation for a lot of things and Bambi seemed to be as innocent as they come.
"Well, he used to be my teammate here on the football team. Crazy athlete. But he kinda has issues. He's been known to get violent when he's angry. And I've heard some horror stories. He's also had some run-ins with girls too", he heard Bambi squeak and rushed to placate her, "B-but nothing too horrible...I guess."
"Nothing too horrible?! He bit that guy!"
"Yeah, well…"
"W-what's his name?"
"Why? Just forget about it and change classes, Bambi. He's bad news and you need to stay away from him."
"Please tell me, Seth."
Seth cursed under his breath. She was so cute, he couldn't tell her no, but he didn't want her to get any more involved with the situation.
"You gotta promise me that, if I tell you, you won't search him out and you'll change classes."
"Okay, I promise." Bambi felt bad, she'd told a lie. Seth looked at her suspiciously before sighing and running a hand down his face.
"Okay. Okay, his name is-"
"What's going on in here, Seth?" The nurse walked in suddenly, spooking them both.
"Nothing, Mrs. Wilson. This girl uh, became faint in-in weight training, so I brought her here."
"Oh okay. That's fine. And what have I told you? You can call me Natalya or Nattie." The blonde woman smiled warmly. Bambi already liked her.
Seth chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah, right. Sorry, Nattie. Uhh, I should get back to class. I'll see you around lunch, Miss Natalya", he looked over at Bambi, "I gotta go. Hope you feel better." Seth quickly made his way over to the door.
"W-wait!" Seth paused. "You didn't tell me… ya know."
"I gotta go." He quickly disappeared. Bambi felt her face drop. He'd left her there. And she still didn't get the Alpha's name.
"So what's your name, hun?"
"Oh, uh, I'm Bambi."
"Aww, what a pretty name."
Bambi blushed. "Th-thank you."
"No problem, dear. How are you feeling? Do you have any medication that you're supposed to take or do you just want to lay down for a while longer?"
"Uh, n-no. I think I'm okay. I think I'll just go to class now. I think the bell is going to ring soon, so I'm just gonna head to my next class."
"Oh okay. Well if you start feeling bad, just come on back and I'll see what I can do for you. Okay?"
"Yes ma'am. Thank you." Bambi gathered her things and made her way out the door.
She was still a bit wobbly on her feet but she was determined to get through the rest of the day. She looked down at her schedule and perused the halls for a while until she stumbles across her next class "Sculpting 1101". The bell rang loudly right as she walked up to the door. The hallways flooded quickly, so Bambi pressed herself against the wall and waited for the room to clear. Another tsunami of scents flooded her senses, but it wasn't nearly as bad as being in the room filled with aggressive alphas. This was more a mixture. It was gonna take some getting used to. As she stood there, chatter from the other teens filled the hall, some of it peeking her interest. She also ignored the frequent glances that got thrown her way.
Yoooo, you hear about that shit from this morning?! Dude it was -
I heard he almost killed Coach Jones!
They said he went fucking crazy! And he bit Theo!
I heard they arrested his ass. Good riddance. Hate that guy.
It was over some bitch.
Bambi knew they were talking about the Alpha from this morning. She listened hard, hoping to hear a name thrown in there but it was useless. People were having several different conversations at once, and for all she knew his name could've been Lucille or Deshawn. Bambi sighed. She felt worn down already and it was only second block.
When the last person exited the classroom, Bambi quickly shuffled her way inside and took a seat in the back of the room. She looked up to see the teacher staring at her with a crooked smile on his face. Was he laughing at her?
"You must be my new kid." He said with a Carolina twang lacing his voice.
"Y-yes, Sir." Bambi squeaked. She didn't want to draw attention to herself as more kids filed in.
"Ya don't have to be so nervous, girl. At least not here. It's all love here in the Imag-I-Nation."
Bambi was officially confused but politely smiled and nodded. Seemingly pleased, the teacher turned and began writing on the chalkboard. Bambi decided to busy herself by rifling around in her bag. She was still so nervous about being in school. Would she make friends? Would the teachers all be nice? What if the curriculum is too difficult? What if that Alpha shows up again? So many questions, too little answers.
"You're in my seat."
Bambi swiveled around quickly and looked up to see a boy with red hair and a lip ring looking down at her.
"W-what?"
"I said you're in my seat. Like right now. Like your ass is planted in my seat and I would love for it not to be."
"Oh, oh! I'm so, so sorry", Bambi jumped out of the seat, knocking her bag over, "Dang it! I'm sorry. I'll be outta your way. I'm so so sorry. I didn't realize the seats were assigned."
