Alpha’s Forced Desires

Chapter Three: Longing and Loyalty

Mia’s POV

I stomped towards the garage and grabbed my bike. I couldn't believe I was biking on my first day of school when there were four cars parked in the garage. It wasn't fair. I hated them... all of them.

I climbed onto my bike and was on my way to school. In less than a minute, my anger had subsided, and my brain was occupied with other thoughts. It's funny how the ADHD brain works. Just minutes ago, I was livid, and now I had forgotten that I was angry. It's crazy how easily and fast I get angry and how fast I cool down and start thinking of other things.

In less than thirty minutes, I was at school. It could have taken me less than 10 minutes by car, but we all know why that didn't happen.

I biked all the way to the business school. I major in business. My dad made sure we all majored in business administration. Mike was the only one who rebelled, and lucky for him, Stanford couldn't offer him that major, so he changed to a less competitive one. I saw my best friend Anaya and Miley out front waving at me.

Anaya and I have been best friends since first grade. Anaya is a five-foot-four brunette with hips that make all the guys literally go crazy. One thing I love about her is how much she matches my level of craziness. I thought I was crazy until I met Anaya. We just clicked immediately. She's studying to be a fashion designer, and I know she's going to kill it.

Miley, on the other hand, we met on orientation day. She's five foot six and Asian—Korean, to be precise. She was quiet and alone, and when I noticed, I convinced Anaya that we should talk to her.

She was shy but really cool. Turns out she was Anaya's roommate. I know, coincidence. She also majors in business administration.

"Hey guys," I said as I stopped in front of them.

"I thought your family is filthy rich," Miley stated.

"Yeah?" I gave her a questioning look.

"Okay, so you don't have a car?" She asked.

"Oh, she is banned from having one," Anaya answered in my stead.

"She crashed her first car, and since then, her parents don't trust her with a car," She explained, and I nodded in agreement while Miley chuckled.

"So why don't you just ask for a ride... I mean, you said you have three brothers who go to Stanford?"

"Because my brothers are the biggest jerks on the face of the planet," I said, and she laughed.

"Ooh, speaking of your brothers, how is... you know who?" Anaya asked me, and I gave her a stern look.

Anaya is the only one who knows about my crush on Austin. I eyed her to give her a signal that Miley is here. Her eyes lit up in realization.

"Mike... I meant Mike. How is he?" She corrected herself, and I rolled my eyes at her.

"He's fine and hasn't mentioned you, Naya."

"Well, I'm not giving up... We're in college, and I still have my chances," She said determinedly, like always.

"Wait... you like Mike?" Miley asked.

"More like in love with him," I said, and Anaya groaned.

"I can't help it," She said.

"As much as I hate myself for liking somebody who might probably never see me, the heart wants what it wants," She said, and I nodded in agreement.

I understand Anaya because I'm also in a worse situation.

"Okay, enough about my brothers. Are you guys set for this afternoon?" I asked, and they looked puzzled.

"You guys didn't see my text?" I bellowed.

"Um... of course, we saw it," Anaya said.

"Yeah..." Miley added.

"What did the text say again?" She asked, and I moaned angrily.

"I can't believe you guys; we're spying on Alexa Aniston this afternoon. I can't believe you guys forgot."

"Oh that..." Anaya said without interest.

"What do you mean, 'oh that'?" I asked.

"Look, Mia, I don't get the hype about her. Why are you so invested in her?" Anaya asked.

"Because she's our ticket to join Phi Beta Pi. She's the house captain, and if we get close to her somehow, we're in," I tried to explain to them, but they still looked uninterested.

"Come on, Anaya, you know I really want this," I said, and she rolled her eyes.

"Fine!!" She said.

"Yaaay!" I hugged her excitedly.

"Thank you; you're the best," I said.

"The only reason I'm doing this is because your mom was a member, and she said she had a fun time back in her days. I'm not doing it for you," Anaya said, and I chuckled.

"Either way, thanks." I smiled and turned to Miley.

"What about you, Miley?" I asked.

"I mean, I'm open to joining, but I'm on financial aid, and my family isn't rich. I don't have extra money to pay for the sorority house expenses... sorry," Miley said.

I admired how confidently she talked about her family. She looked proud to be part of her family, rich or not. Most people wouldn't do that.

"But I can still come with you to spy on her. I have too much time on my hands that I would love to spy on a white, rich sorority girl who survives on Daddy's money," Miley said sarcastically.

"Okay, you're insulting the definition of the person I wish to be in two months, minus the white," I said as a matter of fact, and Miley raised her hands to surrender.

"Anyways, guys, after class, we'll meet up by that coffee shop. I heard she likes the donuts they make on Mondays. Okay?"

"Okay," they both chorused.

Anaya waved goodbye before leaving for the school of arts building, while Miley and I walked into the school of business.

We walked hand in hand to the class we were taking. I stylishly looked around, wondering if Austin was there for class. I doubted it because I had left him at home. With Austin, Jeremy, and I being business administration majors, I would see a lot of them. My heart rippled with joy at the thought.

Austin left for college when I was in sophomore year of high school, and since then, he's been scarce. He insisted that my dad get a house for him outside school. My dad bought the house with the condition that we all live together when we go to college.

He barely came home during holidays, even though Stanford is only an hour and thirty minutes away from home. At times when he did come home, he wouldn't stay for up to a week. He missed birthdays, Easter, New Year's, and even Christmas. After Jeremy and Mike got into college, I hoped things would change. Maybe they would influence him to come home too, but that was never the case.

Whenever they came home, he never joined. On my graduation, I begged my mom and dad to make him come. They threatened to block his credit card for a month if he didn't show up. I even built up the courage to text him and beg him. He never replied, but a part of me was sure he would show up. I was wrong; he never came.

A part of my heart withered that day. Is this how much he hates me? I thought. During those periods, I missed him a lot.

My family didn't help much because every time they went to visit him, they never took me along. They always left me behind with our old nanny, who's a little creepy, but I guess my parents trust her.

At first, I understood why I was left behind. But later on, it started to seem like they were all purposely leaving me behind to go somewhere secret. Sometimes they would all leave for a week or more. One time, they didn't come back for a whole two months. Before Ariel's death, they used to do the same thing, but then the reason was different.

I wasn't curious enough to ask my family the reason, though. I know that if they're keeping anything from me, it's for my own good.

All that matters to me is that I can finally see Austin every time.

I did everything I could to stay close to him. Anaya and I wanted to go to Columbia because we love New York. I wanted to rebel against my dad and go there, but I couldn't... Austin wasn't there.

After the incident with Ariel, the love he had for me became cold as ice. He never acknowledged my presence, never looked at me or even talked to me. Not a day goes by that I don't carry that burden and pain in my heart. He no longer loves me as a sister, let alone as a lover.

I mean nothing to him.

With everything, I had decided a long time ago that I won't destroy my family because of my selfishness. I will try my hardest not to pursue the love. I will only love him from a distance...

"Mia, let's go in," I faintly heard Miley's voice.

"Mia," she touched me to pull me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I said, realizing we were already at the entrance of the class.

"Let's go in," she said before pulling me along into the lecture room.