WHO? | The Alpha (Book One)

XXI

George

"I'll be there at four, Babe," I say and mock Jared's words.

I go home straight after the class. My notes for my math class are scattered on the floor. But my hand is holding a pen, scratching my sketchpad as I draw. Well, I should be doing my math assignment. Instead, I draw red eyes using a ballpoint pen. I dig a spoonful of cookie and cream in the ice cream tub.

I tear the paper with the red-eyes drawing and throw it on the floor.

"What is wrong with me?" I ask.

Why am I affected?

Am I jealous?

I pause and look around. 

"There's no way I like him, "I flip over the pages of my sketchpad.

I've been practicing anatomy drawing again.

I flip over the page where I was studying how to draw mouth and teeth.

"Fangs," I whisper when I saw how many drawings of fangs are there on that page of my book. 

"Red Eyes," I say softly when see the expression studies mostly have red eyes.

I firmly close my eyes and inhale. "Well..."

"I like him," I say as I exhale. "Juuust a little bit."

"I mean he has a pretty face. I cannot deny that."

I dig a spoonful of ice cream and fake cry.

"No," I say in a muffled voice. "Why him of all guys out there, Georgina?" I put the spoon inside the tub and put it away from me.

"Why!?" I kick my feet and grab my hair.

I lay down in bed and stare at the ceiling.

My phone vibrates when someone calls. I check who it is.

'Shane calling...'

"Hello?"

"Georgie! Remember that Blaze dude sitting beside me during your boyfriend's class?"

Boyfriend.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, what about him?"

"He's dead."

"What?" I ask in confusion.