Alpha Malik (Published)✔️

Chapter Three

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~Aria

"They're here!"

My growl of disdain is caught rough and short, as the pressure against my chest grows. Alexa's insistent hands rest against my ribs, as she sits on my stomach. Kicking my knee up, I groan again in protest. What a way to wake up.

"Get off me," I snap, but she doesn't move, keeping me pinned against the bed.

My curtains have been thrust open, a rich, orange morning sun streams in, lighting up the make up smeared face of my best friend. Her hair has been gathered up into a wild ponytail, that had clearly been slept on. But the elated grin on her face suggested she had been up for hours.

"Get up lazy, they're here!" she exclaims, shaking my shoulders, the exuberant look about her not fading for a single second.

I attempt another way of getting Alexa off my lungs-by rolling my body-but she remains adamant. "Who?"

"Who do you think? Malik's little entourage! They are here to pick you up," Alexa tells me excitedly. I stare at her blankly for a few moment, letting the information take a few moments to sink in. The time had to be on the tip of dawn, so my mind was everywhere, still taking in the wild dream that I had experienced earlier.

Now I've awoken to a nightmare.

"You're lying," I say slowly.

Then it hit me like a bus. I did get chosen for this competition. This is real.

Alexa is off me in a second, as I scramble out of bed, in a flurry of sheets and nightclothes. My heart raced, as fast as my body was moving, as I grab my robe, throwing my bedroom door open. Alexa followed on my heels, as I shrug the cloth over my shoulders, running at the front door like a mad woman.

It wasn't until I flung the door open, that I became conscious of what I was wearing.

Bright blue pajamas with little fluffy sheep jumping over clouds on them was probably the focal point of the situation. Or maybe it was my hair, practically standing up on end from the rambunctious wake up call I got from Alexa. Whatever it was, the three people standing at my door couldn't stop staring at it.

"Welcome!" I hear Alexa say, right by my ear. Her hands were clamped on my shoulders, as she used her height against me, looming right over me.

The people at the door were three of the most professional looking people I have ever seen, which didn't help the deep set embarrassment that could be seen by the colour of my cheeks. The woman between two large men looked stunned, her pink tinted lips partly open, her fingers that were wrapped around a dark microphone slightly quivering.

On man looked like a security guard of some sort, as if he was there to protect this immaculate woman in front of me, from a knife wielding girl in sheep pajamas. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, so I couldn't properly see them. It was unnerving...

The man beside him held a hefty camera on his shoulder, if that little light on the side of it meant what I think it does, then it is recording.

Then, the woman with her dark hair forced into the tightest bun I have ever seen twisted around, turning to face the camera on the man's shoulder. I just stood surprised, eyes wide, as I looked straight into the camera's lense, wishing I was anywhere but here.