Hayley was a freshman at NYU, following her dreams. Sure she was broke and currently living off of ramen noodles, but she was determined to let nothing stand in her way.
Aileen was crazy. A self-proclaimed thug, she lived life hard and without regre...
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Sad because it's the last chapter I'll write for this book, but happy that it is finally complete:)
I speared a ravioli on my fork and popped it into my mouth, chewing carefully.
Flavor burst on my tongue, a mix of the savory mushrooms, olive oil, and Parmesan cheese.
"Wow, this is great!" I exclaimed, shoving three more in there. "I love it!"
Jacob beamed at me, and cut into his own meal.
"Now that we can finally be in peace," he began, taking a bite of his chicken, "I wanted to know a little more about you."
I thought, chewing my pasta.
Then I swallowed, and said, "Well, I grew up an only child in a pretty bad part of town. There I learned the ways of the thug life."
He nodded. "And?"
I frowned. People didn't usually ask about my life, so this was an odd conversation for me.
"And I survived," I said, shrugging. "There's not much else to it."
He watched me, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Surviving and living isn't the same thing, Ale."
I raised an eyebrow. "What's the difference?"
He smiled his mischievous smile. "I'll show you sometime."
For some weird reason my cheeks began to warm, so I quickly changed the subject.
"Well what about you?" I challenged, "Tell me about your life."
"I grew up with Carson pretty much always with me," he said, a small smile forming on his face as he remembered. "Since we're going to be leading one day, we've pretty much always been together."
"Your family?" I asked.
"My brother is like, ten years older, so we aren't that close," he said. "I grew up closest to Carson and my Grandma."
I nodded. I could picture that.
Then a question popped into my head.
Jacob didn't really seem like the natural-born leader type. Yet, he was going to be alpha one day.
"Do you want to be the alpha?" I asked.
For some reason, this question seemed to take him back.
He stopped chewing and put his fork down, staring at me.
