THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma sighed for the umpteenth time as she sat in class listening to the third lecture of the day. She thought it was the most boring teaching she had ever sat under. She didn’t know if it was because of the monotony of the professor’s words, or the fact that she was alone in the class. Not that she was really alone though. There were other students in the class. But then, they were not Maya or Derek. She missed them already. She had thought that they would be back the previous day, but that hadn’t been the case. She would have stayed back at Melvina’s place today, if not for the fact that she had already missed a lot of classes, and Clem was quite convincing with his words.

When they had come back from the forest the previous day, Margo had refused to enter Melvina’s small estate with them for no apparent reason. And when she and Clem had turned aside to discuss about the best statement to give Melvina for entering the forest and staying whatever number of days they had thought that they stayed, the older woman has disappeared into thin air, just like that.

Clem had noticed first, and she had followed especially when he had zoned out of their conversation, and had started looking around.

“She hadn’t even said goodbye or given me a clue about what all these is all about.” She mused to herself, referring to the strange happenings around her.

Clem had been hell-bent on getting answers from her, about Margo, even as they had walked slowly into the estate, which had already been kissed with the darkness of the night.

But she had skipped around the questions, until he had gotten tired and weary. She had only told him then what had happened earlier that morning; the refrigerator incident; something to soothe his curious nerves. And of course, he had behaved as she had thought that anyone would, at receiving that sort of information, shocked and a bit concerned for her.

Anthony had met them halfway on their way into the main house, and had been surprised, asking them where they had been coming from.

She had replied the forest, and had asked him how many days they had stayed out, even though she had been suspicious that they hadn’t stayed out long; for if they had, Melvina would have come looking for them.

Anthony had looked at them weirdly, before asking them why they had thought that they had stayed out for some days.

Clem had pinched her to stay calm, but she had come out with the truth, seeing no reason why she should become a liar as he.

But when she saw Anthony’s nostrils flare, she had regretted saying the truth, now seeing why Clem had pinched her to stay calm, while he covered up for them. The former was going to have his ass on the fire, for taking her to the enchanted forest, just as he had noted before accompanying her.

And so, she had pleaded for leniency on behalf of Clem, while begging Anthony to keep it a secret from Melvina and her husband, knowing that the duo would have Clem’s skin if they ever heard of the news.

“Thank God he agreed..” She muttered, looking away from the lecturer to glance at her phone that had just beeped.

She opened the phone.

It was a message from her sister, the 50th message now.

When she had gotten into her room, after having ushered greetings to Melvina and her husband, mentioning that she had gone out with Clem to check out her workplace, she had booted on her phone, only to find more than 70 missed calls, and tons of messages; 49 precisely, all from her sister. After all, her mother doesn’t know that she had a phone already.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Due to fatigue, she had switched off the phone, promising to return the calls and texts today.

But today, Eva had woken her up from sleep.

She had slept really in, and knew she would be late for the first class.

Had almost stayed back, if not for Clem who had dropped by while she had been consuming a wholesome breakfast of fish and chips, and had convinced her to come for classes, citing that she must have missed a lot with all her unaided absence in school.

And now, she was in class.

She still didn’t know if she had made the right choice still.

Since she came, her mind has been wandering all over the place. She couldn’t even concentrate on what the professor was saying. She was still trying to understand the theory of the forest, and why they had returned the same day, instead of days later. Had Margo done something about that? She didn’t know. These lot of questions, with absence of answers was threatening to drive her crazy, despite her firm resolve to solve things herself.

She would have to go to her workplace today. She thought, while contemplating on whether she should open up the message or not.

The professor’s call made the choice for her.

“Hey you, at the back seat.. Yeah… the redhead. Stand up.” He said, pointing at her.

She bit her lips to hold in a hiss, as she stood up slowly, but not before sliding the phone stylishing under her bag.

“I haven’t seen you in my class before.” The professor stated. “Are you just starting?” He asked.

“Yes..” She replied, ignoring the murmurs she was getting from her other course mates. They should mind their business. She thought.

“Oh, I see. You have a lot to cover then. You should ask them about the texts I already recommended for them, and the assignment that should be submitted by next week Monday.” The professor said.

“Okay Sir.” She said, about to sit down, after some seconds of waiting in vain for another remark from the professor.

“Before you sit, Miss…..” The professor mentioned, waiting on her to complete his statement with her name; inadvertently causing her to cuss repeatedly under her breath at why and what he would be doing with her name.

“Emma Drackson, Sir.” She stated, furrowing her eyebrows the next second, as she noticed that the professor, whom she was just realizing was quite young, was smirking at her.

“Oh, okay. Miss Drackson. Keep your eyes on me whenever I’m teaching, not on your phone.” The professor requested, before turning away from her to make a marking on the board, all the while keeping his smirk in place.

A smirk which Emma found irritating for no reason. Was he making fun at her own expense? She thought, dropping down on her seat like a sack of tomatoes.