CHAPTER SEVEN

CHELSEA'S POV

Sometimes moving around the world was hectic mostly emotionally because you end up getting attached to people. And one morning you'll wake up and snap you're leaving again abandoning the people you truly care about.

Dad had promised me that this was our last move and honestly as much as I love exploring I was relieved.

Mom and dad wandered off inside the house leaving me to do some personal research.

I looked around the block and my gaze landed on a certain house where I saw a boy at a distance playing basketball.

He had black hair, and he was wearing basketball shorts. He kept scoring, and he got my attention; he was also shirtless, showing off his six-pack.

His abs and muscles glistened in sweat. He looked like the bad boy next door. Every good girl's weakness.

I found myself walking towards him.

“Maybe we could be friends, and he could teach me a few moves because he was superb.

Plus he seemed approachable. I hope that he won't be one of those guys who think they are big shots and love to flirt around with girls.

If he tries that nonsense on me, I won't hesitate to kick in butt plus I learned karate ever since I was six years old. I'm practically a pro.

MARCUS'S POV

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and scored another hoop. I gulped down some water and splashed some of it on my face to cool myself down.

It was very hot.

I stared at the new girl, and she waved to her parents who were standing in the doorway. Her dad nodded and she started coming this way. It was strange. I wonder where she's going.

Her folks went back inside, and I continued playing basketball minding my own business.

I was never interested in having a girlfriend like my other classmates plus I've heard tons of things about girls that I definitely want to UN hear.

Firstly I'm fine alone, and I don't need a clingy creature always blabbing about Disney princesses or Barbie Minnie was already driving me crazy with her TV shows and series on Netflix. 

I sighed tiredly.

Listening to Bruno Mars when I was your man.

Same bed but it feels just a little bigger now

Our song on the radio, but it doesn't sound the same

When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down

'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, Hoo

Mm, too young, too dumb to realize

That I should have bought you flowers

And held your hand

Should have give you all my hours

When I had the chance

Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance

Now my baby's dancing

But she's dancing with another man

My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways

Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life

Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh

And it haunts me every time I close my eyes

It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, …

The song ends blissfully.

Having a girlfriend must be so stressful, and now it's making guys pour out their feelings in lyrics like in some romantic cheesy film.

At least I'm not the romantic type I'm not in the mood of breaking someone's daughter's heart.

The girl got closer, and I pretended not to see her the last thing I wanted to do was get involved with a girl.

She would be all over me like a love struck teenager. 

 I never really believed in love especially when I became a teenager. My parent's relationship was always toxic, and it never motivated me in the love department.

What was love anyway? 

To me, it was a risk. A risk that only made people weak and held them back, and I will never be weak.

I'm done with that phase of my life and I will never go back to being a weakling ever again.

I'll always be a ruthless alpha.

Even though I didn't want to admit it, deep I had a feeling that the girl next door was about to change everything.

She was only a kid, and I was older than I. She was talking on the phone and her joyous laughter and giggles filled the cool October air.

I was just a broken black haired boy. I never really had a loving perfect family. The only family that I knew was my mom herself, but now she was no more.

She was an angel, and I was the devil too dangerous and untamed. I didn't want to taint her pure aura and make her miserable.

I would stay away from her at any cost.

My inner demons were craving to touch her and careless of her soft hair and skin.

“No.”

I couldn't let her crawl up my skin and get into my head like some virus she would ruin everything.

She was just a distraction that I couldn't allow right now but maybe one day things would be different, and I secretly hoped for a companion to join me no matter how dark the path was.

She would be my Luna and I would be her alpha.

Furthermore, she would be my queen and I would be her king.

Not only that, but she would be mine.

CHELSEA'S POV

My best friend Ariel had given me an unexpected call. We've been friends since kindergarten and our friendship was still going strong.

It's been almost three months and I haven't seen her plus her schedule is tight since she's a full time model.

I'm so proud of my BFF.

After our girly bickering I hung up and approached the mysterious Adonis man.

“Hi there…” I muttered quietly, waving my hand, but he kept throwing the basketball into the hoop, totally ignoring me.

How rude of him no one has ever given me the cold shoulder before.

I scoffed angrily. It seems that he couldn't hear me because of the earphones he was wearing.

I sighed deeply trying to calm myself down.

I tapped him on the shoulder and his eyes met mine intensely.

They seemed hooded with an endless tunnel of darkness, pain,anger and resentment.

He cocked a brow at me and I withdrew my hand nervously.

He kept staring at me weirdly, and I couldn't read expressions.

I swallowed hard and met his gaze. Suddenly my lips went dry, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

Holy cow I can't be blushing in front of this boy I composed myself coolly.

“Well are you going to say something?” He muttered harshly and I flinched.

“MMM…”

My head completely went blank, and I began fidgeting with my fingers nervously.

What the heck had happened to me?

MARCUS'S POV

This is definitely very awkward. She seemed tense and nervous, and I wasn't in the mood of playing a superhero besides she's the one who approached me first.

Sixty seconds felt like a thousand hours. She was still standing there nervous, our eyes met and her cheeks turned a shade of bright pink.

This can't be happening if she starts liking me things will go down hill and everything will burn up in flames.

She bit her bottom lip.

“Well are you going to say something?” I asked harshly and surprisingly she flinched. Like I had poured acid on her.

She relaxed and her lips curved into a breathtaking beautiful smile.

“Hi I'm Chelsea.”