Kiss An Alpha novel Chapter 9

"You will not believe this," I said excitedly. "I overheard my dad and Cedric talking yesterday, and apparently..." I stopped as I got the strange feeling that someone was listening. I looked around, but nobody was near enough to hear, especially since I was whispering. My suspicious glance instantly turned to Mason, but he was several feet away, talking to some guy from the football team.

"Apparently what?" Cella prompted, nudging my shoulder.

"I...I can't shake this feeling that someone's listening," I said honestly.

Marcella laughed. "K, don't be ridiculous. There's no one within earshot, at least not with how quiet you were talking."

"I know, I know," I said distractedly. "But...I'll tell you another time, okay? When we're alone."

"Okay," Marcella said slowly, giving me a strange look. Just then, Mason popped out of nowhere and threw an arm around her shoulders.

"Hey, Cella," he greeted smoothly. "I never got a chance to say good morning to you."

It was slight-faint, even-but I saw a pink tint make its way to my best friend's cheeks.

Don't tell me she's...

"Good morning," Cella giggled.

Oh no.

"Good morning," I mimicked, mocking Cella's giggle.

Mason ignored me entirely while Cella settled for fixing me with a glare. "When are we going to continue with the project? I really want to just get over with it before Mr. Cooper gives us his project."

Mr. Cooper was the crazy AP World History teacher, who had a new tedious assignment for his students every other week. "I agree," I chimed. "How about we try to finish it after school today?"

"I can't," Mason said. "Blake just invited me to his football practice; a lot of his teammates are sick and they need one more person to scrimmage."

"You play football?" Cella asked. "How do they know if you're any good?"

"Yes, and they don't. They will later, though," Mason said with a shrug and a smirk.

"So what I'm hearing," I said slowly. "Is that you're to busy with your fuckboy business to help with the project?" Mason opened his mouth to argue, but I cut him off. "That's...that's awesome! Tell Drake or Jake or whatever his name is that I say thanks!"

Cella chuckled, which earned her a glare from Mason. She blushed and shrugged, but she didn't apologize, so I counted it as another win for me.

"Okay," I began as I tossed my bag on the floor and practically collapsed onto Cella's bed. "Where did you two lovebirds leave off yesterday?"

"We are not-whatever," Cella spluttered. "But, uh, I'd say we had almost all of the planning done when he left."

"So?"

"So he's a fuckboy. Guys like him are to me as girls like Emily are to you."

"Kieran, everyone thinks Emily's a bitch; I'm not alone. But I'm pretty sure you're the only person at school who doesn't like Mason."

I shrugged. "I pride myself on being different."

"You're impossible," Cella groaned. "Come on, think about it. You were rude to him first."

"So that little stare down we had," I said, "the one that you said was like a scene from twilight. That was completely one sided? It was all me?"

"Still, you were the first one to be mean. He tried to make a joke and you snapped at him. If you hadn't, that little macho contest wouldn't have happened."

"Oh, but you see, Cella," I tsked, "That's where you're wrong. It started way before that."

"What do you mean?"

"This is going to sound weird, but...It's like the moment I saw him, I hated him," I explained. Cella crossed her arms in front of her chest.