WHAT DID I DO WRONG?
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“Huh, is that how you talk to your best friend, asshole?”
“Oh, really, now you know I’m your best friend after ignoring my freaking calls for weeks?”
“I told you I was busy, and it was just a week, not weeks.” He emphasized and rolled his eyes as he lightly snickered.
Griffith gave a long sigh. “Let’s just forget about this dimwit,” he mumbled and faced me. “How are you doing?”
‘Hey! Who are you calling a dimwit?’
Griffith ignored him.
“I’m fine. How about you?” I asked, trying to sound as natural as possible.
“I’m good and sorry for not coming to see you earlier, I just came four hours ago and took a long nap but this i***t, Angelo, came to ruin my sleep and dragged me out here to talk about useless things because his best friend isn’t around.”
I laughed.
“What,” he exclaimed. “So, I’m saying useless things now. Come on, I was talking about the hottest chicks in town.”
“Is that your real name?” I questioned.
He grinned. “That was once my former name, but it’s Ryan now.”
“Ryan.” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Ryan Alexander.” He finished. “That’s my name.’
He was such a gentle guy, the piercings and the nose ring he was putting on made him so hot and he seemed like someone who goes to the gym, unlike Griffith, who hates it.
His name was perfect for his look, totally perfect, and I am surprised he was just six years older than me.
“Your name is prominent.” I said as we both looked at each other and locked gazes for a while.
“Hey! Hey! What the hell is going on here?’
Ryan smirked. “Single people always get jealous. Why don’t you search for a girlfriend? That will cure it.”
“Why, you…” He pounced on him and as they struggled with their fist while laughing made me giggle so much to the point of falling on my stomach.
The day was a great day, and I loved it. It became the best moment of my life.
As the old days were behind us, it was usually me and Griffith sitting down in the grass on a cool evening as he talked about his boarding school.
I looked up to him a lot as my older brother, though he was from a wealthy family, and was an Alpha. He didn’t act all up, proud and arrogant, living with us in the pack.
I wonder why they were living with us in trenches when they could live in a better and clean environment, and also be in a powerful pack as well.
Ryan also was influential too.
Griffith was such a sweet soul, soft and caring. He helped the needy, went on errands for the old people, and the poor, and even worked for them for free.
That’s why I liked him. No matter how awful anyone was, he never looked down on them and instead, he always tried to be as helpful as possible. His parents were nearly the same.
Griffith loathes bragging about his wealth, he prefers to be looked at as a poor lad than some rich kid, he once told me to keep his identity hidden but that wasn’t the case, because everyone knew him and they all adore him for his character and wish he was their son.
While helping the people, that’s how I got to know Griffith, though he is eight years older than me, he was also my hero and I enjoyed his company and loved listening to his stories, my parents also love him, that’s they don’t panic whenever I’m with him, he is such a great young Alpha
He is my role model.
We’ve known each other for years now and it has always been the best.
Well, since I was a baby, he had always been there in my life, but he was hardly at home and tried his best to pay attention to me whenever he came to meet me.
They both left each other with their rumbled clothes and kept laughing.
“Wait, a second.” Griffith interrupted with suspicion. ‘Was Ramona the baby cakes you were talking about?’
Ryan agreed. “Yeah, got a problem with that?”
He calmly uttered. “Don’t you dare get close to my best friend?”
I beamed with pride as they both continued arguing for hours. They exhausted me while laughing nonstop, and what surprised me even more was when Stefan and Garold arrived. They both got up and shake hands with them like pros.
I am flabbergasted. I never knew they knew each other to this extent, and then I also saw other unfamiliar faces. I later learned one of them was named Tyler and the other was Lucy.
“Woah, you never told me you knew Griffith and Ryan.” Stefan exclaimed at me and we hugged each other as we all sat down and talked about original stuff and laughed so hard to our stomachs, and Stefan kept holding my hand.
I got to know Lucy, and we became best of friends.
So, this was how it began, how I knew Ryan, Lucy, Griffith, Tyler, Garold and Stefan.
This was how the friendship came to be and another Alphas came along and their names were Maekar and Harald.
For the next couple of months, we laughed, played, and had lots of fun by the riverside, went fishing, and bathed ourselves in the grass, and we all played hide and seek, and it were the best moments of my life.
And also Claire, my sister, joined our friendship, we became the best of friends, and called ourselves THE TEN and Ryan kept giving me chocolate cakes whenever we parted ways since I told him how much I loved it and Claire would also join me to feast on it.
However, as soon as I got to my home after exhausting myself with them, little did I know it was about to go down.
I saw my mom fuming with anger and as soon as she got to me; she slapped me so hard across the face; I fell to the ground with the cake Ryan gave me and why Claire quickly hid behind me and began crying.
My mom went to the cake and stamped her foot on it, smashed the cake and scattered it all over the place.
I gasped and turned to her. “How could you do such a thing? That was a gift from a friend.” I cried. ‘Why did you ruin it?’
She came over to me and slapped me so hard, repeatedly. My grandmother had to step in and stop her from hitting me.
“She is just a child. Take it easy and don’t lay your anger on her.” She advised angrily.
She was just in her early fifties, wearing a beautiful gown, her hair tied into a bun. She walked over to me, pulling me from the floor.
My Mom’s face was burning red. “Don’t stop me, don’t interfere. This is my child. You don’t have any right to tell me how to control my child.”
What did I do wrong? What has come over her?
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