TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 102: Chapter 102

: NOBODY
FREYA'S POV:
The sudden urge to puke overcomes me, and I gag before quickly blocking my mouth with my hand and swallowing it back down.
Lucas' face turns blue with horror, and Adam sets into panic mode.
"Holy shit... are you okay?"
"Yeah." I mutter, but I really don't feel okay
"You look green." Adam points out.
Suddenly, I feel so nauseous and dizzy.
"Okay, maybe I'm not okay." I confess.
I badly need to puke.
Lucas stands there, holding my books, too petrified to say anything. He probably thinks I'm disgusted by him but that's not really the case.
I just pictured his guts red, all bleedy and dangling out of his body.
Thinking about it again, I feel another puke coming again.
"Okay, that's it. I'm taking you to the nurse's office."
"No... I'm going to miss the first class." I whine.
"You can afford to miss it."
Before I can protest even more, he picks me up in his arms with much ease. I imagine I'm as light as a feather with the lack of flesh look I'm sporting.
I don't fight and let him carry me, but he pauses and turns back to Lucas, standing there like a statue with my books in hand.
"Don't just stand there, bring them along." He gestures to the books and his bag pack resting on the floor.
He nods, finally taking them and running after us.
After assessing my situation, the nurse diagnoses me as anemic (already knew that part) and stressed out.
The latter mostly explained why I had the urge to projectile vomit all of a sudden, the first was just a concern she pointed out.
She advised skipping the first day before leaving. Having the option with a doctor's note to boot just gives me a sense of calm.
All the while, the two large guys hang over my tiny frame, staring at me like I have some life threatening disease and could perish at any moment.
"Is there anything you need?" Adam asks.
I assume he needs to get me something to convince himself that he can be of some help in any way.
Honestly, I just want to sleep or go back to class, but I don't say that.
"A coke maybe...?"
"Sure."
He jumps up to his feet and steps out to get me what I need, leaving me alone with Lucas.
A long silence follows. It stretches on for a while. I start thinking that he really isn't going to say anything to me after what happened.
I mean, what could he say? He's already apologized a lot. He can't say he missed me because that would just be... just be a dark joke.
Asides being my only hope at escaping a prison cell, we didn't have much to say to each other, so I close my eyes and try to get a little nap till Adam gets back.
"How... how have you been?" He finally speaks.
I open my eyes again, staring up at the ceiling. "Trying to be good." I say with a little bitterness in my tone.
"Okay..." He replies dejected.
Good. I hadn't forgiven him, and I still wouldn't for a while.
"I know you're still angry, which you have every right to be of course... I just feel really... terrible. If there's any way I can make up for it..."
"If you feel terrible, it's not my problem or concern. I don't want to know how you feel. I don't want to bother myself with finding a way for you to make up for your shitty actions. If there's one, you figure it out yourself." I snap coldly.
When he had the chance to do something, he justified his actions constantly and ruined a part of myself I don't know if I can get back...
The fact that he's asking me this only makes me more pissed off.
He keeps quiet again, hanging his head low.
Perfect silence follows next, but my mind is already too riled up to bother falling asleep again. Now, I just want to head to class and keep my mind busy.
I throw the covers aside, sitting up and finally getting to my feet.
"You're leaving?" He asks.
Like I can spend another second with this guy.
"Yes." I can't stand him right now.
"What about Adam... he-"
"Tell him to meet me in class." I interrupt him.
He nods simply before asking again.
"Did you tell Xena?"
Now, I'm gnashing on my teeth, standing here with him with every passing second is only making me feel more livid.
For him to ask about Xena... when all he's cared about all this time was keeping her at arm's length, knowing fully well how much she cared about him with the excuse of prioritizing his fucked up loyalty to the Alpha King is pathetic.
Messed up childhood or not, Xena deserves so much better.
"I didn't. I believe it's your secret to tell." After giving him his answer, I leave before he can say another word.
I huff and puff all the way to class, fuming. If I was a cartoon, literal steam would be coming out of my ears.
I hate what he did so much. I hate that it was done to me, and I hate that I'm still unable to get over it and he thinks offering himself as some sort of personal slave would make things better.
If it was something smaller, maybe... But a huge part of me was taken away... something I have no idea I can ever get back.
And he has the audacity to ask me about Xena? That asshat.
I growl, angrily kicking a locker by the side in frustration.
