My Senior Is An Alpha

The Evening

After grabbing our seats, Emma and I got comfortable as the party officially began. There were introductions happening, and everyone seemed excited, chatting away and enjoying the evening. I glanced at Rohan a few times, but he wasn't even looking my way. He seemed distant, maybe because I didn't wear the dress he suggested. I felt a little uneasy about it, but there was nothing I could do now.

Soon, it was my turn to introduce myself. I stood up and gave a quick introduction. It was short and simple. Nothing too special. As I spoke, I found myself looking at Rohan again, wondering if he would be paying attention, but he wasn't. His focus was elsewhere, like I wasn't even in the room. I felt a bit foolish for caring so much, but I told myself to stop. No more checking on him, Anshu. Let it go, I reminded myself.

Turning my attention to Emma and the other friends around me, I decided to enjoy the party. I laughed at their jokes and tried to push the thoughts of Rohan to the back of my mind. Across the room, I saw Rohan giving instructions to the other seniors, busy organizing things. Then, one of the senior girls started acting overly friendly with him. She was constantly by his side, laughing loudly at his jokes and touching his arm. It made me worried watching her, but I knew I couldn't do anything about it. It's not my business, I reminded myself, but it was still annoying to see.

Just as I was starting to settle into the party mood, seniors announced a fun game. "Alright, listen up! We have a little game for the juniors. Each of you gets a rose, and you have to give it to one of the senior students—girls give a rose to a senior guy, and guys give a rose to a senior girl. Don't forget to say why!"

Everyone got excited, and the room buzzed with energy. Emma, of course, went straight up to Rohan when it was her turn. She handed him her rose with a big smile. "Rohan, I think you’re super talented, and I admire you!" she said confidently. Other girls followed suit, giving their roses to Rohan and showering him with compliments. I didn't want to do the same, so when my turn came, I picked a quieter senior sitting in the corner, someone who didn’t seem to expect a rose at all.

I walked over to him and handed him my rose. "I like your simplicity," I said with a smile.

The room erupted in cheers and teasing shouts of "Ooooh!" I felt a little proud of myself for doing something different. But then, I noticed Rohan still wasn't looking at me. He was deliberately facing away, avoiding me completely. I felt a little sting in my chest, but I quickly brushed it off.

Then, something unexpected happened. The senior I gave my rose to got so excited, he rushed over to Rohan, proudly showing him the rose. "Hey, look! I got a rose!" he said, beaming.

Rohan took the rose from him, examining it closely. His face twisted into a sarcastic smile, and then, suddenly, he looked right at me. His expression changed instantly, from playful to angry, like I had done something wrong. My heart jumped in my chest, and in my nervousness, I accidentally spilled juice all over my dress.

I stared down at the mess, completely mortified. Just great. Now my dress was ruined.

Rohan, who had been glaring at me moments earlier, suddenly looked thoughtful, like he was deciding whether to help. A few seconds later, he walked over to me and handed me a key. "Here, go to the room upstairs. I'll bring you something to wear."

I shook my head quickly. "It's fine. I have a spare dress with me. I can change in the restroom."

"No," Rohan said firmly. "Go to the room and change there."

I hesitated, feeling unsure. "I can just—"

"I said go," he repeated, his voice more forceful this time.

I nodded, feeling like I didn't have much of a choice. I took the key and headed to the room he mentioned. When I opened the door, I was surprised by how luxurious it was. The room was beautiful, with fresh flowers, soft lighting, and candles arranged all around. The curtains were drawn perfectly, and the whole space felt so fancy, like it was set up for something special. It almost felt like a room meant for a romantic evening. Why would Rohan have access to this room? I wondered, but I didn’t linger on the thought too long.

I quickly changed into my spare dress, fixed my makeup, and went back downstairs to rejoin the party. This time I wore the dress which Rohan asked me to wear .

As soon as I entered the hall, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. My new dress must have looked good, because I heard people around me saying "wow" as I walked by. Even some of the senior girls were giving me compliments. For the first time that night, I actually felt pretty.

And then, there was Rohan. He finally looked at me, and this time, he didn't look away. His eyes scanned me from head to toe, and I could see something like surprise in them. He smiled—a small smile—but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach and focused on getting back to my friends. Just then, another game was announced: truth or dare. The seniors explained the rules, and the juniors started playing, spinning a bottle to see who would be picked. The room was filled with laughter and excitement as people completed their dares or revealed embarrassing truths.

The bottle eventually pointed toward me. "Truth or dare?" one of the senior guys asked with a grin.

I hesitated for a second. "Dare," I said, though part of me regretted it immediately.

The senior’s grin widened, and I had a feeling I’d made the wrong choice. “Dance with Rohan,” he said, his tone playful but firm.

I froze. "No," I said quickly, shaking my head. "I can't do that."

But rules were rules, and I wasn't allowed to back out. I glanced at Rohan, who was standing a few feet away, leaning against a table. He saw my discomfort and straightened up. He didn’t say anything at first, just looked at me. Then, he stepped forward and held out his hand.

His eyes locked on mine, waiting. I took his hand, and he gently led me to the dance floor.

The music started, softly . He placed one hand on my waist and held my other hand lightly. My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure he could hear it. He leaned in slightly and asked, "Why is your heart beating so fast?"

I didn't know what to say. I just looked at him, completely flustered, unable to answer. His fingers tightened around my waist as we danced, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world had stopped.

But then it all became too much. "I'm sorry," I whispered, pulling away from him. I hurried off the dance floor, my heart racing even faster than before.

I grabbed a glass of water and tried to calm myself down. My friends rushed towards me and asked if I was okay.

"I'm fine," I said, laughing nervously. "I just... I can't dance. Rohan was dancing too well, and I didn't want to embarrass myself!"

I glanced at Rohan. He was watching me from across the room, a small smile playing on his lips and I couldn't help but smile back out of shyness .