Marrying The Wrong Alpha

CHAPTER 16 - False Prediction

Simone POV

I know that Marcus wouldn’t let me go that quickly. He promised to drove me back, but right now, we were actually having dinner together. “Marcus, can we go back now? Please.” I pleaded. I feel so full, I can’t swallow anymore. This is our second plate already, and he wouldn’t stop feeding me. It almost looks like he was pulling some time to be with me. Don’t get me wrong, I had refused his offer and told him that I could eat by myself. But then he said that he wants to do it or he would find out who’s the girl that ruined my shirt. I think he will keep using that excuse to win against me from now on. “Only after you finished this.” He said, then continue to bring a fork in front of my mouth. 

“Marcus, I was supposed to get mad at you. Remind me, why are we having dinner together right now?” I asked him, slightly angered by that fact. He let out a chuckle, “You can’t stay mad at me, Simone. You’re my luna.” He said, patting my hair gently. I moved away from him. “I’m not your luna anymore, Marcus. Don’t you remember?” I stated as if he was experiencing severe dementia. He pretended to be shocked in front of me. “Oh really? And since when do I agree to that?” he stated as he put his hand on his chest. He was such a great actor. Maybe he was aiming for an Oscar.

“Well, I don’t need your permission to do anything, Marcus. I was still technically a free woman.” I replied uncaringly. “Is that so? Then why are you still wearing this?” he said as he pointed out towards our engagement ring. I don’t know why I never took it off. Now it has become a boomerang for me. Maybe a part of me still hoping that he would not give up on us?

“Don’t flatter yourself. I just like an expensive thing.” I said, pulling my hand away from him. He laughs as he finds me amusing. “Keep telling yourself that, but I know that you’re still like me.” He said, stuffing a slice of pizza into his mouth.

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The next morning, I was on my way to the class with Mandy when my phone buzzed. Marcus sent me a text.

Don’t forget to check your locker. Xoxo

Marcus

“Mandy, can you go first? I have to grab something on my locker.” I told her. She eyed me suspiciously. “Okay, but don’t be too long. The class will start in fifteen minutes.” She reminded me, and I nodded. I walked towards my locker, and I saw a beautiful flower vase sitting on top of my other book. Marcus made this for me? It was very sweet of him. I carefully took out the vase and submitted it to Mrs. Darla. I guessed I would score high in the art subject.

I jumped happily towards the math class when I bumped into Avery in the hall. She brushes her hair arrogantly as she passed through me. I stopped her by holding her arm, and I can tell that she was startled by that. “We need to talk,” I told her. She raised one eyebrow at me and swatted my hands away. “There’s nothing to talk about between us, Johnson.” She stated with a cynical look on her face. I wanted to laugh at her audacity. “You’re a coward! You’re the one who ripped my shirt yesterday, don’t you?” I asked accusingly.  

She scoffed at me, “I don’t know what you’re saying, Johnson. Looks like I’m not the only one who dislikes you in this school.” She replied. She’s getting onto my nerves. No one dares to mess with me because they already knew the consequences of picking a problem with the Alpha’s daughter. “Don’t play with me, Avery. We better settle this between us before my dad’s found out.” I warned her with a dangerous tone.

“Uuuhhh…I’m so afraid of your dad…” she teased me with a high pitch annoying tone and weird expression. I punched the wall beside her face, leaving a big crack on the wall. She widened her eyes in shock. I was happy to saw fear in her eyes. “Don’t you dare talk about my dad!” I warned her in a stern voice. My anger flared up, causing my claws to come out from my right hand. I will force her until she admitted her crime towards me.

I put my claw on her cheek and started to stroke it gently downwards against her face. A line of blood coming out. “Tell me what you did, Avery!” I shouted. “I didn’t do it! I swore it wasn’t me!” she squealed. She looked scared, but I can tell that she wasn’t lying. If she didn’t do it, then who ripped my shirt yesterday?

After a while, I finally let her go. “You’re a crazy b***h, Simone! I hate you!” she screamed and ran away from me, crying. Did I just accuse her of something she didn’t do? The bell rang for a second time, and I ran since I will be late for the class.

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“What? Marcus asked you to go to the homecoming with him? Then what should I do now?” Mandy pouted after I told her about Marcus. “I’m sure someone would ask you too, Mandy. You still have one week.” I tried assuring her. “Hi girls! Are these seats taken?” Marcus asked chirpy, and Noah suddenly joined us at our table. I rolled back my eyes at him. Since when did I allow him to get near me in the school?

Mandy looked at them with an adoring look. Noah took a seat beside her while Marcus sat beside me, draping his hands over my shoulder.

“Hi, I’m Noah…” I saw Noah smiling widely at Mandy. “I know who you are…” Mandy admitted shyly. Well, who doesn’t? They are drawing so much attention ever since they moved here. “You do?” Noah chuckled shyly. I wanted to puke at the view. I think I know where this might lead.

“I missed you…” soon my attention shifted back towards Marcus as he whispered in my ears. He then lightly pecked my cheek. I pulled away from him, putting some distance between us. “What are you doing? Do you want me to kill you?” I warned him. This time he burst out laughing and whispered back at me. “I’d rather chose to live with you than getting killed.” My eyes went wide, and I lightly slapped his arms.

“Come on, let’s go to English class.” He said, pulling me to get up. “Wait, do we have an English class together?” I asked in confusion. As far as I remember, he should be playing soccer now. “I kind of asked Mrs. Smith to join her class, and she instantly granted my wish,” Marcus said, shrugging his shoulder. What? I can’t believe he asked Mrs. Smith to join her class. Nobody wants to join her class because of her killer track record. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” I told him. “I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.” He said cheesily. I huff at his stubbornness.