"Whoa there... make sure not to hurt your feet."
I pause and turn round to see Adam, standing there holding the bottle of coke I had asked for minutes ago. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "Following you. Guess you couldn't wait for the coke." He says, handing it over to me. "Does it hurt?" He asks now, pointing to my feet.
"No, I'm fine. Thanks." I say, looking down at my drink.
The appetite for this is gone, but I'll keep it for later.
He doesn't say anything else while we walk to class surprisingly. I was expecting him to nag and convince me on why I should be on a bed right now, but he's awfully quiet.
Till we reach the doorway of the ongoing class, and I pause.
Silas is in there...
"You wanna go in?" Adam asks with this little sad smile on his lips that make me wonder why he's so against me going to class today.
"Uhm..."
"You don't have to if you don't want to." Now, it's like his eyes are begging.
"It's fine, I will. You probably can't though. I'm the one with the nurses letter." I point out.
He nods and steps aside. "I'll be waiting by the door once the bell rings."
I nod, taking in deep breaths. It's now or never. I take a step in just as the class grows quiet from the sudden intrusion and also because of my unwarranted fame.
As I show the teacher the pass, my eyes look to where he sits, right at the back, then around each row, searching...
He's not here.
I feel a bit relax... but why isn't he in class?
"You may have a seat now, Miss Willow." The teacher says, gesturing to a free seat right in front.
I force myself to move naturally and sit down while my mind races.
Why isn't he in class?
He's a trouble maker, but he wasn't one to miss classes, especially the ones we both shared. Initially, it had annoyed me how he was consistent in doing that just to get on my nerve... but now, it made no sense.
Or maybe, he was just still so busy and also going to skip the first day...
Damn it.
I don't know anything right now, and he hasn't texted or called at all, so I really have no clue.
For this reason, my mind is blank while the class continues, unable to focus.
And not just that, the next two classes that rolls by after, he shows up for none of them, making it much more clear that he's not going to show up at all today. So, will he tomorrow? Or the next?
I mean, I was scared of running into him, but now,
I'm worried that something is wrong.
It's a gut feeling.
Adam keeps trying to cheer me up when he can, but
I'm just not in the mood for it, so he lets me be for the rest of the time.
Once it's time for lunch and the bell rings, I'm extremely exhausted and begin considering missing the rest of the day and just go home to sleep.
And maybe, finally text him... find out if he's okay, if his father has possibly done something to him. "Hey." Adam walks over to my seat, standing over me as the rest of the students begin filing out. "Are you going to go for lunch?"
I sigh, tired.
"Maybe... you can go ahead though. I'll text you if I'm coming."
He says nothing still, standing there and I notice the detached look in his eyes. He seems upset, and I immediately assume it's because of my attitude. Before I can say anything, he walks away though, and
I feel even much worse. This is definitely a sign from the universe for me to just go back to my dorm room and sleep, before I annoy more people with my bad mood.
So, I pick my books and step out, heading to my locker.
The hall way is almost deserted, so I'm kind of fine on my own without feeling clustered and anxious. Even though, I want to leave.
walking
As I round a corner into the hall leading to my locker,
I feel it.
It's a weird sensation in my chest, like a sudden yearn that feels strong enough to startle me.
Suddenly, my wolf is in unrest inside me, scratching at my walls.
An instinct takes over and I turn to my left. Just like that, the entire background surrounding him fades away as I spot him casually walking up the path
I had just passed...
Silas.
My breath gets caught up in my throat, and I freeze like a deer infront of headlights.
Damn.
A draft flies in from nowhere, only lightly brushing the end of his black hair away from his face.
It's only been a week, but he looks so good and better than the last time we had parted. Dressed in a simple black shirt and black loose jeans with a bag pack casually hanging over one shoulder. And for some reason, he's moving in slow-mo... I know this is all in my head, but he's perfect and I remember that I'm nervous. Asides forgetting how to breathe and my heart pumping so hard it could burst my chest open, my palms grow sweaty and I want to hide before he sees me and walks over.
I need to pre-rehearse the lines in my head, so I don't sound stupid.
While I frantically worry over all these things, his eyes finally meet mine.
Instantly, there's a magnetic pull, calling my entire being to him. My wolf feels it too because she howls and begins pining for him.
I think he does as well, because only for a fucking brief moment, I see something - burning, wild and wanting.
That is before he looks the other way and passes me by like I'm a nobody.