TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 38: Chapter 38

: I HATE YOU
FREYA'S POV:
"So, Miss Willows, this is your new school schedule containing the timetable for all your new classes."
The middle-aged woman hands me a brown file bag containing the information.
I take it from her hands, slowly pulling out the papers and just going through them briefly.
It's been two days after the whole traumatizing dinner event and just when I plan to toss myself into heavy school work for next week's quiz, the carpet under my feet gets pulled again and this news gets strung on me.
It's like I'm stuck in a spiral of bad events.
All the classes are really different from the ones I've been attending for the past three months.
Like entirely different, with most of them located in a completely different building - a good distance away from the old one.
"It's a pity. Had we known you were homeschooled for most of your life, we would have put you in a more fitting program for struggling students to help you adjust perfectly." She speaks her clearly rehearsed lines with a fake smile playing on her lips.
We both know I don't need to join these classes with struggling students.
My recent test results show just how more than okay I am with my present classes, yet they plan on putting me with the stupid ones in school.
No offense to the students that are actually struggling.
We both know what's really going on here. I can see King Darius written all over this sham.
The best way to not cross paths with Silas would be to attend different classes from him afterall.
We would be too busy with our schedules in different buildings to ever possibly meet by accident.
This would go on till he eventually forgets my existence and move on with his life and betrothed.
Genius, right?
I want to yell out about how this isn't fair, protest even, but I sit quietly, biting on my lower lips just to stop myself from saying anything.
As much as I want to voice my opinion and call bullshit on everything I'm being told, I know I don't have a choice.
Either this or get locked up in a dungeon for drawing the attention of the Alpha prince.
I had to steer clear of Silas, and it would just be until graduation, right?
I mean, months ago, I was dying to get away from him and now, I am given the opportunity...yet, it doesn't feel as liberating as I hoped - maybe because it's no longer a choice.
"When do I start my new classes?"
"Right now. I've let the teachers know what's going on, so they should ease you slowly into the classes."
I nod my head.
"Thank you, administrator," I respond dryly.
She simply nods, facing her work and signaling me to leave. I stand up from the chair infront of her desk, walking out the door and sighing once I'm free.
I don't know where to go from here. I've never been to the other building. None of my friends are going to be there either.
I'm utterly devastated having had this new big change that could affect my relationship with friends, but also too tired to freak out.
"How was it?
Adam stands up from the waiting bench just outside the administrator's office to approach me with haste.
There was unease in his eyes and worry.
"What was it about?"
I watch him for a while.
I was heading to my class just before he came to tell me the administrator was looking for me and it was urgent.
He had even waited for me till I came out which I found calming, having someone to talk to so I don't freak out.
I notice he's been excessively sweet since two nights ago when I had shown my weak side to him.
Now, I obviously can't tell him the reason behind all this. I have no idea how to break the news to Xena either.
"It's nothing serious, just that I got assigned some new classes." I give a small portion of the truth, avoiding his eyes.
"Right in the middle of a session?"
"Yeah, it's a program for struggling students." I pout, thinking about just how messed up it is.
He looks at me in disbelief.
"Are you kidding me? I know what you scored in advanced Mathematics on the last test, an 87. How exactly are you struggling?"
I shrug, pretending not to have a single clue why.
"I'm sure they have a good reason for it."
A really good one.
"Bullshit. I'm going to lay a complaint myself."
He makes the move to storm into the office but I grab onto his muscular arm.
My hand barely stops his movement but he pauses from my touch on his own, looking down at me. "You can't!" I say faster than I want to, seeming too tensed.
Idiot, you want to kill me?
He looks at me even more worried than earlier.
"You can't. I'm sure they have a good reason to," I repeat, giving off a nervous laugh that's too forced.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Like I said, I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
I sigh, letting go of his arm. I really am too exhausted for this.
I've been humiliated in front of the whole school, haunted by a creep in my bathroom mirror and almost killed in a torture room.
