The Two Alphas of Rosewood Creek [MxM]

Chapter 12

We made our way into the cafeteria line, arriving just in time to get a coveted spot in the front. Kash glanced over the whiteboard menu, trying to decide what he was going to stuff in the pit he called his stomach. I tagged along, avoiding the lunchroom tables for obvious reasons.

"Hey loser!" someone shouted from behind us.

I took a deep breath and sighed.

Who could it be this time? Ryder? Nate?

I spun around and saw a fair, tall boy; his hair dyed a platinum blonde and styled in a two-block haircut. His eyes, a deep crystal blue, complimenting his blush lips. His body was similar to mine except for the obvious six-pack peeking through his light blue pastel flowy, thin top, with white jeans highlighting his long slender legs and a dangling earring of a moon that tied his outfit together.

He almost gave off this Paris fashion week vibe. He was a little taller than Kash and I, but those two inches gave him an air of confidence we just couldn't match. He looked really innocent, completely different from what I was imagining. I scanned the rest of the line, thinking the voice had come from someone else.

"Hey loser," he spoke up again, prompting my attention back to him.

Oh...so it was him...What the fuck does he want?

I watched him as he smirked at Kash and I, gripping his textbooks in his hands as the crew that was oblivious to me laughed along with him. There were two girls overdressed in harajuku garb and three other guys, sending hard K-pop boy band vibes.

Kash immediately lowered his head, nervously shaking. I noticed that whenever Kash was scared or intimidated by someone, he would always do this as some subconscious sign of submission, and I didn't like it.

"How come you aren't at the main house anymore?" the pretty boy asked Kash. Kash remained quiet, still silently shaking, his lunch tray vibrating in his hands.

"What? You finally got kicked out by your old man? It's about time, you're just a waste of space anyways." His evil chuckle prompted his squad to erupt in fake laughter. He gave Kash a light shove, sending his lunch tray to the ground and spilling chocolate milk all over Kash's green polo and white sneakers.

I didn't have any context to what was happening but one thing I knew was that I didn't like this dude or any of his friends.

"Leave him alone," I barked, my anger steaming from my ears. I pushed the manic e-boy away from Kash.

The wannabe influencer turned his attention to me, his eyes peering into mine, slightly confused by my sudden challenge.

"Who the fuck are you?" he sneered through his teeth, sucking the air and rolling his eyes

"Who the fuck are you?" I threw his stupid question back at him.

He rolled his eyes in disgust. "Everyone knows who I am." He waved his hand around, pointing to himself, his groupies gawking at the accusation. "The name's Zale," he laughed as he tossed his bleach white. "And now that I've educated you...," he paused, in no way to gather his thoughts, but rather in a kind of awkward, egoic emphasis, "...to whom do I have the pleasure of meeting." With those final words, he gave me a daggering up and down glare.

"I'm Remy, Kash's friend."

"Kash's friend?!" Zale burst out laughing. I waited until he finished his tired routine. His exaggerated movements seemed so desperate that even some within his own group raised their eyebrows in distaste to his need for seeking attention. The others from his group still followed along as they mimicked his laughter.