Typical Alpha

Chapter Three: Seven Days - *PART ONE.*

ABOVE: max

DEDICATIONS TO:

Mimo2012 - For giving me the inspiration to finally publish this :)

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Day 1:
After the deal I made with Claire, Oliver came in and took me back to Douche Bag's room. I told him I knew the way, but he didn't believe me for some reason.

He didn't ask about what his 'Girlfriend' and I had discussed, and I appreciated it. Oliver isn't that bad, it's just Douche Bag I'm worried about.

I'm a person to my word. So I would give Douche Bag a chance like Oliver said.

He was lying on his bed, His head resting on his crossed forearms, looking up at the ceiling. His green eyes scanned every movement there was like a fly.

When Oliver closed the door behind me and left, Douche Bag's attention shot straight to me. I can tell he wanted to smile but he refrained himself from it.

"Hi," I began like a robot. Standing still at the door way of his room.

"Hello," He sat up, and gave me the smile that he was holding in. He patted the spot next to him as a gesture to sit beside him. I took it, and reminded myself that I'm doing this for Claire.

When I sat down, my back leaned against the wall and he wouldn't stop staring at me with that wide smile. He looked at me as if saying "Hi." made his day.

"How was your day?" He asks as if we're eating dinner around a table.

"Just another day, Alpha." Just another day of being held hostage, trying to escape and being gassed. This is my life now.

"Where did you hear that?" He stares at me with shock, remaining in his seat he was in before.

"It's you're nickname, isn't it?" I gulp, feeling uneasy because he obviously doesn't like me saying that.

"No. Don't call me that." He says calmly.

"Okay," I nod at him, and as lean back once again my arm grazes his. For Claire. Save Claire.

"Do you want something to eat?" He asks at my growling stomach. The last time I ate is when Kevin gave me a trip to the fridge before I went to bed. That was yesterday.

"Yes please."

He made burgers. I watched him prepare everything, frying the patties slicing the tomato and cheese. I offered to help butter the bread, but he shook his head, he didn't need my help. My elbows were propped up on the bench when two people sat either side of me.

One of them was Kevin, his chocolate brown eyes glow in the sunset light.

The other one was that boy that I kicked in the balls.

"Hey, Sia." Kevin yawned at me stretching his arms.

"Hi." I murmured not wanting to move my jaw from it's resting position.

"So.. I heard you beat up Ian over here," Kevin snickers at the boy to my right. So his name is Ian.

I nodded in response, when the Ian guy spoke "Yeah, Yeah. But I brought her back here didn't I?" It's more of a rhetorical question but it still needs to receive acknowledgement.

"So you were the one that gassed me?" I ask turning to Ian, and he nods looking at me in awe but being proud at the same time.

"You did what now, Ian?" Douche Bag places a plate with a burger on it in front of me and glares at the boy next to me. Kevin and I whirl our heads around to him to see what happens.