TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 119: Chapter 119

: GRAND APOLOGIES
FREYA'S POV:
When I returned to the room later that day, the room had been cleaned up.
The broken glass shards were all gone, my mattress had been pulled from the corner it had been tossed into and the bed laid.
Everything was spotless.
The entire mess was gone, and so was Xena.
I had been grateful for the stillness, especially since the rain's rage had calmed, and Xena's absence had given me the chance to think about my pathetic lonely life without a single person I could call my own.
Because even if Xena had nothing to do with the prank, she still threw all reasoning to wind when it came to Lucas and he was an enemy.
I slept off and when I woke up, she had never returned. Even all through the night till Sunday morning came; even then, she never showed.
It was like the room had been deserted for me and the guilt did begin to settle. More and more, the notion that I was indeed alone set in.
It's Monday morning now and I've heard nothing of Xena since more than 24 hours ago...
Just lovely.
I walk down the busy hall of school by myself. It feels more lonely having gotten used to the company Xena and Adam offered.
It hits differently though, knowing I had been some charity case to Xena and points for Adam to win whatever stupid bet they had set between them.
School is just filled with awful people.
I move to my locker, swinging the door open to get my schedule in order.
I have half the mind to call in sick today and just sleep in the nurse's office for the rest of today... I don't want to face them with the shared classes we still had.
"Hey."
I slam my locker door shut to see Elena just behind it, greeting me with a wide grin plastered on her face, and I'm instantly ticked off.
Here to gloat over her being right all this time, I suppose.
I glare at her.
"What?" I ask bluntly.
"I came to say hi to one of my project partners." She smiles too sweetly that I feel sick just looking at it.
Ha...
About that project, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to fail just one thing. My perfect record would be ruined... but who cares at this point, really?
It's not like I have a family or anyone that's going to be disappointed if I fail.
I have only myself.
"Just tell me why you're really here, Elena." I say dryly.
"Well... after you left, Silas took it really bad. He was locked up in his room all Sunday and hasn't responded to any of my text." She pouts, and it's disgusting.
"How is that my business?"
"Are you going to forgive him?" She suddenly throws the question.
I'm taken aback immediately. Those words I had never expected her to say. Wasn't it her that made sure I found out about the bet?
"I'm sorry, do you want me to forgive him?"
"Actually, I don't." She admits.
Okay, now I'm confused, but who cares?
"So, why are you here again?"
"Regardless of if you forgive him or not, what happens next is inevitable, Freya. Even if he can't live without you, all that would change once we're mated. It's our destiny to be paired together."
"If it was, don't you think the Moon goddess would have made that pair herself?" I point out, breaking that little delusional bubble of hers.
She chuckles as that wide grin of her cracks a bit.
"There's a reason a mating bond can be forced without being formed from birth. She knows that she can make mistakes and not bind two souls that are more than alike, so she allows us to choose our mates in the event that is a mistake." She explains her nonsense indepthly.
Isn't that like blasphemy, saying she made a mistake? Well, whatever, it's none of my business.
"Whatever, Elena. Do you want me to wish you good luck, or bless your union?"
"No... I just don't want to see you go through the heartbreak more than you've suffered. You're a unique girl, Freya. I don't want you to make the mistake of falling for his charms and thinking for a second to get closer to him again, because no matter what, Silas and I are inevitable, and you will be left behind."
I clench my fist, listening to every word she spits out with that innocent look in her eyes, emphasizing the fact that no matter what I did or let myself think, I would only ever be a passing thought in everyone's mind...
And at some point, everything would revolve around her and not me. Well... I don't think I want it anymore.
"Good for you." I mutter under my breath, biting on my lower lip.
Good for them that they get to be together. They both fit themselves perfectly.
"Thank you, Freya. You see, all I want is us to be on good terms like the first day we met, before I move into this new chapter of my life with Silas."
She smiles sweetly, placing her hand on my shoulder as though we've been friends for years without a drop of bad blood.
