AN: Part Three is now posting!

Thanks to cargrl, souvikkundu0017, and twi nana for reviewing last chapter, and to all who follow, fave, review, and read these stories!

Here is a teaser! Please add Poly World: Uniting the Alphas to your following list because this is the last update for this one!

Willie's POV

After I said goodbye to my mom and sister and got inside, I signed in at the office. The woman behind the desk, Ms. Cope, gave me my info packet for first-time students and I thanked her and headed off to find my locker. Then I followed the map to find my homeroom. Finally, in homeroom, I saw Sam. He waved me over.

"Willie, hey, man, good to see you. Steve, this is Willie, he's new to the school but our dads are best friends so we grew up together." Sam explained, doing the weird handshake thing he always did.

It might have been an overtly masculine gesture from anyone else, but from Sam it just made me feel like I was a part of the inner circle, even if I didn't know who his circle really was yet.

"Dude! Good to meet you. Any friend of Sam's, Man." The boy named Steve smiled. He was undeniably attractive but not really my type. He was blonde and looked like a surfer. Definitely a jock. Not that jocks were bad, they just didn't tend to be big fans of mine.

"Likewise." I nodded and smiled politely.

The homeroom teacher began speaking and soon it was time to leave for our first class.

"I have Math, what do you have?" I asked Sam nervously as we headed out of the room.

"Oh sweet, me too!" He grinned, looking at my timetable. "You'll love Mr. Parsons, he's cool. Last year I had Varner and he was kind of a jerk, but Parsons is really decent, he also teaches Automotives so I had him for that last year," he assured me as we headed to Math.

Well, that was a relief, at least.

We arrived in class and found seats together. We were the first ones and nearly everyone who came in after us seemed to know Sam. That was a good sign.

And the teacher went easy on us for the first day which was good too. Math was my best class, so I wasn't worried, but still, having a nice teacher right out of the gate made me less nervous.

"Sorry I'm late, Teach. I had trouble finding the right class." A voice said partway through the class period. I looked up from the textbook we were supposed to skim through to get an idea of the material.

"Ah yes, you must be Cullen comma Emmett?" Mr. Parsons nodded, motioning him to the last available seat, near the back.

If I had thought Steve from homeroom looked like a jock, this Emmett guy was the epitome of one. Every inch of his physique screamed football player. He was big and burly with a dopey, youthful look about him. And he was so good looking he made Steve look like a guppy fish. But again, in spite of looking like a Calvin Klein ad, he really wasn't my type.

Not that I was looking. I really didn't need any distractions. But I wasn't blind. I still knew eye candy when I saw it. And it was possible to admire without attempting to sample.

Not that any of the guys here would be sampleable anyway. Most of them would be straight or at least presenting themselves that way. So it was the safest thing to just assume they all were until I found out otherwise.

After everyone managed to stop staring at Emmett, and the girls all picked their chins up off the floor, it was back to our textbooks until the bell rang.

AN: There's a sample to wet your appetite! Now go read the rest!