The Badass and the Alpha

Chapter Five

Everything is foggy. I see people crying in black dresses and suits. They have candles in their hands. A few faces look familiar, but the rest are without names. Actually, if I look closer, they don't even have a face, they only have features of a face, but nothing else.

I try to move around them, but no surprise there when I can't do it. I try to move my head sideways and after a great amount of effort, I get a view of what is going on. I see mom standing next to a priest and dad standing on a chair next to a knock-up blonde girl.

Taking a look at the background, I see trees, fresh moaned grass and the chairs. Some stones are scattered around the place. I take a closer look and realize that those are grave stones with names and dates on them.

I look at my mom, searching for some kind of confirmation and I see her cry. She is standing next to a picture, but the gloomy rays of sun are reflecting upon it so I can't see it clearly.

I look at the priest for some kind of clue and I see a coffin. A big black coffin standing on some gold stands above a freshly dug grave.

People around currently lost their faces, even mom had just a skin over hers and I decide that it's time to look in the coffin.

After fighting for my body to move, I get up and walk towards the grave.

Who died?

The casket is closed and I lift my hand to rise it. Mom didn't seem to see me approaching her or the priest, so I continued with my search.

I lift the casket and find a girl sitting inside. The girl has grey hair, a natural look and it's dressed in Sunday white cloths. I take a closer look and see around her neck a necklace that looks the same with the one my brother gave it to me when I was four, before he left for college.

Instinctively, I move my hand to my neck to check for the silver arrow necklace, but the only thing I touch is my skin. I look down at my neck trying to see if I missed it and I find nothing.

I start panicking, looking around to see if I lost it. I take a look in the coffin and see a way too familiar piercing, my brother and I made when I turned 15 to be matching and never forget about each other. A silver industrial bar shaped in an arrow, that no surprise there, was missing from my own ear.

I took a closer look at the girl. Pieces were starting to fall in place...

The grey hair... The exact same silver arrow necklace that I'm missing... The industrial bar shaped in an arrow piercing that I was missing... Is that...? Is that me?

Like being on cue, the girl popped her eyes open and displayed a smile. She really was me. She started to get up, her smile growing wider and wider.

What did I do?

She was getting up in her coffin, ready to get down from it when the purge sirens started ringing.

My immediate response was to breath out in relief for the zombie attack. They finally realized I was zombie, but no one from the funeral got up or seemed to be bothered by the noise. Mom was still crying next to the priest, dad was still sitting next to that Barbie wannabe girl now holding hands. I was the only one hearing them.

I felt my body being pushed down in the stomach and water started dropping from the sky.

If this is what's going to happen to my funeral, I would like to be cremated please.

I hear a bark and find myself saying: " Roxy, where are you? Stop barking, you will wake up the dead!", but she didn't stop.

It took me a while to figure out, I was dreaming my own funeral. I don't know how many sane people dream about theirs, but I for sure saw it as a sign of I'm gonna die today because of Ares Wilder.

Same routine goes for today too. As a sign of defiance, I took again a pair of black ripped jeans with a cropped white shirt, contemplating weather I should put on a bra or not, just to annoy the principle some more. I paired the outfit with some knee length high heeled boots and went down for coffee.

" Is it my birthday today or are you up early?" I said looking at my mom that was reading the newspaper with a stack of pancakes on a plate. " Uh...pancakes, me liky!" I said grabbing one from her plate. She didn't bother to look. She just kept reading her paper. " Hey! Anthropology mom! Did you bother to make coffee if you made pancakes?" I said shoving it in my mouth. She shook her head and raised her eyes at me.

" Ummm...? No, those are frozen pancakes. Sorry? What did you ask me?" she said while rubbing her head.

" Well, they taste like ones." I said spitting out what was left of it, " Tell me, did you make that magic black liquid that helps me not kill everyone in the first few hours of my rising?"

Mom just looked at me like I just fell from heaven. She had her blue eyes glued on me, but I'm sure her mind was somewhere else. She was a mess sometimes, but she was mom and I had to love her no matter her looks. Speaking of looks, she could use some roots coloring, her natural hair was starting to show over her blond mass of curls.

" Earth to mom!" I said waving a hand at her.

" Sorry! Drifted again. What happened?" she asked innocently, batting her lashes at me.

" One word: COFFEE!"

" In the pot. I swear, you are like your dad." hearing his name, made me tense, " you two run on coffee, I swear!" she continued with a chuckle.

" Yeah well, don't have time for food." I said putting the warm liquid in my travel cup and heading to give a kiss to her, " Gotta go!" I said leaving the kitchen and heading for the garage.

I looked in the bowl of keys for my car, but couldn't find it. Shocking! I know..

" Hey sweetie!" said my mom from the kitchen, " why is your car missing from the garage?"

