Chapter 7 Kayla

We both just stand there looking at each other all awkward and shit until he decides its enough and walks towards me. I instantly panic and try to run but as if he knows what I'm thinking he puts his hands up showing me he means no harm.

"Don't run I come in peace" he says in that sweet sensual angel voice of his. God. "What you're not going to tell me to get of the sidewalk because you walked on it first" i snack

"I mean I could but I won't" He grins, his eyes sparkling. For fucks sake. "I actually wanted you to apologise to me about yesterday you were very rude. I felt disrespected"he continues. "oh my god you're such a shit person, you know that?. An entitled shit person" I ask but don't let him answer "you are an only child aren't you?"

"I am and what about it? You were rude to me in front of everyone. And I'm doing you a favour by asking to apologise to me in private." he shrugs

"Lord you are so. . ." I want to say something mean but I settle for "full of yourself" because let's be honest I don't really know him that well and he is right I was kinda rude. I did not sign up to make enemies with powerful alphas on my first day at school. He runs his hand in messy hair like he is some kind of a main character in a teen movie. His scent hits me right in the face. Fuck him because why does he smell so good. "I am, you would be too if you looked like me" he smirks "but really you owe me a big ass apology. I have a reputation to uphold in this school and you've made me look weak by going and pissing all over it like some tyrant" I am stumped for something to say for a second so he continues "I don't know you and you don't know me so I think it's best you apologise and we part ways"

I think about it for a while then decide its not worth making an enemy out of the most powerful person in school because of some stupid table. Though I really don't think I should say sorry for it, he is a jerk for making me but I don't like confrontations so I decide fuck it. I should have kept my head down from the start.

"Okay let's not blow this out of proportion; let's just move on no hard feelings" I say avoiding the words 'I'm sorry' like a plaque. "Okay then lets shake on it" he thrusts his hand to me looking at me expectedly.

"Uhm no thank you, you guys don't wash your hands after peeing" I state then fold my arms for good major.

"Oh come on Margaret, you don't want to offend me again, do you?" the fact that he doesn't rebuke what I said about him not washing his hands after peeing makes me fold my arms tighter around me. "We don't need to shake on it, we could just promise to be civil with each other and who the fuck is Margaret?"

"then lets shake on it or like pinkie promise like you girls usually do" he sticks his pinkie out which is so big but completely ignores my question about Margaret. He is not confusing me with someone else is he? "Fine I'll humour you" we do the pinkie promise and he is grinning so hard I can almost see all his teeth. His demeanour has completely changed from when he first approached me. "so who's Margaret?" I ask again.

"You. That's the name I gave you because I don't know your real one" he shrugs as if that makes perfect sense to him. I look to my sides as if someone will come and explain what the fuck this guy is talking about "what?" I ask.

"So? Was I close?" he asks "No you're not close, like you're so far off I don't even know someone named Margaret"

"Well I've been calling you that in my head"

"So you're saying you've been thinking about me huh?" I lift one eyebrow or at least I think I do. "Well I mean no. . .anyway what's your real name" would you look at that, I think he is blushing.

L"Why? I thought I was on your shit list, Alvin" I annunciate his name just to flex that I know his and he doesn't know mine. Instead of getting mad that I got one up on him he just smiles, his knines showing

"well then ill just call you Margaret" he goes to leave but I stand in front of him.

"Fine I'll tell you. I'm Kayla" He looks at me for a while as if seeing if my name fits me or not

"nah I'm just gonna call you Margaret. What about Maggie for short" "Don't you dare" I threaten but he just side steps me then runs off laughing like a maniac. "Bye Maggie, see you around"

"I'm not Maggie, you table hogging monster" I shout and earn a few stares from people around me. "he is such a dick" but I'm smiling and this is dangerous. I shouldn't be smiling for someone who's such a jerk to me. But I can't help it. And being associated with someone like him is not what I'm looking for right now, it's not part of the plan. It's a good thing we agreed we didn't want to be friends or anything like that. It's good. I don't know why my heart sinks at that, I really don't mind not being friends with him. It's a good thing he is an entitled prick. It will be easy for me to hate him.

I think.

I pass by the shops and order myself something to eat because I couldn't eat earlier since I was too nervous about my interview. When I make it back to my room my roommate is there. And I find out she is a Beta and an Art major like my brother and that her parents are taking the opportunity to travel since she is at school. She sounds bummed about it but I'm not known for my comforting sprit so I just change the subject which seems to be right thing to do because she immediately pecks up and starts showing me pictures of her previous art projects which are really good, like really out of this world beautiful. Almost as good as my brothers. 'm bias of course. When I tell her this she blushes and quickly changes the subject to something else.

We end up talking for hours and sharing the food I got. I should have not worried about having a roommate she is amazing and thank god for that because the more days went by without her the more I was spiralling with different types of fucked up scenarios. By the time were both too tired from unpacking her things its been hours since I checked my phone and when I do I find another message from the same number as before.

Unknown:

You went looking for a job? Why?

I guess Alvin didn't think he should stop sending me messages even if he hates me.

He should really mind his own business.