Trusting the Alpha

Chapter 3

~Everly's POV 

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"And then Jess yells 'To hell with ya!' at her teammate who wouldn't give her another chance on a strike. She said, "To hell, give me a 4th strike why don't you?!'" Dad says hysterically. Jess just stares blankly into space, almost afraid to look at her guests surrounding her. 

"At least it's nothing too embarrassing," I whisper to her. She just sighs quietly as her eyes rest on her half eaten plate. After dad had told that baseball story after she was five, she had pretty much grown quiet and less famished, very different from her usual loud/ annoying self. 

"Well, let's not forget who taught her those words, Mark," my mom says as she eyes him knowingly. My dad rolls his eyes as she takes his plate from in front of him and to the sink. 

Dinner overall had gone better than planned, maybe because the "ass" sitting across from me surprisingly was stuffing his face full of food the whole time and ignoring the suitable conversations his family and their friends were having. To say nothing of the fact, we barely made eye contact with each other and neither spoke more than 4 words at the table with everybody. 

I was really proud of my independence and I wanted to keep it that way. I honestly don't need a guy to keep me happy, support me or anything else. I do not need Darren. He is an ass and I do not want anything to do with him. 

"Well, I think I'm gonna go up to bed now," Jess says as she puts her plate near the sink. After about 5 minutes of helping Mrs. Mills and my mom clean up the dishes, they asked me if I wanted to join the guys and them on the front porch. 

I decided to politely decline, "Sorry, I think I'm gonna hit the hay, mom." She just nods as she and Mrs. Mills go out on the front porch with their husbands. I turn to see Darren once again in his same spot on the couch watching T.V., completely ignoring my presence behind him. 

I just crossed my arms and stared at him, thinking of what a big douche bag he is. "It's rude to stare, you know." How the hell did he still know I was back here? Oh, well. He's just weird and we'll leave it at that. 

"Good night," I say angrily to him. 

"Hey, I'm keeping a roof over your head, you might as well give me credit for that. We're feeding you, giving you hot water and oh, hey, yeah, we're welcoming you into our home. Be nice," he says to me as he gets up, the remote gripped tightly in his hand. 

"You think I'm the one that started this? I don't want to be here as much as you do. At least I attempted to be nice to you. You've just been a dick as soon as me and my family have gotten here. Why don't you step up your game and learn to live a mature adult life? And you get on me about being an ass," I say as snotty as I can. Next thing I knew, he pinned against me the staircase wall, both me and him panting. 

He looked me in the eyes and said, "You might regret what you just said. I don't want to be here either. Now if you have any right calling me a dick, go ahead and call me a bastard why don't you? Cause I've been called worse. Go ahead." I just stare at him endlessly, not believing what he was telling me. 

"Were you abused in another life or something?" I almost whisper. 

"Just go to bed," he says suddenly letting go of my wrists, dramatically dropping me to the floor. I get up quickly, still panting and looking at him unbelievably. "Go!" he yelled gesturing at me dramatically. 

I could've sworn I saw his eyes change color, but as soon as I heard that voice I just ran upstairs as fast as I could, not turning back. I would tell my parents, but would they believe their best friend's son did this to me? No. Might as well keep my mouth shut and mind quiet. 

Next thing the bastard will be reading my mind as well.