TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 45: Chapter 45

: SHIT
FREYA'S POV:
The case of the mysterious Omega smuggling themselves past security and into school died very quickly and didn't spread as much as I had feared.
I guess that's the difference between the new building I was in and the previous one.
It seems struggling students had much less attention span to carry a hot topic long enough to do damage or bother themselves with it.
Maybe being sent here has a few hidden blessings.
Norman, as well, had concluded the mysterious omega had somehow settled their scent on me.
I didn't argue and let him believe whatever he wanted to as long as my secret's safe.
Now, the main dilemma of all this load of shit threatening the very life I'm fighting for plagued my mind.
The minimum sleep I had held within my grasp slid away from me.
I'm constantly on edge for when my Alpha scent would fade and I would be in danger.
It could be anywhere and anytime. It was terrifying, anticipating when next my life would be threatened - when my secret would be exposed.
I was stuck.
My life factually gave a new definition to 'being stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea.'
All this madness because of one guy.
One guy that drives me crazy and unwinds me into nothing.
One guy with the sweetest kisses.
Sigh.
I sit alone at my table once it's lunchtime, not because I'm lacking in social life but because I want to be. I need to be.
The food I twirl on my plate only looks like a colorless meal while my mind remains occupied by a million things.
A figure suddenly dropped right in front of me, leaving me startled and almost spilling food over my hoodie.
"Wow." He reaches out quickly, grabbing onto the bowl before it tips over.
A bit spills though. Brown liquid trickles down my grey top.
"Fuck." I swear now.
He offers a napkin and I grab it, quickly wiping it off but only making it worse. Another thing to add to the list of shitty events happening to me, I guess.
"What's with the homeless girl get-up?"
I look up at my intruder, quickly recognizing his voice instantly.
"Adam?"
"Hey." He smiles sweetly.
It's warm and it reaches his eyes, but I remain perplexed.
"What are you doing here?" A very good question.
"I came to see you, of course." He leans against the table with a nonchalant smirk.
My eyes still can't believe it's him. Part of me thinks he's just a hallucination created from my rest- depraved mind.
"Damn, you look like shit." He moves away, slightly disgusted by my appearance.
Okay, he's real.
"It's great to see you as well, Adam." I deadpan sarcastically.
He laughs though. It's a very different sound from what I'm used to hearing and it stirs something within me.
"But I really did miss you, Freya."
"Haha, you just missed your practice dummy for poorly constructed flirtatious lines." I laugh sarcastically.
"That too, I guess."
I roll my eyes, turning back to: soupy lunch and taking the first spoon down my throat since the beginning of lunchtime.
It's bland in my mouth, though if my mental taste had been any better, I assumed an array of lively flavors would be bursting around my taste buds.
"I haven't heard from you in a while."
He reaches out to touch my free hand casually resting on the table. I flinch, instantly withdrawing it and away from him.
My brain is on high alert again, scared that I'm at risk of getting caught somehow.
It takes seconds, moments of chilling awkward silence before I realize what had just happened and have a mini panic.
"i-I'm sorry, Adam. I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine..." He consoles me, smiling even brighter like it hadn't just been awkward microseconds ago. He tries to console me by gripping my hand on impulse but drops it again, remembering how I had pulled away from it.
Guilt nibbles at me and I reach out myself and grab his in mine.
"I-II just....it's been a rough couple of days." My voice trembles towards the end and I sigh, trying to hold in the breakdown that threatens to surface.
All the emotions I've been braving away push hard against my restraints.
He watches me sadly now. His smile faded and was replaced with worry.
I hate it.
I hate how he looks at me with worry, it only makes me feel pitied even more, making me more self- aware of my weakness, my flaws right from birth.
I bite on my lower quivering lip.
"Hey, hey..." He coos, coming over to my side quickly.
His touch on my cheek is soft like a feather as he wipes away the rogue tears slipping away.
"It's fine." He holds my hand firmly in it, giving it a comforting squeeze.
He says it's fine but it's not.
He can only speak from his objective but is incapable of fathoming just how not fine it really is.
I could literally die if I fuck up more than I've been doing...but, I can't tell him that.
"I'm here, okay? No matter what, you have me." He looks me right in the eye, assuring me tenderly with a smile this time.
"But damn, you really do look like shit right now, and when was the last time you used deodorant?" His unconventional joke in my time of sadness makes me break into laughter.
It wasn't funny but it was whatever it was and it makes me laugh. I just needed to laugh.
It rolls out of me effortlessly, like everything was with Adam. While I choke on my saliva, he watches me, amused for the duration of my chuckling. Eventually, it fades and I feel much better now.
"I promise, I will take a bath after school." "Wait... you haven't bathed?"
"In four whole days," I confirm with numbers.
He slides away from me with wide eyes and I roll mine.
"You act like you bathe every day."
"Well, guys have a natural pheromone that only gets more potent with accumulated sweat. Shit that turns, you girls, on."
"Eww." I fake gag now.
He chuckles a bit and then watches me silently as I once again eat my food.
This time, I down half of it in seconds, feeling a bit hungry now. My worries are temporally forgotten. "How's everything over there?" I ask.
"Well, nothing new. Now that you're gone, Elena's authority has gotten much stronger 'cause girls think she got rid of you as well and you were like, a really tough chick to them."
I frown at this, sipping my soup. She wishes she did.
"Nothing else is new."
I nod, sipping more soup. I gather a bit more courage for the next question in the brief silence.
"How's Silas?" I avoid his gaze now, feeling embarrassed.
I had turned the guy down and bashed him for not leaving me alone and now, I was asking about him.
I probably sound like a typical confused girl to him.
He's silent for a while and I look up at him. Something swirls within his eyes as he stares intensely at me before breaking into a grin again.
"He's how typical Silas always is." He answers simply. I nod, humming.
"Has he asked of me?" I ask again, my voice growing timid.
"Well, not really."
My shoulders slump now.
What exactly had I expected asking the question? I set myself up for a chest burn.
I envy him a bit, being able to just forget and let go of one's existence fully without their memories hovering over you, swimming in your thoughts. "You look glum." He points out.
"Nah, I just remembered some sad movie I watched last night." It's a poor excuse but I give it anyway. "If it hurts too much, you don't need to think about
Silas." He says suddenly.
I look up at him now. His eyes still staring at me, never leaving with intensity and emotions hidden there.
"You're talking as though I have feelings for him."
"Do you?"
The question shoots at me abruptly and I'm taken aback.
Of course, I don't.
Not Silas of all people on goddess' green earth.
No way.
He was like blazing, scorching flames erupting from a fast-flowing sea of molten lava and I was plain, chill, stagnant water.
"No, I don't," I say firmly.
"Even if you do..." The air between us suddenly shifts to something foreign.
I feel as though he's holding himself from saying something.
"Even if I do?"
He sighs. "Even if you do... If it hurts, you can think of ...me. I'm always here for you."
The Adam before me seems different and warmer.
I smile though, passing it as a warm gesture. "Thank you, Adam. But I assure you, I won't ever fall for Silas."
Not ever.