Wrongly Labeled [On Hold]

Chapter 4

"Dennis! What a pleasant surprise seeing you here," Scarlett said, running her hands through her hair. She giggled softly, shifting her eyes towards the ground. "So, um . . ." She chewed on her bottom lip, acting exactly like I thought she would. "How's Alpha Sigma Phi doing?"

      His mouth formed a rigid grimace, as the muscle in the corner of his eyes twitched. "Don't change the subject, Scarlett. You're lucky I'm the one who overheard your conversation, and not some—"

      She gasped out loud, pointing her finger at him. "You actually know my name!"

      I relaxed my shoulders, breathing out when I heard Dennis chuckling at Scarlett's reaction, his stomach shaking. At least he's laughing now. "Did you forget who your father is? Everyone knows who you are."

      "Yeah, but you're a fourth year, so you never actually saw my face before . . ."

      He raised his brows at her. "You do know you're not very good at hiding, right?"

      I laughed under my breath, remembering how Scarlett tried darting under that bush earlier today. It wasn't hard picturing her hiding behind a poll or an object of some sort thinking it hid her body well. Scarlett may be book smart, but she definitely wasn't street smart. 

      Scarlett's cheeks reddened, darting her eyes at her heels. "Damn it. I thought for sure I was being discreet about it." I read her lips, as she mouthed her sentence quietly. She looked up—her violet eyes met Dennis' green ones, gulping loudly. "Does Aaiden know?"

      Dennis shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know. But, I'm pretty sure he's used to it by now to actually do something about it. I mean he is Aaiden Airtheart, right?" he asked, making the pitch of his voice high, as he matched the tone of Aaiden's obsessed fans.

      Scarlett pursed out her lips. "No offense, but it's kind of weird how you sounded exactly like a girl just now."

      Dennis winked at her, and said, "Practice makes perfect."

      Scarlett's nose scrunched up. "What does that mean?"

      "Dennis is a gifted actor, Scar," I told her, causing Dennis to glance at me. He fixed his gaze on my face, staying a little bit longer than necessarily.

      I tilted my head, studying him. "What?"

      "Nothing." He shook his head, blinking. "I didn't think a second year like you would know that fact about me."

      I shrugged my shoulder, brushing my blonde locks behind my ears. "It's kind of hard not to. I mean you were the lead to every single play E.A.B puts on."

      "You actually went to them?" He stared at me, his mouth ajar. I could imagine the sparks in his brains, as he tried to process the new piece of information. "You don't seem like those overly infatuated girls. Practically half of my audience is made up of them and it gets especially annoying when they come up afterwards, hoping I'll be their "special" practice partner when they know I have a girlfriend."

      "You have a—" Scarlett started to say when another voice cut her off.

      We both turned around to see the server behind the grill with his mouth stretched out into a thin line, his eyebrows creased. When his saw our faces, the smoldering look of irritation quickly disappeared, as his lips morphed into a broad grin. Clearing his throat, he stood up straight, and leaned closer towards us.

      "Please excuse my rude behavior earlier, ladies. I didn't realize it was you guys." He grin soon exploded into a wide smile, his tone a lot more chirper. "Anyways, what can I get you, girls?"