Alika's POV
(She looks so perfect- 5SOS)I sit tapping my pencil vigorously. Extra classes suck I tell ya. I turn and catch a couple of girls glancing my way with awe. I pinch the bridge of my nose and try not to loose my patience as finally my Philosophy teacher walks into class.
He's brutal and straight to the point and leaves a LOT of reading. I already don't like him.
I try and pay attention with all the murmuring and glances I can sense sent my way.
I am practically out the room the moment my teacher closes his book.
Disrespectful I know.
This was a mistake I should call Harvard and ask them to reconsider me.
I pass by a theater and hear someone singing.
I pause. Something about that voice. I double back and sneak into the theater as quietly as I can not that anyone would question me. I have a knack for getting away with murder apparently.
A girl stood at the very center. She was singing. A soulful rendition of grand piano. Now Nicki Minaj sang it beautifully but this girl. She just........ I leaned into the wall behind me and listened.....The people are saying
That you have been playin my heart
Like a grand pianooo....She was soothing I can say. That's the best way for you to understand the feeling I have at this very moment. She stops as if sensing someone watching her, and she must have because her eyes land on me automatically. I smile awkwardly what am I supposed to do.
She arches a brow that is clearly asking me what am doing here.
I stutter and point to the door.
"I was ....j-just passing by and I.. Uh...."
She smiled and that's when her physical features hit me like a freight train.
My God she was beautiful.
She was tall for a girl, nowhere near my 6 foot and some but she was past 5'5 I can bet. Platinum blonde hair and wonderful gray eyes.
"Do I sound that awful'?" She asked
I shake my head slowly
"You sound wonderful " I tell her sincerely
She smiles
"Marie Claire " she offers
I smile and leave. And no not because am a douche but I could smell testosterone coming and I did not want to sit there and watch her boyfriend start making assumptions.
I bump into a guy entering the theater as I leave.
I told you so. You have to trust me more on these things.
I walk by and head to find some food.
I enter the cafe at the edge of the school property it looks more peaceful and suddenly all the buzz dies down. I frown and look around and end up staring at a pair of green eyes.
Now while this might seem like an all too normal occurance. For me it's not , no one and I mean no one ever meets my sight unless it's necessary and even then they can't hold my gaze for long. I always chalk it up to my weird eye colour. But this guy didn't seem the least bit threatened or scared. So being the guy I am I hold his stare.
Al give you a dollar if you guess who looked away first.
Ofcourse he did. I told you to trust me.
I walk up and buy a sandwich and coke.
I sit at the and of the building on one of the last benches so far from the others it's started chipping and weathered from all the attack from the elements.
"You know you could have atleast told me your name"
I smile as Marie comes into sight and sits opposite me. Am I the only one feeling the tension in the room?
"Alika" I offer and get back to eating
"Well Alika I believe your new In town because I grew up here and I know everyone who comes in and out....."
She stares at me waiting for a confirmation, I raise my eyes slowly through my dark lashes the moment I see her eyes, they fall down. Sad the only pair of eyes I wanna stare at and they don't wanna look back at me." your eyes are ...." She doesn't finish her sentence instead she lets it hang between us. I smile and turn in time to see the guy I bumped into earlier enter the cafe and stare firmly in our direction . As much as I like her, I don't like dealing with boyfie drama EVER.
"Your boyfriend is calling" I whisper
She follows my gaze and a look of disgust crosses her face.
"He's just an admirer you don't have to worry about him" she replies
I furrow my brow and she is sorrounded by an air of confusion.
Her so called admirer and the guy I had a stare off with nod at each other and they stand simultaneously.
She looks around nervously. What the hell are these boys bullies of some kind? Let it go on record I may be quiet but I do not tolerate abuse of any kind.
They walk up to us and stare at her so hard I feel sorry for her.
"Marie why you sitting with the enemy?" Stare off says
I sit up straighter and observe them. These guys are as tall as me and much more heavier in the muscle department.
"Enemy?" I sneer and suddenly I am at the receiving end of hate glares
My my my these dogs can bark alright. I chuckle.
She tries to ignore them so admirer puts a hand on her and yanks her off her seat.
Okay he asked for it. I stand and grab both her hands and pull her to me.
I may not have had a mother or a sister growing up but I sure as hell know that's not how you treat a lady.
"She can make her own choices I believe " I say
Both men stand infront of me trying to intimidate me. I hold my ground and my body feels charged up. Probably that's the adrenaline.
Let it go on record I did not throw the first punch but u sure as hell was not gonna sit and be punched to a pulp. I gave as good as I got.
So at this point we are both dirty from a scuffle that went out of the cafe into the backyard garden. I'm sporting a bruise on my jaw but my counterparts aren't quite as lucky , broken noses, a black eye and several bruises.
Fending for myself taught me one thing the most; you have to be able to defend yourself.
They were about to charge into me when a loud voice thundered for us to stop ... And as much of a rebel as I have always been something in me recognized authority, something In me also recognized power.... Power that up until now I did not realize was what I possessed too..... And who did this voice belong to????***********
So watt pad encouraged me to type and since am not exactly pressed for time or have a multitude of things to do I decided why not????this is a temporary publishing and won't be up for long ......
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Empire
RandomAlika Montgomery was the definition of raw power. He was a lone wolf and he relished it. But his world isn't quite what he thinks it is..... There are secrets that are just bubbling at the surface waiting to see the sun .....