The Alpha's Challenge

Chapter 6

{Molly's P.O.V}

My heart was racing, my legs were shaking, and my hands were sweating. I stood outside Dr Harlow's office door, waiting for my body and my breathing to return to its normal calm self before knocking. I didn't want her to start asking questions - but then again, should I alert a member of staff to the fight going on outside the building?

I decided not to get involved and keep myself to myself. I only had to complete another couple of weeks and I would never have to look at this building or those people again... but then again, I don't think my eyes would mind seeing that guy again. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the naughty thoughts that were now plaguing me. I don't even know the boy's name... but I bet it is something dark and... STOP! I scalded myself, what had gotten into me?!

I took a few more deep breaths and straightened myself out, before knocking.

"Come in!" I heard Dr Harlow call.

I opened the door and walked in.

Dr Harlow looked over her glasses at me and squinted.

"What's the matter? You look awfully flustered, dear" she asked, with concern lacing her voice.

"Oh, it's nothing. The stairs took it out of me and I ran across campus as I didn't want to be late" I lied, trying to convince her of anything but the truth, but I think she knew better.

Images of the guys downstairs flashed across my mind and as much as I didn't want to, I couldn't stop thinking about that one guy.

"Ok, well have a seat. I'll just be two minutes" she said, as she pointed towards the seats.

Dr Harlow's office was cozy. It wasn't a big room, but it had a large corner desk at one end with a tall, broad bookshelf on the wall behind her. There was a small coffee machine on the desk and piles of books and files scattered around. She had a couple of seats lined up next to the desk and that was pretty much it. There were a couple of photos of who I presume to be her husband and children on the wall too, but it didn't leave much room for anything else.

"So, tell me. How is your final draft coming along?" she asked, placing her hands in her lap and giving me her full attention. This time she was smiling, and her demeanor had changed into a nurturing role. I took a deep breath and started to talk about how the project was coming along. Words flowed easily when I was talking to Dr Harlow and soon enough our half an hour was up.

"Well, it seems as if you have everything under control and are almost ready to submit. We should have one more meeting before you submit, just to do final checks and then I am sure I'll be seeing you at graduation", She said, smiling.

Talking about this with such finality made me both nervous and excited. I can't believe I was talking about graduation already.

I said my goodbyes and thank-yous to Dr Harlow and left to head home. My bag was full of books and I definitely would not miss lugging a heavy backpack full of stuff around once I qualified. I went outside and to my surprise... or should I say to my horror, I saw the blue-eyed model of a man still there, leaning against the wall as if he had nothing else better to do.

When he saw me, his eyes flickered up and met mine. The intensity of his stare was something I had never experienced, and I didn't know where to look.

I smiled at him and tried to walk past quickly, without making it awkward, but to my surprise, he pushed off the wall and started walking next to me.

I stopped and turned to face him.

"Are you OK? Can I help you with something?" I asked him, thankful that my voice came out at a normal pitch and pace. He looked slightly taken aback by my confidence, but it didn't deter him.

"No, I just wanted to apologize to you. I thought we may have scared you off earlier after our... disagreement" he said, cautiously, "But I can see you're not as timid as I first thought", he added, looking me over.

"Well you didn't, I was just late for my meeting" I retorted, feeling a heat on my face. I knew my body was betraying me at that moment as my cheeks burnt and I could tell they were blushing.

A small smirk fell across his lips and I found myself staring at them, wondering what it would be like to run my finger across them, to kiss them, to... I really do need to get a grip of myself. I shook my head, to clear the thought that evaded my mind once more, and turned to walk away.

"My name's Elliot, by the way" he said, as he began walking with me again. He had such confidence about him. His hands remained in his pockets, carefree and comfortable. The evening breeze tickled the loose strands of his hair as he walked and his strides were so effortless, I don't think it mattered how quickly I walked he wouldn't struggle to keep up.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Elliot, my name is Molly. I guess I will see you around." I said in return. Wondering when he would stop walking and go his own way. Maybe he will take the hint.

"The pleasure is all mine. Now, where are you staying? I would like to walk you home and make sure you are safe" he said, which took me by surprise.

I stopped once again, confused and absolutely not letting this stranger know where I live… no matter how good-looking he is. I turned to face him once again.

"No offense, but I don't know you, I won't just tell you where I live" I said, with a slight chuckle. I didn't know whether he was being serious or not.

"Why not. You would tell a taxi driver where you live, and you wouldn't even know his name... You know more about me now than a taxi driver", he argued. He looked as if even he was having a hard time buying that excuse and I internally giggled at his awful attempt to reason with me.

"That makes no sense. If we are playing the 'what if' game, I could say if I was a boy you wouldn't have even ask me where I live, and for all you know, I identify as a boy... because you don't know me", I said. I didn't really feel in any danger with Elliot, but I also wasn't taking the risk of walking off with a stranger... A stranger who was over a foot taller than me and looked as if he could fight 10 of me with ease... no thank-you, not today.

So, I did what any sensible young girl would do in my situation... I walked into the library and called Miles to come pick me up.

However, the plan in my head and what actually panned out, ended up being extremely different scenarios.