Obsessed With My Alpha

Backflash and Avoidance

Gema's POV

"Stop clinging to me," Jonah's voice cut through the air like a knife, each word sharper than the last. "I hate it when chicks do that s**t, Gem, you know that... clingy bitches are the worst." He didn’t stop there, just kept going, his voice cold, detached, as if I were some stranger, not the girl who’d been by his side through everything.

I felt each insult like a blade, carving away pieces of me. My best friend—*he*—had never looked at me like that before, with such open disdain. His words were like poison, each one cutting deeper, and I couldn’t bring myself to move, couldn’t look away, trapped in the humiliating reality that everyone was watching, everyone was listening.

The crowd was dead silent, stunned, absorbing every word he spat at me, and I saw a few of the sorority sisters snicker, their smirks twisted in amusement as they watched me unravel. I felt myself breaking, shattering from the inside out, pieces of my heart slipping away with each of his words.

In that moment, I died a little inside.

That was it. The last straw. I felt something snap inside me, and I knew, right then and there, that I couldn’t keep holding on to Jonah Snow. I couldn’t keep letting myself be torn apart by someone who saw me as nothing more than a burden, a clingy nuisance.

So I made a decision, one that felt like ripping off the last bandage covering my heart—I was going to get over Jonah Snow before my birthday, or I’d die trying. No more waiting around, no more hoping he’d see me for who I was, no more letting him have power over me. I deserved better than this, and it was time to finally prove it to myself.

Letting go wasn’t going to be easy, but I was done being his shadow, done letting him be the reason I couldn’t move forward.

Two days later, Jonah tried to apologize. He caught up to me in the hallway, calling out my name, desperation lacing his voice. “Gema, stop! Will you just listen to me?” But I ignored him, keeping up my pace, the distance between us growing with every step.

I finally turned, frustration boiling over. “No, Jonah, I won’t listen to you. Don’t want to seem clingy, right? You know how clingy bitches are. This is what you wanted, and I’m giving it to you for once.” I forced a smirk, flipping my hair over my shoulder before turning on my heel and walking away, my heart hammering painfully in my chest. It hurt to leave him standing there, but I had to. I had to rip off the bandage and let myself heal.

Three more days, and my birthday would be here. Three more days, and I’d be 100% over Jonah Snow—or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

Jonah's POV

Watching her walk away, my heart sinks. I can’t ignore the sting in her voice, the hurt she’s trying to cover up with sarcasm and anger. Gema has never looked at me like that before, with that mix of resentment and disappointment. And knowing that I’m the one who put that look on her face, the one who made her feel like she was just another “clingy” girl to me, makes me feel like I’ve messed up in a way I can’t fix.

“Damn it, Gema,” I mutter to myself as I stand there, my fists clenching. I want to go after her, to explain everything, to make her understand that it’s not about her being clingy, or anything else she’s telling herself. It’s about me. About all the s**t I can’t even admit to myself, let alone to her.

I start to follow her, but then I stop, realizing I have no idea what I’d even say if I caught up. How do I explain that she’s the only one who makes me feel whole and scared to death at the same time? That every time I let her get close, it feels like I’m teetering on the edge of something I can’t control, something that could tear me apart if I let it? That I’m terrified of turning out like my father, cold and detached, treating love like it’s a weakness, and dragging her into that kind of life?

I want to tell her everything. That she’s not “clingy,” that she’s not like anyone else. But instead, I let her walk away, just like I’ve done so many times before. Because deep down, I’m still the same broken mess who doesn’t know how to let someone in without feeling like I’m giving them the power to destroy me.

Her birthday is in three days. I know I should stay away, give her the space she needs, but I can already feel myself slipping, wanting to be there, wanting to see her smile and be a part of her life in any way she’ll let me. I tell myself I’ll leave her alone, let her start this “healing process” she wants, but the truth is, I don’t know if I can.

I find myself pacing in my room, running a hand through my hair, feeling more restless with every second that ticks by. Gema’s birthday is in a few days, and even though she told me to give her space, I can’t shake the feeling that I need to do something special for her. Something to remind her of how much she means to me, even if I haven’t exactly been the best at showing it.

But what do I even get her? I want it to be personal, something that says she’s not just my best friend but someone I care about deeply, maybe more than I’ve admitted to myself. A necklace… or maybe a promise ring? I sigh, shaking my head. What am I doing? Wouldn’t a ring just complicate things even more? Or would it be the one thing that lets her know I’m serious about her, even if I haven’t figured everything out yet?

I pull out my phone, scrolling through jewelry stores nearby, considering my options. A necklace with her birthstone, maybe? Something she can keep close without it feeling like too much pressure. But a promise ring… that would be something significant, something that says I’m here, that I don’t want to lose her. It’s a big gesture, maybe too big, but if it means showing her that she’s not just a “clingy friend” to me, that she’s so much more, maybe it’s worth it.

I sigh again, wondering when I started getting so wrapped up in all this. I’m out of my depth, but for once, I don’t care. If it means making things right with Gema, I’ll figure it out. So I grab my jacket, determined to head out and find the perfect gift. Maybe it’s crazy, but I’m starting to think she’s worth every bit of this confusion.