The Alpha's Girl

Chapter 11

He smirked and walked off. I let a shaky breath out and looked at Reagan.

"I don't know why I even tried!" "Don't cry, if he wants to play this game, we'll play this game."

"What are we going to do?" I question, wiping a fear tears as I did so.

"Dylan, and if Dylan isn't enough... Noah."

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This definitely felt wrong but Dylan agreed with it. I groaned, as they told me the plan again.

Dylan's supposed to meet me at my locker, we're supposed to kiss, then he's going to put me on his back and take me to the cafeteria. Basically act like we're a couple...

The bell rang and when I walked to my locker Dylan was already there. He beamed at me, "Hey Estellllaaaa," "Hey Dyl!" I "giggled" as he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me.

That was probably the worst kiss I've ever had. Yuck!

He bent down so I could crawl on his back, when my arms latched around his neck he took off.

"DYLAN! SLOW DOWWWN!" I squealed, laughing the whole way there.

He placed me down at our table, and I sat on the other side of Reagan.

"I'll be back, I have to go get my lunch." "Have fun!"

He chuckled and walked away.
"Cooper's staring at you."

My head bolted upward to find Reagan.
Good, he's a heifer.

Dylan walked back and sat down next to me.

"So you'd rather have nasty gooey stuff than have half of my sandwich?"

"Well that's your only sandwich, I don't want to take it."

I scoffed and split the sandwich down the middle and shoved it in his mouth.

He obviously didn't expect that, so he jumped back.

"Estella!"

"What? You were hungry and being stubborn, if I just gave it to you, you wouldn't have ate it!"

"So?"

He murmured, chewing on the split sandwich.

"I won!"

I cheered loudly.

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Reagan and I went back to my house and she talked about how much success we had achieved.

"Cooper came up to me and he was like,'Did she really move on? Reagan! Please!'"
"Goooooood."

I was dangling off the couch, feeling the blood rise to my face.

"Can we go do something? I'm bored."

"Plot?"

"I'm tired of plotting, and he's obviously not jealous!"

"Ohhh yes he is."

"How do you know?"

"I just do. My house?"

"But-"

"Okay, let's go."

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We stumbled up the stairs into Reagan's room, and she shut the door.

"Okay, he just got a whiff of you, and now his wolf is going crazy."

I shook my head, "Okaaay."