This should be a piece of cake. "Just because you saw me crying just one time doesn't mean I'm going to suddenly combust into flames any moment. I'm not as fragile as you think I am."
He chuckles at my statement, suddenly ruffling my hair like I'm some small child.
"Right, you are. Our little feisty tiger." He chuckles even more, looking down at me.
He basically towers over my petite form like a giant and an average heighted woman.
"Stop that, we're not that close yet." I swat his hand away from my hair, crying internally,
I know just how many hours I had taken to flat iron it into becoming malleable. He's ruining 4 hours of concentration and hard work.
"After that night, I assumed we had gotten a whole lot closer." He winks at me, smirking like the dirty perverted teenager he is. I roll my eyes at him.
"You sound like a virgin boy that's never seen breasts in real life, Adam."
"Oh, don't mistake me, I've seen countless tits, too many to count. Yours though..." He licks his lips, eyes lowering to my chest, making me feel naked despite the countless layers protecting my chest from his lecherous gaze.
I glare at him, covering his view.
"Mine...?"
"Yes, they are really something." He looks up at me again, smiling like a gentleman.
I don't believe him though. Well, it's not like I care. I love the size they come in. It makes it easier to run and pull off a lot of comfortable outfits. Adam, of course, is a different case.
"I mean, this is the most respectful way. They come in the perfect size. She's not too shy, maybe sensitive but not shy."
I'm taken aback by all this boob talk. "Okay okay, you get a lucky glance at my naked tits two nights ago and suddenly, you're an expert on them."
He bursts into laughter, enjoying my reaction to his tease.
He laughs louder, snorting at some point and in a way, it just contagiously pulls me in.
I chuckle reluctantly at how stupid it was, feeling my tense mood evaporate from me.
Just when it's getting heated, he looks at something behind me, freezing instantly.
On cue, I finally realize that someone's behind me or has been for the past thirty seconds. The chilling aura is unmistakable.
I freeze, knowing it's Silas before slowly turning to him.
He's seething in rage, silver eyes replaced with brightly burning golden yellow, teeth gnashing painfully and veins literally popping on the side of his neck.
His glare solely focused on Adam.
"You had a glance at what?" He asks but it's clearly a rhetorical question.
He knows exactly what Adam had a glance of
Shit, he heard that.
He begins taking sharp strides towards Adam.
I rush grabbing onto his arm but he brushes me off like an annoying insect, sending me a good distance away.
I stagger, barely catching myself from falling on my butt from the force.
"Silas, wait!" I yell out to him but he ignores me.
In a swift motion, he picks up Adam by his collar, slamming him against the wall.
Adam grunts in pain and doesn't bother to fight back and resist him.
"Answer the question. You had a glance of what exactly?"
It's obvious answering would be a trap but then, not answering would also mean trouble. Adam groans in pain from the tight hold on his neck.
"It's not what you think."
"What is it then?"
"It was a mistake."
"What was?"
"I was looking for her like you asked and then I walked into a compromising situation by mistake."
He begins, coughing for air at this point.
I rush to them again, trying to pry his tight grip from Adam's neck.
"Silas, drop him!" I tug at his arm. "Do you expect me to believe that it was by mistake?
You, of all people, accidentally walking into a naked girl?"
"I swear, S-silas. It w-was a mista-ake."
He's still reluctant and Adam's face slowly became red.
"Silas, please!" I plead desperately this time.
He hesitates at first before finally letting him go. Adam drops to the floor coughing and panting desperately for air, clasping onto his bruised neck.
Silas stares down at him like an insignificant bug, menacing and dangerous, showing every bit of his true nature.
For a moment, he looks just like his father and I shudder at the sight of him, terrified.
He dusts his hand like there's dirt on them before turning to me.
"Freya, don't pity him. He's just"
It takes all the strength I can muster but I raise my trembling hands and slap him square in the face. It echoes through the halls and swings his head the other way. There's a brief moment of complete stillness while I clutch onto my stinging palm. With my shaking breath, I look at him and mutter.
"I hate you.