My wolf is filled with rage and wants to reach out and scratch that snobby smile away from her face as she boasts about her potential happy ending with Silas.
Gosh, I really hate this bitch.
My wolf immediately feels Silas' presence close by and desperately calls my attention to it, so I turn left before thinking about it on instinct.
My eyes spot him easily amidst the crowd, walking down towards our direction.
She scratches at me like usual, wanting to close the gap between us and meet Silas, but I don't.
She needs to understand that we cannot have Silas even if it was something we could want.
Even just looking at him inspires pain in my chest. A rippling pain paralyzes me momentarily before I forcefully pry my eyes away from his figure.
"Well... look who's here - my future mate." She coos, smiling at his figure that slowly approaches us.
I fall into this kind of mini panic where my hands are really sweaty and the room suddenly begins spinning and the walls grow closer and closer.
I feel nauseous and queasy, and I just want to get out of there and puke in the nearest restroom available.
Only Elena blocks my front and Silas is too close now to make my escape.
"Baby!" She says, gleefully walking up to him and expecting some kind of hug from him.
Eyes that have followed him since he stepped into school remain on him now.
And just as Elena swoops closer to him, he ducks her like the plague and continues walking forward with his eyes on me.
Fuck.
I make a break for it, avoiding his eyes and casually walking away like it's not me that he's trying to talk to, but a small crowd's already gathering, watching the madness unfold.
A small crowd that completely blocks my escape route.
"Freya?" I hear him and pause finally.
My breathing is already rushed and most of the emotions I had successfully pushed deep down inside me begin resurfacing again.
Hot boiling anger and hatred and love and sadness, all bubbling up inside me, as tears well up in my eyes. Why does he choose to do this here when everyone is watching?
I slowly turn to him and he's on his fucking knees with a rose in his hand, pulled out from only goddess knows where.
My heart rate has already doubled in pace just as everyone gasps in shock.
"Freya... I know this is probably the wrong time to do this, but I'm sorry." He begins with sad puppy dog eyes.
The whispering around increases.
"I hurt you constantly, and I'm mean to you for no reason most times. I've taken advantage of your trust but I swear, what I feel for you is real, every bit of it. I'm ready to shout to the entire world so they know how much you mean to me." He continues, raising the rose up to me.
While my pounding heart echoes in my ears, coupled with the pressure of peering and judging eyes, I look up and see Elena standing a few feet ahead. You'd expect her to be pissed that her boyfriend is kneeling right infront of another girl like it's a proposal, but she isn't.
Her face is stoic and unbothered, like she knows none of this will last, like she knows no matter what I say or what he does, she gets her way regardless. The words she had shared just a minute earlier echoes in my mind again.
All this is pointless...
No matter what, it would always be Silas and Elena till the end, and I would always be a page in the story they tell to their kids.
Everyone is out for themselves alone.
What hurts the most is that he knows all this and still has the audacity to make such a huge scene.
I bit my lower lip to hold the tears that want to leak out of me, and look him straight in the eyes. "Is this a joke? Did you think this extravagant apology will pressure me into forgiving you for using me from day one, deceiving me, getting what you need from me and tossing me out like a used up tissue?" I ask.
My question throws him off and he looks confused.
"What's the point of all this? To embarrass me further? To break the last few pieces you couldn't?"
"No... Freya, that's not it." He starts again before I cut him off. "You don't deserve my forgiveness, Silas, or anything more from me. You've already soaked up everything I could offer and tossed it into the wind and now, I'm empty. Stick with your mate and leave me alone." I say coldly without flinching even once.
I see the pain in his eyes, the way his shoulders slump and my already hollow heart breaks further. He looks just like I had when I wanted explanations on me.
he was back with lena and he said he
Back then, I guess I hadn't really understood the word ... but I do now.
I was pitiful from the very beginning. Before he can utter more of his apology, I turn and walk away, right past a smirking Elena.
I guess she finally has what she wants.