The boy rolled his eyes before stooping down to help Bambi pick up her scattered items. "They're not assigned, but they might as well be. I sit here every day, so that's my seat… Ya know how that goes."
Bambi paused, and scrunched up her nose. "No, not really. I've never been to school before."
The boy look shocked. "What? How have you never been to school before?"
Before Bambi could answer, the bell rang.
"Okay everybody, get in your seats please. Paul, shut the door please."
The other kid picked up Bambi's stuff and put it on the table before taking his seat. Bambi followed suit and sat in the chair next to him. Everyone else took their seats, but they all seemed a bit restless. Some glancing around almost frantically, and others sniffing the air.
'I wonder what that's all about.'
"Okay class! Welcome to Sculpting 1101! Most of you had me in your prior art classes, but for those of you haven't, my name is Jeff Hardy and I'll be your teacher. You can call me Jeff if you like; I don't really care. Today, being the first day, will be a free day. Before we get into the heavy stuff, I'll just pass out balls of clay for everyone to work on. Sound good?" Everyone nodded. "Awesome. Gimme two seconds."
"What's your name?"
Bambi startled. "Oh, uh, I'm Bambi."
"Hmmm… that seems about right."
"Hey! Why does everyone keep saying that?!"
"Hahaha Jesus, calm down. My name's Phil", he stuck his hand out to shake, "But everyone calls me Punk."
"Nice to meet you, Punk." Bambi said, smiling and shaking Punk's hand.
"So tell me again how you've never been to school."
"Oh well, my parents had me home schooled for a very long time. I think I may have gotten to like third grade before I was pulled out of school indefinitely."
"Damn, girl. Why though? Isn't it like important and shit for kids to be in school so they can, I dunno… socialize and shit?"
"I don't really know. They never told me. Just said I was different and it'd be dangerous." Punk caught the eye of an Alpha female across the room staring at Bambi. He narrowed his eyes at her and she snarled before turning away.
"Huh. It's probably because you stink."
"WHAT?!"
The entire class stopped molding and turned to look at the pair. Bambi felt her cheeks flame and dropped her head on the desk.
"Okay. Go about your business, people. Jeez. Can't someone have a nervous breakdown without everyone staring? Gosh." The other kids gave them spared them no other glances and turned away. "Pick your head up, Jesus…"
"I-I stink?"
Punk shook his head. "No, I meant that, your scent is strong. You walk around smelling very loud. Like your scent is too fucking strong, and it also smells slightly off."
"What do you mean off?"
"Just off. Do you take medication?"
Bambi looked wary. "Yes."
"That's probably what it is. It seeps from your pores."
"Oh God. Is it that bad?"
"The off smell", Bambi nodded, "No, but it's present. But it's probably for the better if you keep taking your meds if they are what I think they are. And they probably are, so I understand why you're only just now getting into school."
"What does that mean?
"To be honest, you should probably ask your folks. It'd be pretty shitty for me to speak and not know what the fuck is going on. Or why."
Bambi could understand that, but it didn't make her feel any better. It suddenly felt like everyone knew something she didn't. She would definitely have to ask her parents what was going on. She was too old to be kept in the dark about stuff dealing with her own body.
"So what made you take Jeff's class?"
"Nothing particularly. I just like artsy stuff so I decided on this. What about you?"
"Well other than also liking 'artsy stuff', I've had Jeff's classes since freshman year. He's my favorite teacher and person here."
"And you're my favorite student, Punky." Hardy passed by them with a smirk on his face.
Bambi watched Punk blush a bit. It was cute. Punk cleared his throat.
"So yeah. Anyway, have you talked to anyone here yet?"
"Um yeah actually! This guy naaamed...uh… Seth! Yeah, Seth!"
"Ew."
"What? Why 'ew'?"
"Why was one of the meatheads your first choice in friends?"
"Well it wasn't really a choice. He just got me out of a bad situation this morning and we talked some."
"Uh huh. Well. I'm more interesting anyway, so just stick with me from now on. Cool?" Bambi smiled brightly. Punk squinted his eyes, and waved at her. "Jesus Christ you're gonna blind me with that bright ass smile! Put it away! It's like a supernova is going off in your face."
The young omega laughed at Punk. She was feeling a little more upbeat about school now that she had made a friend. Maybe it wouldn't all be so bad. But lingering doubt about what was wrong with her lingered in the back of her mind. She needed to have a sit down with her mom.
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A/N: Alrighty then. Mystery Man was not revealed in this chapter. Sorry, not sorry. I'll let the voting continue until the next chapter. So what'd you guys think? Good? Bad? Something you wanna see in particular?
