The Alpha's Done. Rucas Fanfiction.

Chapter 3. Cannoli.

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Chapter 3
Holy Cannoli
Riley's Point of View
Chapter Song: Hey - The Beatles
Chapter Quote: "You can't buy happiness, but you can buy cupcakes. So, no big deal." - Unknown
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They were green. His eyes were green.

A green that had easily become my kryptonite. They could easily become anyone's kryptonite. We had locked eyes from across the room, and in that fleeting, yet at the same time terrifyingly long moment I was drowning. I quite literally couldn't breathe, not to mention my gosh darn heart constricting inside the depths of my chest. How is a woman supposed to handle situations like that? I've never been in any sort of scenario where my head and my heart were basically dying on me. Even my head, which I had a tendency to ignore more than half of the time.

So, I stared back.

They weren't green in the 'remind me of a meadow sense', more like the 'colors of spring time forest leaves after a fresh rain' type of green. I'm being picky, I know I am but you can't put a homemade cupcake up to a box cupcake and tell me that they're the same - no offense Betty Crocker. When I think of a meadow the first thing that comes to mind is a pale green, the sort of pale that comes to light right at the beginning of summer. The forest green fits perfectly, they're dark and when glancing up and through the trees you can see flickers of gold from the sun. The light is a metaphor for the few specks of honey in his irises that were barely visible from how far away we were. That could also point towards the intensity of my stare.

Aside from his eyes, and the obvious fact he was handsome beyond words, only one other thing truly stood out. An intimidating aura that surrounded him like a dark cloud looming above his perfect Adonis like head. It was in everything he did, the blank stare, clenched jaw and wide set frame. It was daunting yet, alluring all at the same time, which only makes it worse.

I've been on dates, and even had a boyfriend that I cared for greatly. However, none of them were like this stranger. Dark hair, dark eyes and goody two shoes, that was more my forte. At least, until I had seen him.

The same him that has been on my mind non-stop for the past week.

The same him that is preventing me from creating this wilting flower! "Holy cannoli!" With too much force, I slam down my piping back and cross my arms, ignoring the smidge of icing that came out with the force. My glare is entirely focused on that stupid bag that was not cooperating with me! "Fudge."

"Uh oh, Mrs. Matthews. It's worse than we thought, she's cussing." My best friend comes sauntering into the back with a smug expression and arched brow. "Don't make your mom wash your mouth out with soap darling."

With a huff, I'm slumping onto a barstool that is reserved specifically for me and my 'fits'. "I can't get this flower to look right."

Maya pulls her long locks on top of her head before grabbing the piping bag and doing my job for me. "Well, I could tell you that these look great and you're being too hard on yourself, but I'd be lying." I bite into my bottom lip to prevent laughter from sputtering past my lips. She and my mother are the only people I can take criticism from without wanting to burst into a never ending pool of tears. I just wanted to be mad a little bit longer, was that too much to ask? "Spill. You've been off since that party a week ago. Your mind is more than just in 'Riley Town', it is like in outer space."

"At least I know you don't sugarcoat anything." Maya snorts before glancing at me briefly with those icy blue eyes that have seen right through me since the first time we met. Sighing, I frustratingly run my stained fingers through my tangled hair. "That guy - the one from the party that I told you about has been running through my mind constantly. I need help! I feel like I'm going crazy and can't focus on anything that doesn't pertain to him."