THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma gritted her teeth as she examined the guy in front of her, not exactly sure of where her anger was coming from her; whether it was from the fact that the guy she had considered her good friend and a brother at one point was a foe, or the fact that with each passing day, she was discovering that each person she had known in her life had been spies in fact. She wondered if the same was true with Amelia and her family. She might not survive the blow if Amelia was to be her foe too. She thought, remembering how she had met Casper.

Casper had been a class ahead of her in highschool. A rich cassanova, he had been every lady’s dream, well, apart from her. At that time, her female classmates had rated her abnormal for not having a crush on the very handsome dude, including her sister. Amelia has almost gone nuts for the dude, an act that had lessened her love for the senior, if there had been any.

But one day, when the teachers had been called into the principal’s office for an exclusive meeting, the senior students had been ladened with the responsibility to keep the juniors quiet and busy. Well, it turned out that Casper had been assigned to their class.

Then, it had been all noise when he had stepped in, the guys had hailed him for he was the captain of the school’s football team, and the girls, (well we know all know how the girls had acted), they had almost pushed him down with hugs and much fawning, only her had remained on her seat, too engrossed in a novel she had been reading, to notice or partake in the commotion going on her class, until he had stopped by her table and snatched up the book away from her hands.

“Didn’t you see me come in?” He had asked, and she, at first furious at who had had the audacity to stop her weird enjoyment, had balked in surprise at his presence close to her, not that she had been won over by his beautiful face, but for the fact that he had the time to stop by their class. He had been so full of himself, and still was, she thought as she trailed her eyes from the hair of his head to the shoes on his feet. A proud peacock.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

That day, that moment, it had taken only a second for her to digest that surprising fact before she had stood up and snatched the book back away from his hand, before sitting down and flipping the pages of the book, continuing from where she had stopped. She had bit back a smile, noticing the dead silence in the class, she knew that she had outdone his thoughts. She hadn’t really played according to his tune. She had been happy for that, her smile zoning off the next second when he had dragged her up roughly, holding her by the arm, out of the class.

“Hey, what was that for?” She had asked, crossing her arms on her chest, glaring at him furious for his barbaric act.

Casper then, who had been surprised, surprised and angry, had sunk his fingers deep within his black hair, not believing that for the first time, a girl hadn’t been moved by his ‘handsomeness’.

He had let her go some minutes later, without saying a word; he had just stared at her until she had gotten tired and had walked away from him, back to the class. But after then, he had never let her go, always eating with her in the cafeteria, and wanting to be close with her. For a month and more, she had been happy with the attention, even though she had entered the black book of many girls, especially his classmates. But that had stopped when he had finally asked her out.

It had been during the weekends, he had come to visit her as usual. During their discussions about the country’s politics, he had blanked out and when she had called him unto it, he had dropped a kiss on her lips, asking her out thereafter. She had asked for time and space, shocked, and not knowing what to say. He had obliged.

During the two weeks break in their friendship, she had discovered that hadn’t had feelings for him, had been surprised at herself, but having no option had conveyed the truth to him. He hadn’t taken it lightly. He had gone bonkers to an extent, had asked her why she had let him close to her if she hadn’t had any iota feeling for him, and she had replied that she had thought he wanted to be friends at least, reason why she hadn’t pushed him away when he had started coming closer to her.

It had been more than a month before they had started talking again.. This time he had apologized for his rude outbursts and his ignoring act whenever he had seen her, and she had accepted the apology, though making it clear that they could only be friends. He had agreed, and had started calling her, sister, mentioning that he had always wished for a younger sister. And she had gotten into the groove too, calling him brother. At one time, they had gotten tickets to a concert because the seller had thought that they were siblings and had thought it wrong that one should stay back whilst the other would attend, and so had given them an extra, which had been against the rules. The relationship had continued, till he had abruptly disappeared from school, from her life. She had missed him so much, his jokes and companionship. He had been the big brother that she had never had.

And now, a year later, he was standing in front of her, smirking like he had done nothing wrong, on the side of those who wanted her dead, or maybe worse.

She bit her lips as she considered that it had been the same thing that Daniel had done, only that she had liked Daniel, and he had been working for Queen Zipfarah.

Who was Casper working for? Leonarya?

Is it because of some lame prophecy that she had been lied to all her life? Damn the prophet and the prophecy! She thought, annoyed.

Then, she sighed, feeling tired of everything, tired of the anger she was even feeling. She was tired.

“What do you want?” She asked sullenly, aware that Ava’s arm was still hooked on hers, and that the latter was shivering in fear.