Her Alien Boyfriend

1: Prologue

Two years ago

“I am breaking up with you,” I announced, my manicured fingers tapping across the array of pictures flooding my i********:. Almost every one of them was about me or had me in them. Hashtags like happy birthday and ‘Sweet sixteen’ were tagged in each of them.

A smile etched on my lips as nostalgia hit with every old picture of me and my friends. They were such goofballs. There was still so much time left till I turned sixteen and they had already started posting countdown and pre-birthday s**t.

I stopped briefly to spare a glance at the boy standing opposite me. We were a few alleyways away from our school in our secret spot where we often met up if we needed to talk in person, away from prying ears.

Dean, my current boyfriend, or should I say my soon to be ex-boyfriend, sat with his mouth open, gaping at me.

“Why?” he said after a pause, “Did I do something wrong?”

“Nope. We just don’t click,” I stated. I wouldn’t have even dated him if it was not for my Dad who thought Dean and I would be a good match. More like his family and my family’s business would be a good match.

Both of us were partly forced into this relationship and we both knew it. So it was no use pretending to be in love with someone when I was clearly not.

“Are you seriously breaking up with me on your birthday?” he asked, confused.

“Pretend relations are not really my thing,” I said in all honesty, tapping my phone shut, “Plus, if you were really my boyfriend, you would have known my birthday is not today. It’s tomorrow.”

Dean shook his head sideways, his fists clenching and unclenching. “It doesn’t matter. It will look fake if we suddenly part ways.”

“I am sure you will come up with an excellent excuse again”, I grinned. After all, he was good when it came to lying and playing charades. He kept it up for the past few months during our fake relationship. I was sure he could do it again when we were ending the same relationship.

Dean was an ace when it came to playing the game, both on the soccer field and in life.

I held up two fingers in a peace sign to the side of my temple. “Let me know your plan later,” I said as I bid goodbye and my feet dragged me away. My red Chevy was parked a few feet away, looking beautiful against the gorgeous green backdrop.

I hadn’t even taken a few steps in its direction before I was yanked backwards. “What the hell!” I shrieked, pin pricks of pain shooting from my arm where Dean’s hand had firmly gripped upon.

“Do you have any idea what my friends will say if they get to know that I got dumped by my girlfriend?” he screamed.

I held back a snort. What friends?

The ones that held parties at his expense or the ones that tried to lay their hands on me because they thought it was okay to share girlfriends.

Each of his friends was a real piece of work.

“They are none of my concern,” I said, trying to keep my cool. “Now f*****g let me go.”

However, with every attempt to shake his hand away, his grip only tightened. Dean’s eyes screamed murder as he held his face dangerously close to mine. My instinct automatically switched to alert mode with my mind working to figure out a way out of this.

I was already aware of his past abusive relationships but never thought he would have the audacity to try to hurt me. After all, my Dad was friends with his father’s boss.

“My father didn’t send me to you just so that I could be dumped by that pretty ass of yours,” he yelled, his long stature hovering over me.

Dean was a quarterback. In terms of height and strength, he had the upper hand. If he decided to hurl a punch, there was no way I could dodge for long.

“Dean, listen to me.”

“No, you listen to me. We will break up when I say we break up. Until then you are my girlfriend, do you understand?” he continued to spat.

That attitude was enough for me to forget all my politeness. All my past training about how I should act in public to uphold my family’s image went right out of the window. Even in intense situations like these, I was told to act with a level head.

“Let me go or your father can kiss his job goodbye.” My voice was cold, colder than ice. His eyes were locked on mine so he didn't have to see twice to understand the intensity in my stare.

I had enough of his bullshit and I was fed up with acting nice.

In terms of status and power, I was above him. We might both be well off, but when it came to business and connections, his family was nowhere near me. He was only a fish in the pond while I was the owner of the ocean itself.

“Do not forget your place,” I said with my icy stare.

Dean’s eyes widened in realization. Slowly, very slowly, his grip loosened. “I-I am so sor-ry,” he stammered, his hands shaking uncontrollably, “I lost control for a second.”

I snatched my arm away. Without any words, I turned and sauntered off.

Of course, he followed me on his heels like a lost puppy. “You are not going to tell my father about this, are you?”

I neither turned to look at him nor answered. There was no way in hell I was going to answer any of his questions after what he just did. All that was waiting for him was pure hell.

I opened my car’s door only to be closed hurriedly by Dean. “I am sorry, baby. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean what I did,” he apologized.

We might not be best friends, but I knew him enough to catch his bullshit. His fists were balled so tight that he looked about ready to blow up.

I backed a few steps to put some safe distance between us but it was too late. Backing down was taken as a sign of fear and Dean saw it as his change to lunge at me.

Broken pieces of glass went flying as my head crashed against the car’s window pane.

I fell on the ground with a thud.

My vision went red as a stream of blood blinded me.

I was losing a lot of blood and fast.

Within minutes, my senses went numb as I went in and out of consciousness.

“You f*****g b***h, who do you think you are?” Dean was screaming. He raised his fist to hit me.

I flinched. Turning my face away, I braced myself for impact.

But I felt nothing.

A gust of wind whisked past me.

I don’t remember clearly what happened next.

One moment, Dean was screaming curses at me, then the next moment, he was being pinned against the bark of a tree, his legs hovering above the ground. The hand he had used to hit me was bent in half.

Dean was screaming again. Only this time it wasn’t from anger.

There was another person with him.

I could make out his back but not his face. This person was tall, with broad shoulders.

No idea if I was hallucinating. The stranger’s long arms held Dean over the ground until his body went limp.

I watched as Dean’s lifeless body crashed against the ground.

A pair of boots approached me as I lay still, unable to move due to the pain in my head.

“You are losing a lot of blood. Do not try to move,” the stranger whispered.

He picked me up in his arms. “I am sorry, I came a little late,” he said in his soothing tone.

“Did my father send you?” I managed to say.

His hold felt so warm, a comfort against the blood curling pain.

“Don’t worry. I am here now, Princess. You won’t feel a thing when you wake up,” I heard him say. His fingers traveled across the length of my temple. Whenever his fingers touched, it shot a warm ray of relief.

I snuggled closer, already greedy for more.

I poked my eyes upwards to get a glance at him. Wavy chocolate hair, aqua eyes and a sharply defined jaw met my eyes.

If it wasn’t for the fact that every part of my body felt hurt, I would definitely have loved to study his features more. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“****,” he said.

I failed to catch what he said. His tongue felt foreign. I wanted to ask again who he was. If he could leave his address, then I would personally meet him to show my gratitude.

However, sleep was already tugging at my eyes. His touch was like anesthesia, slowly making me droopy.

“Sleep tight, Princess. We will meet again when the time is right.”

That was the last thing I heard him say as my eyes snapped shut, losing myself in the world of dreams.