Kiss An Alpha novel Chapter 4

Cella raised her eyebrows challengingly. "Oh, and you are?"

"Shut up," I grumbled. "That's not what I-"

"Hey, Cella!" I groaned out loud at the sound of Mason's voice. "When are we going to start working on the project?" He asked as he reached us, ignoring my existence entirely.

"Hello to you, too," I said sarcastically. Mason didn't spare me a glance, but I found satisfaction in the way his jaw clenched.

"Well, have you already read Macbeth?" Cella asked. "Grumpy over here and I have."

Mason nodded. "Yeah, I read it last year. Can't promise that I remember it much, though."

Cella smiled and shrugged. "Neither do I, but I'm not rereading it. I'm sure we can find anything we need online. Since we're ahead, though, we should start working on it soon and get it over with."

"I'm free tonight," Mason offered. "You guys?"

"I'm free," Cella nodded. "K?"

I simply shrugged and nodded. "Where are we gonna do it?" Mason asked.

"Not my house," I said quickly. Mason looked at me suspiciously and I crossed my arms. "Is that an issue?"

"'Course not." He smiled the fakest smile I'd ever seen. "Just a little curious as to why?"

"I don't want you in my house."

Cella elbowed me in the side. "What he means to say is that he has a big family. It can be hard to concentrate."

"Oh, I do too," Mason said, choosing again to look at only Cella. "How about yours?"

"Living forever," Cella emphasized. "That's the point."

"But then I'd have to watch people like you grow old and die. What would I do without my blue haired bestie?" I joked, nudging her with my elbow. Marcella pushed me lightly and unconsciously grabbed a strand of her blond hair as if to make sure the color hadn't changed.

"It was a phase," she groaned. When she was twelve and going through her wannabe emo phase, she'd dyed her hair electric blue. She hadn't done a very good job, though, and had managed to get the skin of her palms, ears, and forehead stained blue for a week. I opened my mouth to make another embarrassing comment but she cut me off saying, "Shut up, vampy. C'mon, you're coming home with me."

"Woah," I stopped walking and put my hands out in front of me. "At least take me to dinner first."

Marcella rolled her eyes and said, "You're insufferable," but her smile gave her away as she grabbed my arm and dragged me through the parking lot.

After an hour or so, I heard the door knock downstairs. I groaned loudly as Cella hopped to her feet and sped out of her bedroom, not bothering to ask if I wanted to come with, because we both knew the answer to that.

Through the open bedroom door, I could hear Cella invite Mason in and direct him to the room. In a strange way, I could feel them nearing. Not so much Cella, but Mason. It was as if I could sense his presence approaching, and it was not a nice feeling. When his figure appeared before Cella's in the doorway, I found myself growing more aggravated at the mere sight of him. That was odd, I had to admit. It wasn't just the type of aggravation you felt when you saw someone you don't like. It was more like that feeling when there's something in your shoe or an eyelash is stuck in your eye. It was the feeling of something being there that you know shouldn't, but you can't seem to get rid of it.