The Betrayal Within

Alternative Chapter (Chapter Eight: Part One)

Song of The Chapter: Every Breath You Take by The Police

Alex's POV

I fucking hate his ass.

Francisco needs to go die in a hole and back the hell off my beautiful girl. 

I was sitting in Hibachi, the Chinese buffet restaurant, a couple tables down from Jasmine. I sat away from the group so she wouldn't notice me, because as soon as she saw my face my plan will blow up in my face. I peeked over the newspaper I was holding, glaring at Francisco.

He is such a dumb ass and an embarrassment. I hate that I'm the same species as that disgrace.

Francisco was sweating like a pig, literally I could see the sweat stains from where I was sitting. Adam was on his phone along with Francisco.

Adam kept smirking and Francisco kept looking annoyed as hell.

God, they are being so fucking rude. I just want to go strangle them both and take Jasmine in my arms once again. Of course Paulene would be a problem, but by the looks of it she doesn't like either of them either.

I stayed where I was as they chatted and ate, gawking at Jasmine when she stood up. She looked so damn hot in that dress. I just wanted to take her away from here, lead her to my room.

I shook my head and held myself back from jumping up and attacking Francisco. He kept on staring at her ass shamelessly and it really was bothering me. Nobody was allowed to look at her like that except me.

I noticed as they ate that Adam kept giving Francisco weird looks. Adam kind of looked constipated with the looks, but it appeared that Jasmine and Paulene didn't notice. I rolled my eyes at his idiot mind, continuing to drool over Jasmine in peace. After they had eaten, Jasmine and Paulene started to push the guys out of the booth.

Good, maybe they are finally sick of seeing their ugly faces. Maybe I could try to talk to Jasmine.

Jasmine and Paulene stopped walking and turned around to listen to something Francisco said. But I couldn't focus because Jasmine was standing right beside my seat. She was so close. I could smell the perfume she was wearing. I wanted so bad to reach out and touch her. I wanted to bury my nose in her hair and breathe in her sweet scent. I wanted Jasmine all to myself.

Jasmine then turned around and I quickly ducked down, pretending to be intrigued by my newspaper. I didn't even notice that I was holding my breath until they left the restaurant and I released a shaky breath. 

I left exactly five minutes after they did and headed towards my house. I was done watching Jasmine for the day. I knew Paulene and her planned to go to the movies and it wouldn't be the best environment to watch my beautiful babe.

I drove to my house and quickly locked myself in my room. The house was spotless, being the neat-freak I was. I had a grand house, really any sane person would want the house I had. But I was unhappy all the time. 

The only time I was happy was when I had Jasmine and I could call her mine. I saw flashes of Jasmine in my mind and I leaned against my door, looking into the dark room and smiling. Then the visions of her were corrupted with visions of Francisco.

Just the mere thought of that weasel caused my blood to boil and my hands to clench into fist. I took in a deep breath and reached for the light switch, clicking it and letting the bright light blind me for a second. When my eyes adjusted to the bright light I instantly calmed, looking at the glorious pictures of Jasmine I had covering the wall from the ceiling to the floor. I stared in awe at all the different angles, settings, lightings, and frames of Jasmine I had.

After I completely calmed down, I directed my attention to the wall to my right. On the wall was one picture of Francisco that I had taped to a dart board. Numerous holes were on the picture, and Francisco's left eye had so many holes in it that it was basically shredded. I walked over to my desk that contained of a binder that had, 'My Ingenious Plan', scrawled along the top of it, and my darts that rested in a neat line next to it.

I carefully grabbed each dart and placed myself in front of the picture of Francisco. I quickly threw the darts and they all landed on his forehead in a perfect straight line.

I stalked up to the picture, growling at the mere fact he was still breathing, and ripped the darts out of the picture. Just then my door swung open and I turned to see Greg, a guy I paid to take pictures of Jasmine with. He looks bored as hell as he walks towards me, holding an envelope out towards me. I snatch the envelope from his hand and quickly open it, seeing more pictures of Jasmine. There were only about five though, when usually he brings about thirty, so I looked up at Greg with a curious look.

"I noticed you in the restaurant, so I didn't bother taking pictures," he said nonchalantly with a shrug.

"You dumbass! Did you get pictures of her in her dress?! The lighting in that place was perfect and when she stood up it was a perfect view of her ass!" I shouted at him. Greg raised his brow and I cleared my throat.

"Um ... I meant ... a perfect view of her being ... um ... majestic and ... all ..." I corrected myself, stumbling over my words. Greg chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, you creep. Yes, I got pictures of your majestic unicorn in her pretty dress. Now give me my money, you stalker," he said with sarcasm, reaching his hand towards me. I dug in my pocket and threw a couple fifties in his outstretched hand.

"Can I go now? Really, looking at you for more than necessary makes me want to hurl," he stated, already starting to back away towards the door.

I rolled my eyes and waved my hand in dismissal. "Fuck off, Greg." Greg let out a laugh and left me alone in my room, where I gazed at the pictures of Jasmine looking like my beautiful sunflower.

Soon my darling. Soon.

A/N: Hey guys! VanishedShadow here! 

Well, the lovely has asked me to do an alternative chapter! Thanks for this opportunity by the way. I have chose to do Alex's POV because I personally hate his guts. He's also probably the most hated character in this book. So, why not do his POV and take a peek into his sick and twisted head?

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! Including you Jaz!

Well, I best be going. Bye!

VanishedShadow

Update (November 11, 2016): You just read the final edits of The Betrayal Within. Every single one of the chapters are edited. The plot is the same, just the wording and how the flow of the chapters were going.
The sequel, Revenge At Its Finest, is already out now, so go read it. There's more drama, action, and surprises coming your way.

Thank you for each person that read this story. From Paulene leaving to go to the military, to me going to college (actually, I'm in my second year of college), you guys make my day by tapping the ⭐ and commenting.

Hope I'll see you guys in the sequel.

Be random and meh to the world!

- Jasmine