Oh s**t! Now I was about to get in trouble.

" Um...cause my friend James gave me a ride from school. Run out of gas!" I screamed from the other side of the house.

Great! Now I have to drink my coffee and take my leather jacket with me...

" Bye mom!" I said before heading for the garage and chugging the coffee down.

I grabbed my helmet and my leather jacket and went for my bike.

I love ridding it because the roaring noise makes it so much cooler. I have no idea why my parents agreed to it when they saw it in the first place.

Thinking that I'll get to school in record time, I thought maybe I will have time for a cigarette, but when I got to school, I see James waiting by the spot I parked my car yesterday, so no smoking for me...

I go further in the parking lot, to the place reserved for bikes and stop the engine. I was thinking that I attracted attention with my purring motor, but it seems that no one cared, so even better for me.

I got down from it, strapping my helmet to my shoulder bag and look for James. He is still by the spot, waiting for me. I took the opportunity to make my way in the school and to class, trying my best to avoid him.

I'm entering the school when my phone rings in my jacket.

** Hey! Where are you ???**

** Who the f**k is this?**

** James...**

** ...**

** James McCallister...your student side body from school...**

** Ohhh... That James... The nerdy :))) How the f**k did you get my number?!**

** It was on the paper slip the school gave me.**

** How do they know my number, I didn't give it to them! Delete it!!!**

** Actually don't! I might need to know if you are dead.**

** WTF?!?!? DEAD??? Why???**

** Doesn't matter.**

** Where are you??**

While I was texting, I collided with a human wall.

" Hey! Watch were you're going!" said a growling voice.

" Yeah, I would if you weren't so big to occupy the entire hall!" I said raising up my eyes from the phone and guess who do I make eye contact with?! Ares Wilder... Moral of the story... don't text and walk when you are wanted dead.

" Oh, it was you..." he said kind of disappointed.

" Um...who else could give you hell this early in the morning?!" I said biting back.

" Right... How is your car? Did you get it fixed?"

" Yeah, not that you would care." I said trying to leave, but he grabs me by the arm to keep me in place.

" I'm sorry for what happened to it. We really didn't want to get it that far..." Is that... Is that sorrow in his eyes?

" Well, I'm having it fixed as we speak so, the car is just fine." I try again to leave but this time he puts himself in front of me, making me collide with his chest, again.

" How did you get to school?" he asked, trying to search my eyes for any emotion.

" Not your problem, but with my bike."

" You mean the Pegasus type of bike?" he looked at me like I was the flower girl at the wedding with some cute pigtails sparkle hair.

" No. With my 800 pounds steel bike." I said patting my helmet.

" You mean, you actually have a motorbike?" he looked wowed at me.

" Yeah" I said half smiling, half getting exhausted by this conversation.

" Wait... Do you have a photo of it?"

I exit the conversation with James that was asking me the same question, how did I get to school, and found a photo with me posing on the bike on my first day after I got my permit.

" Wow..." was all he could say while salivating all over my phone.

I closed it and continued my walk on the halls answering James.

** Same question, same answer: my bike.**

** And is your bike pink with sparkles all over it? :)))))**

** No. It's a Harley Davidson Streetfighter 975 with a 1.250cc and a V-Twin motor.**

** Wow... You actually have a bike...**

** You don't even know how it looks. Hell, I bet you don't even know how a Davidson actually looks like, the classics!**

** I'll Google it!*

** Yeah...whatever, I'm going to class. See you later.**

Why the f**k am I even talking to him. I said I don't do side buddies!

Recap: I get in school, pass death and have a normal conversation with him. What?!

I just passed death. I just... I'm not dead! Today is not my funeral! Yes... b***h! I'm gonna be alive till I kick that ass of his.

** Mom. I'm fine. Got to school okay.**

I had to text her to let her know that I'm okay. She hates it when I take the bike.

But who cared right now? I just cheated death and I was looking like a Badass walking with my leather jacket on and my helmet strapped on my shoulder bag. I was looking great, that until... the principle.

" Miss Doukas? What did I tell you about dress code?"

" To wear a skirt." I said neutral.

" And what are you wearing?" he asked giving me a quick scan with his head.

" A vessel. Her name is Jay Doukas, but we all know who is really inside." I give him a wink to get the analogy, while holding my crop top between the thumb and the index in a disgusting manner.

" Who?" he looked at me confused.

" Satan!" I say with an eye roll and move away from him to make way for his coffee that is about to spill after a girl that is making out with someone in the corner. " And that is my cue to go..." I half whispered, lowering a bit and crossing my legs in order to steady myself and get out of there as fast as possible.

That was close... Not as close as my life will get to death if I cross paths with Wilder today...

And sure as hell, I made sure I didn't.