Marrying The Wrong Alpha

CHAPTER 14 - Art Class Tragedy

Simone POV

I threw my bag on the living room sofa harshly after I got back from school. Uugghh! He is so annoying. “What crime does your bag commit to deserve such treatment from you?” Ethan appeared before me with a playful smirk on his face. I rolled back my eyes. Great, the last thing I need is my irritating brother teasing me. “Mind your own business, Ethan,” I replied snarkily. “So, I guess you already met him today?” he continued as he took a seat beside me. I throw a glance at him. “You already knew about this?” I asked him in disbelief. Now even he was on my dad’s side. I like Ethan more than Oliver. He also likes to bully me, but he was not as annoying as Oliver, so finding out that he was hiding something from me is like getting a hard slap on my face.

“I saw him coming here on Sunday, and I happened to accidentally overheard their conversation.” He said, shrugging off his shoulder. I hit his shoulder hard, “Ouch!” he said, stroking it with his hand. “Why didn’t you warned me earlier at breakfast?” I asked angrily.

“Because I told him to…” Dad suddenly said from behind me. My eyes went wide, and I instantly got up. He smiled knowingly at me, “So how’s school today?” he asked and took a seat in front of me. “Fine…I guess, except for the fact that Marcus was in the same class with me,” I replied sarcastically. Dad tried to stifle a laugh. “Simone…I don’t know what’s happened between the two of you. But I think you should give him a chance.” Dad said, assuring me. My mind went back to that horrible night. If only I never saw them in that room with Charlotte, I might’ve become his wife by now.

“I don’t know, Dad…Give me more time to accept him,” I replied, lowering my face from his eyes. I admitted that Marcus saved me today from Mrs. Smith, but it was partially his fault for standing in the field shirtless. I mean, who could resist such a perfectly sculpted body? And he was wrong if he thinks that he could win me over this easily. I saw disappointment on dad’s face, “Ok, but I hope you don’t take too long. Our pack was still in danger for each passing day, Simone. I wished you understand that.” He said, then leaving me speechless.

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“Simonee!!!” Mandy’s screamed at me in a high pitched tone. I turned around only to saw her running towards me with a flyer in her hand. I catch her before she could jump at me and making us both fall. “You have to look at this…” she said excitedly. Her brunette hair went messy from all the running. I looked at the flyer, and it was about a homecoming party. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea or not,” I replied. At any other time, I would be as excited as Mandy to attend this party. But after knowing that Marcus could be attending too, it’s suddenly giving me a second thought.

“Are you sick or something? You’re basically the hottest girl in the school. Of course, you need to come with me.” She put her hand on my forehead, checking my temperature. I swatted her hand away. “I’m fine, Mandy. It’s just….” My words suddenly got stuck in my mouth as I saw Marcus passing in front of us and went towards his locker. He purposedly ignored me and walked away with Noah.

“Is there something that happens between you two yesterday?” Mandy seemed to notice my strange behavior every time Marcus is around. “What do you mean?” I pretended to be oblivious to the situation. “Don’t even try lying to me, Simone. I know that you’ve been avoiding him.” She pointed out. I was saved by the bell, “I should be going to the class now.” I said, then waltzing towards the art class. Mandy was not in the same art class as me. She prefers to study economics since she said that art is just a waste of time. 

The smile on my face soon dropped as I saw Marcus and Noah sitting inside the class. I couldn’t help but laugh cynically at them. They took art class too? I guessed next time he would also join a knitting club if I was there. “You’re sitting in my place,” I stated with a lazy and irritated tone. I always took that seat in the art class since I can get a better view of the model. Noah got up from his chair. “I’m sorry, Luna. You can take my chair.” He said, then went towards the other empty chair. Why is he still calling me Luna?

“Hey, I’m not…” suddenly, Marcus pulled my hand, causing me to sit on the chair beside him. “Just dropped it, Simone. You can just say it if you want to sit here right next to me.” He gave me that playful smirk again. I scoffed at him. “Only in your dreams, Cooper,” I replied with a cynical tone. He then giggled.

The teacher teaches us to make pottery today. Which turned out to be harder than I thought. I decided to make a flower vase. I failed a couple of times as I tried to make it higher. Marcus silently laughs at me. While on the other hand, I saw him successfully create a perfectly shaped bowl. Why he has to be so good at everything? I scoffed at him.   

“Do you need any help there?” He asked me teasingly. “No, I’m perfectly fine. I can do this on my own.” I firmly refused his help as I started all over again putting the clay on top of the spinning thing. This was my fourth attempt already. I was actually felt like giving up. Mrs. Darla told us that we have to submit the pottery today, and she will grade us directly, so I have to be succeeded this time if I want to pass this class. I suddenly felt his body pressed against mine from behind. His hands clasped into mine perfectly. Our position now similar to a scene from a famous “ghost” movie, minus the song.

I let his hands guiding mine slowly, shaping the vase. I don’t know when exactly that ugly lumpy thing turned into a beautiful vase. My mind right now was pretty occupied with him being this close to me. I felt his lips purposedly brushing my earlobe, sending pleasure throughout my whole body. Wait! I should stop him right now. He can’t do this in the class!

A few moments later, I felt his grip on my hands tightened, and before I realized it, the beautiful vase went into chaos. I got up from my chair, causing Marcus to fall back on his ass to the floor. “What the hell?” he asked in an annoyed tone. Other students started paying attention to us. “This is all your fault! Look what you’ve done to me! I don’t need you in my life. Stay away from me!” I sobbed, crying, and exited the classroom. Lately, I’ve been making a lot of scenes in school.