Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
“Don’t you want to make up for what you did to the students? They don’t trust you right now, Sarah. You broke that trust and traumatized a lot of them. You told me you were going to apologize to them; this is a good way to prove that you are different and that you truly are sorry.”
“And what makes you think anyone else would want me on the committee?”
She asked, furrowing her brows together. “Like you said, they don’t trust me. I traumatized them.”
“You have to earn that trust back somehow,”
I said shrugging. “Headmaster Prescott said you can be a part of the committee and learn to work as a team and deal with working under my authority. But you can’t participate in any school activities yet. It was the best I could do for you.”
She was quiet for a moment as she stared at me.
“Is this your way of getting me back?”
She asked, pressing her lips firmly together. “Making me work under you?”
“If you want to look at it that way, then that’s fine. But in my eyes, it’s a way you can give back to the school after you took away their free will and their memories. What you did was awful and it’s going to take a lot for them to trust you again. This is a good way to start,”
I said, shrugging. “If you decide you want to join the committee, you can come to our first meeting tonight and I’ll give you the form to fill out. It’s in room 210 at 8 pm.”
“8 pm? Why so late?”
She asked.
“We have a vampire on the committee, and it works better for her,”
I answered.
This time, Sarah did laugh, but it was dry and humorless.
“You convinced a vampire to join the student committee?”
She asked, “How’d you manage that?”
“Actually, she wanted to join. She wanted to make a difference and show the school that she isn’t just looks,”
I answered. Then I leaned in closer as if I was telling her some juicy secret. “It’s Skylar Barnett. As in—”
“The Barnett Fashion Franchise?!”
Sarah gasped, finishing my franchise.
I nodded in response.
“Yeah, she’s kind of a big deal and she joined the committee,”
I said simply. “It’s pretty cool.”
I knew I was saying this stuff to convince her, but I also truly meant it. She glanced down at her yoga pants.
“I’m wearing their sportswear,”
she said, and I could feel her growing excitement. “I knew their daughter went to this school. But vampires are rarely seen.”
“I know,”
I said in return. “So, can I expect you tonight?”
She was quiet for a moment, the excitement in her simmering.
“Why do you want me there so bad?”
She finally asked after a short silence. “Why do you want to help me after what I did?”
Now it was my turn to fall silent as I thought about how to answer her. I decided to just tell her the truth.
“I don’t,”
I answered simply. “But Brody does, and I trust and value his opinion.”
Her cheeks flared red, and she quickly looked down.
“I’ll just tell him that you’ll think about it,”
I said, turning away from her. She said nothing as I walked away from her to join Becca who had just finished dressing in her clothes.
“Did you ask her to join the committee?”
Becca asked.
I nodded.
“I guess we will see if she shows up,”
I said, shrugging. “I did what I could.”
I glanced at Enzo who was watching me intently; I could see the worry that was in his eyes, and I wondered if it was because he overheard my conversation with Sarah. I knew he didn’t trust her either, but I needed him to trust me on this. So, I gave him a bright smile, and he soon returned it with a small smile of his own and then a wink before he turned to the other students who had just finished their laps.
Enzo looked so good standing in front of everybody that I could hardly keep my wolf in check. He wore bagging sweatpants and kept his shirt off, showing off his incredible body and his mouth-watering abs. He had some scarring on his chest from past battles that hadn’t fully healed due to the silver weapons used, but it only made him look extremely manly.
I wanted to rub my hands all over his body; just the thought made heat flare on my cheeks and my heartbeat rapidly against my ribcage.
Everybody got with their partners, Enzo was my partner. As he approached me, it took everything I had not to throw myself into his arms.
We both got into our battle stance, and I was the first to attack. We always started in our human forms. Enzo was fast and dodged a lot of my attacks, but I also managed to dodge most of mine.
Last year, he used to go a bit easier on me, but when he returned this year, I asked him to not do that. So, now he goes much harder, and I really appreciate it.
It felt like it’s been so long since I felt his hands on my body and feeling him touch me at this moment sent heat to course through my body. He lifted his hands so I could punch each hand with my fists as if we were training for a boxing match.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something,”
he said in a low tone for my ears alone.
I glanced up at him, not wasting any time in punching his hands.
“I’m listening,”
I said, proud that my voice didn’t come out squeaky.
“It’s about Rachel…”
he said, making my entire body freeze.
I looked up at him, meeting his very concerned eyes.
“What about her?”
He glanced over to the far distance of the battlegrounds with a frown, and I followed his gaze to the distant bleacher; they were empty. I looked back up at him with a curious frown and he met my eyes again.
“She was here,”
he said. “Watching.”
My heart fell into my stomach upon hearing his words. I didn’t have to see her to know he was being truthful; I believed him wholeheartedly.
I didn’t have to say anything, he spoke again, and his question sent a nervous chill down my spine.
“Have you noticed anything strange about her lately?”
Lila’s POV
Enzo’s question stayed with me for the rest of the day. We didn’t talk much more about it during class but told each other we would try to meet up afterward and talk about it some more. But I knew he was right; something had been off about her. She wasn’t her normal self and she’s been extremely distant.
When I asked Becca about it, she thought Rachel might be a little depressed probably because she broke up with her boyfriend. But she was fine after she and her boyfriend split and that was months ago.
“Sometimes depression comes much later after the breakup,”
Becca said with a shrug. “I think the jewelry she was looking for was probably something he had given her.”
“Maybe,”
was all I said in return, but something didn’t seem right about that. “I guess we will see her at the meeting. She said she’d be there.”
“Yes, but she’s been saying a lot of things lately,”
Becca said with a shrug.
I knew she was right about that too; what was happening to my friend?