The Alpha's Girl

Part Two

We were all sitting in chairs, facing the wall. I was in the middle, then the two boys on the outside of me.

"Will you go on a date with me?" Jake suddenly asked.

"Um- no. I don't even know you. And you got me in trouble, so thanks for that."

"Oh come on, after detention, we can go out for ice-cream, or something. I'll make it up to you."

"No, dude. Just leave me alone."

He finally sighed. I hope that meant he accepted defeat.

"Just for an hour?"

"Oh my god! Fine! Just to shut you up. For an hour."

"Shhhhhhh." Our detention teacher shushed me.

I looked back over to see Jake smiling to himself. God he's so weird.  I feel like I'm gonna be murdered. He's gonna take me on a 'date' and murder me.

The jock leaned over to my ear, "you his girl?"

"No." I harshly whispered back.

"I figured. You're like totally smoking and he's a nobody."

I heard that sound again. Where does it keep coming from? Am I imagining it? Maybe it's just desks moving around in other rooms.

The rest of detention was silent. Nobody talked, not us three nor the few people that joined us after each class.

"You can go." The teacher stated, causing everyone to rush to the door.

"Wait."

I felt a soft grip on my arm. Jake.

"What do you want?"

"Our date, Emily."

"Okay. But make it quick."

We walked in silence to his car, which was a really nice one. It was black and shiny. His daddy had to have a lot of money.

He opened the door for me, then ran to his own. I buckle my seat belt and ask,

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"You're not going to murder me, right? 'Cuz I really don't wanna die."

He looked at me, eyes filled with amusement and confusion.

"No, Emily, I'm not going to murder you."

"Why-why do you want to go on this date so badly?"

He quieted down, eyes moving like he was trying to think of what to say.

"You seem cool, Em."

Wow. With the nicknames already.

"That's it? I seem cool? There were so many girls in that class alone that were drooling over you. You shoulda picked one of them."

"Nah, none of them are as beautiful."

I blushed. Blushed. I never blush.

I stayed silent, almost falling asleep when I hear, "we're here."

I looked around, we were literally in the middle of nowhere, it looked.

"Oh my god. You are going to kill me."

I hurriedly unbuckle and jump out of the car.

"Emily. Em- calm down. I'm not going to kill you, I promise."

"Will you stop calling me Em? Oh my god, what am I even doing here? Why did I agree to this?"

I felt hands on my shoulders, Jake was standing in front of me, looking down at me. It makes it sound like I'm short, but I'm actually like 5'5, which isn't that short for girls, compared to all the ones in my school. But he was at least 6 foot or something.

We made eye-contact- which was very much short lived, due to me looking at the ground almost immediately.

"Can we just get this hour over with?" I whispered.

He sighed and nodded, beginning to walk somewhere.

I followed closely behind, scared of being alone in the woods. He led us to a cliff, with nothing but a bench on the -far enough away- edge.

He grabs a hold of the back of the bench, motioning for me to come over.

I really don't like this. I didn't want to walk over there, I'm pretty sure how much I'm shaking would caused me to slip of the edge and fall to my death. But I went anyways, and sat down next to him.

It was about 5 o'clock now, which meant the sun was starting to set.

"Sooo..." I mumble. He was just looking at me, not like creepily staring but just looking. Like he found something that he was proud of.

"You are single, right? Because I think I'll have to kill them if you weren't." He chuckled towards the end part, but the way he said it, I believed him. Which was scary.

"Yeah. I'm single. The last boyfriend I had was sophomore year, we dated for like, 2 months but he broke up with me because I hadn't fucked him yet."

Wow. Blabber-mouth, huh? I am being way too honest right now.

"I've only had one girlfriend, I was like 13, we're actually kinda still friends."

  I took a moment to 'check him out', practically. His skin was definitely 'sun-kissed' but not overly tan. His freckles were unevenly spread across his face, mostly bunched up on his nose. His hair was a dark chocolate, sides mostly shaved down and the top; long, flowy and messy. His nose was buttony, which I had to admit, was cute. His shoulders were broad, but not grossly, overly muscled. He was.. okay.

We chatted about a few more things, each conversation, making me less tense. We were on the topic of our favorite T.V. show, when I felt fingers wrap around mine.

I stopped talking, looked at our hands, then back at him. He chuckled sheepishly and rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand. It felt tingly, and nice. But I pulled my hand from his.

He looked disappointed and sad. Which, in turn, made me feel bad. But I don't know this guy, I'm not just going to hold his hand.

I check my phone, "It's 8 o'clock! It's been 3 hours! Oh my god, I've got to get home."

I begin walking back to the car, head down and still thinking about the way that my hand tingled when he touched it.

I sit down in the car, impatiently waiting for Jake to drive me home. He gets in, takes his time buckling, and getting out of the woods.

"I had a good time." He whispered. Almost like he was afraid to annoy me.

I think I did too. I did have a good time talking to him, especially if time was so over due. But I couldn't tell him that, I didn't want him thinking that there was going to be a 'second date.'

"Yeah.." Is all I could come up with, immediately feeling bad when I saw his face fill with sadness.

I just stayed quiet, besides giving him my address, until he parked in front of my house.

"I'll see you in class tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure." I mumbled back, just wanting to leave.

"Goodnight, Emily."

"Night."

I shut the door, and quickly ran inside my house.