THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

“What the hell girl! Are you trying to give us all a heart attack, rather than coffee?!” The guy with pink dyed spiky hair shrieked, staring at her in bewilderment and anger.

Emma thought that he would have looked handsome a bit if he hadn’t decided to go power ranger on his hair. The other guy with short, but curly black hair, had a surprised but amazed look on his face. She wondered why he hadn’t ordered for the rest, or perhaps call their attention earlier as she had stood there.

Maybe the bottom ass of the clique. She thought. A son to an average father, who perhaps caught the attention of one of the girls or the other boy. Oddly, she pitied him. No one deserved to be bitched around.

The three girls still had the shocked look on their faces. Ugly dunces. She thought.

“What did you do that for?” The third girl whom hadn’t said anything since the charade began asked. Emma thought she oozed a more distinctive aura of a leader. She perceived that this girl with partly dyed red-black hair was the boss of the clique. Quiet but lethal. From the sharp intake of air by the calm guy by her right-hand side, she knew she was right in her deductions. The other two bimbos were her minions. But she wasn’t fazed at all. After all, she had been there before, and had commanded a lot more.

“So that you guys could place your orders. I’m the only one waiting tables today, so I don’t have time for egocentric idiots who think that everyone is their foot mat. If you guys would care enough to look around you, you would notice that you are not the only customers here.” She said sweetly, too sweetly to be called sweet.

“What did you just say? Did you just call us egocentric idiots?” The purple haired girl drilled out in shock, her mouth agape as she glanced from her plastic friend to the others in their clique, as if not believing that Emma could talk that way to them.

“I will get you, just wait.” She continued, about to stand from her seat, when the quiet leader stopped her with a short command.

“Sit down, Abigail.” She said, her eyes still stuck to Emma’s, who looked unperturbed by her deep concentrated gaze. If anything, the latter seemed amused.

“Do you even know who we are?” She asked, a bit taken aback by Emma’s confrontation.

“No. I don’t care. But you don’t know who I am too.” Emma replied, aware of the murmurs going on all around her. With her enhanced hearing, she could hear some of the remarks of the other college students in the cafe.

“I like her bravery, but she is stupid.”

“I don’t blame her. I don’t think she knows who those five are.”

“I think she is still a new student, a first-year student.”

“But still, her colleagues have already heard of the mysterious five.”

“Perhaps, she is just starting this week.”

“Well, that’ s bad. It seems she took up a bad luck aura today. Those five wouldn’t care.”

“Why are they called the mysterious five though?”

Emma was sure that this last statement was from a newbie like her. She was already feeling goose bumps around her. She didn’t want to have anything to do with mysteriousness in school again. She already had a lot in her plate. And so, she almost regretted hitting the tray on the table; she would have waited. Well, just almost. She didn’t really regret it. She hated being put down by motherfuckers. She had promised herself never to fall for their whims again, after her experience while growing up.

But she still listened in, while awaiting the verdict of the boss of the clique, whose nostrils were already flaring in anger at her earlier statement.

“Well, they seem to possess supernatural abilities, although no one could testify to that though. They just have this dark aura, and the knack to make someone or something disappear, especially if the person had entered their black book knowingly or unknowingly.”

“Hmm, I think there are others like them though. Although, theirs are subdued.”

“Honestly, I don’t believe in this shit. They are just rich kids with money power. And you know that money can do everything, including making someone to disappear.

“My thoughts exactly. I don’t believe in this supernatural shit. We are all humans in this college, just that some have more richer parents.”

A month ago, Emma would have believed the last statement, would have been among the group which laughed at people talking about the supernatural in college, but knowing the things she knew now, from her experiences these few weeks, she knew that the supernatural exist, and that they might be in this region, perhaps even in the college. After all, wasn’t her history professor the same? Although she wasn’t sure if his had been a mere hypnotism. She bit her lips in worry. She hadn’t bargained for this at all when she had come to college. What the hell was this?

“Okay. I will pretend that I didn’t hear that or that you didn’t just insult us, if you kneel down and apologize.” The red-black dyed hair girl said, after some minutes had passed, with Emma still standing, and the other customers still waiting. But they wouldn’t interfere though, for fear of entering the black list of the feared clique.

Emma scoffed, not believing what she was hearing. Kneel down? Over her dead body. She thought.

“I will rather bang this tray on your head shortie.” She stated, smirking as she heard the gasps from people in the cafe. All eyes were on table four now.

The girl’s eye widened in incredulity. She stood up sharply from her chair, that the chair fell down, making scrapping noises on the floor.

“I said, kneel down.” She commanded.

Emma felt those strange tendrils again. They wrapped her tightly than that of Professor Perkins’. Who are these people? She thought. She shook her head, refusing to be enchanted, when suddenly a gust of wind lifted her up and knocked her down.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Only that she didn’t really fall to the floor, rather on strong arms, and when she opened her eyes, she was staring into the deep black eyes of Professor Perkins.