Kiss An Alpha novel Chapter 8

Cella huffed and slid back into her seat. "You, uh, you've got all these girls always throwing themselves at you, but you always reject them. Yeah, that's why."

She was lying. I didn't have to know her as well as I did to notice-Marcella was a horrible liar.

"Sure, sure," I said dryly. "It's not like we've had hour long conversations in the past about how I want to be with a girl who doesn't throw herself at me, but one who is modest and genuinely interested in my character."

I got her, I could tell. She hesitated way too long before she laughed weakly and said, "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Haha silly me." I gave her an I'm not buying it look and she sighed in defeat. "Fine, Mason told me to ask you."

I grew irritated at the mere mention of his name. "What the hell? Why?"

Cella shrugged. "I don't know." I gave her a doubtful look and she held her hands up submissively. "Honestly, I don't."

I narrowed my eyes at the blonde girl. "So if my answer was yes, you would have told him?"

"No!" Cella said quickly. "It's not like that, K, I promise. He asked me after you left and I told him then and there that it wasn't his business and I wouldn't tell him even if I knew. But after he asked I was still, well, curious."

I felt the strange urge to punch something. "That little bastard!" I hissed. "Why do you think he wanted to know? What would happen if I said yes and you told him? I bet he wanted to use it as blackmail, or to expose me to the school. That dick!"

"Hey," Cella put a soothing hand on my arm. "I don't think it's like that, Kieran. Really, I don't. You've only known each other for a day, he can't hate you enough to go that low. I think he was just curious. Or maybe he's gay, and he likes you."

"Hah!" I snorted. "As if! He just wants something to hold over me!" I smirked as an idea came to my head. "Tell him yes," I instructed. "Tell him I'm gay as all hell. I want to see what he does with it."

Cella's eyes widened tenfold. "Are you insane? What if he tells people?"

I shrugged. "What if he does? It's his word against mine, I can reverse the damage just as easily as he causes it. Plus, like I give a shit if people at school think I'm gay. It's 2016, they should be over it."

Marcella seemed hesitant. "I don't know, K. Our school is as stereotypical as high schools get-it's practically a scene from Mean Girls. We've got the stereotypical popular jocks who are assholes and bullies and incredibly homophobic."

I scoffed. "Like I care. If Mason tells and anyone has a problem with it, they can suck my gay ass. Besides, the stereotypical high schools also have the homophobic jock who's confused and curious and decides to experiment with the out gay kid. Maybe I can get some jock action," I said with a wink. Marcella laughed and rolled her eyes.

"You sure you're straight?" She chuckled.

"No! I mean yes! What?" Mason's face was beet red, which gave me way more satisfaction than I could ever describe. Whatever he did with the information, it was worth seeing him so flustered.

I just smirked in return, and watched as his embarrassment turned to aggravation. "Whatever you say, champ," I said.

"Hey, what's that suuposed to-"

"Boys!" Mrs Gremlin snapped in our direction. "Are you even paying attention?"

"Nope," I said blandly. Mrs Gelatin's face turned as red as Mason's and I braced for the explosion that was sure to come.

However, before Mrs Glacier could utter a word, the sound of the fire alarms going off pierced the air. "Oh, silly me!" Mrs Gasoline giggled. "I forgot that there was a fire drill today. Okay, everyone, you know what to do-"

But most of the class was out the door at the words fire drill. Before long, the class was dispersed among the many joining us in the hall. Nobody ever actually did what they were supposed to during a fire drill-that would be plain boring.

I stuck to Marcella's side the entire time; when we were finally out in the open I grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the crowd. "What's up?" she asked curiously.