THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma came to a halt as Damon stopped by the mahogany door. Her face scrunched up a bit as she remembered why they had set out on this journey together; to see the jerk faced professor. What a waste of time. She thought.

“Do you really hate him that much?” Damon asked, as he took notice of the frown on her face as she stared at the door.

“Yes.” She replied, unwaveringly.

“But you’re just meeting him for the first time today.” He cited.

And he managed to get on all my bad nerves. She thought.

“Happens…” She muttered, with a shrug.

“Well, good luck then. I have to be going.” He stated, holding fast to the sling of his back pack, his eyes brimming with amusement.

“Thanks for the good wishes, walnut.” She said. “And thanks for showing me his office.” She added immediately with a smile, pushing away his faux protest.

“You’re calling me walnut again. I hope it doesn’t become a regular.” Damon mentioned.

“Well, it may be. Keep your hopes alive.” She said and laughed, before dropping a knock on the door.

“I will have to choose one for you then.” He stated, about to turn away and leave, when she called him back, by his name this time around.

“Don’t try it.” She said.

“Wait for it.” He said, smiling now.

as she remembered something.

“Yes..”

“You told me that Mr. Perkins asked you to show me the way to his office, right?” She asked, keeping her gaze on him.

“Yeah, he did.” He replied, and she smirked.

“What?” He asked, flinging his arms wide, unable to rein in a laugh.

“You’re lying. Ooohhhh…” She sing-sung, forgetting that she had already dropped a knock on the professor’s door.

“And why would you say so?” Damon asked, slightly curious about what the redhead thought of his actions.

“Well, before I left the class, I saw you sitting down at the extreme, by the far left, immersed in your phone, and you were alone; we were alone actually, since the others had left. And I don’t remember Mr. Perkins asking you to escort me to his office during his class, or during that time you were alone. So, when and how did Mr Perkins tell you to show me his office?” She asked, waggling her head as she smirked at him.

Damon stilled, then laughed.

“You got me, okay? You happy now?” He asked, as he curtailed his laughter down to a smile.

“Of course. That was a nice strategy though.” She said, winking at him.

“How many girls have you tried it with?” She whispered, a conniving note in her voice.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“None. I just wanted to help you. You looked like a lost child in the woods.” He stated, with a shrug, amused at her deduction.

“Oh, I see. Thanks still. Although now here, I wish you hadn’t helped me. Then, I would have had an excuse to ditch the meeting.” She cited, turning up her lips in a pout.

“You wanted to ditch the meeting with Mr. Perkins? I don’t think he would have let that slide. He is quite strict, despite his bad boy looks and vibes.” He said, and Emma snorted.

“Bad boy vibes my foot. He looks like a kangaroo.” She said with a frown, and Damon couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

“Emma… you are right outside his door.” He mentioned.

“So what, what is the worse that can happen? I doubt he can hear us though.” She replied, folding her arms across her chest.

“You don’t know that. I’ll be going now. Take care. See you tomorrow.” He stated, winking at her, before turning around, and walking down the corridor, in an opposite direction from where they had come.

Emma looked on, until he took a bend towards the other side. She soughed as she turned her attention back to the mahogany door, and whomever the occupant might be.

Breathing out loudly, she unfolded her arms from her chest, and let it drop.

“Fudge it..” She muttered, raising up her hand to knock on the door, but before she could do so, someone grabbed her hand tightly and pushed it down.

“Heyy!” She shouted, turning around to see who had held her hand that roughly. It couldn’t be Damon.

She huffed, as she saw who it was. Claire. She wasn’t surprised. The blondie must have followed her here.

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

They asked each other at the same time.

Claire hissed, and ran her hand along her scalp wildly, obviously irritated.

“Why did you follow me here?” Emma asked calmly, not wanting to stir up trouble outside a professor’s door.

“I didn’t follow you.” Claire retorted, as if she would be caught dead, rather than following her.

“So, what are you doing here?” Emma asked, folding her arms across her chest again, as she held the blunt stare of the blondie.

“That’s…none of your business.” Claire said, a bit angry at herself for stuttering in front of her enemy.

“So, why did you hold down my hand? Are you looking to stir trouble even in school?” Emma queried, her eyes blazing with sheer annoyance and irritation.

“You’re not worth it. What business do you have with Mr. Perkins? Are you a spy?” Claire blurted out, and Emma scoffed, not believing what she was hearing now.

“Spy?? What nonsense are you talking about now, Dumbo? Don’t you have anything important to do than trying to stir up a hornet’s nest?” She asked, her tone rising by the second.

“Dumbo” Did you just call me Dumbo??” Claire asked, her eyes widening at the human’s impetus. She had thought that the incident that had taken place in her brother’s room would make the redhead cower at her feet, but if anything, her mouth got looser. She vowed she would tighten it up soon.

“Oh, yes. Or would you prefer man-slut?” Emma queried, with a smirk.

“You….” Claire shrieked, about to pounce on her, when suddenly, the mahogany door opened, and Professor Perkins stepped out.

“What is going on here?” He asked, as he wrinkled his nose at both of them.