Alphas Revenge

Last day in town

“It was Liam’s 18th birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Paige were invited, and so was their daughter.

“The new red dress I bought for you,” Arora said to her daughter for the hundredth time when Dre rejected going to their neighbour's son’s birthday party.

“But I am not on talking terms with him. What good can come out of this?” she said irritably.

“I don’t want any excuses, young lady. We want you there on time and nicely dressed, with a gift,” Arora said.

“Mother!!” Dre complained.

“Dreamy! This can be their last day here. They are moving out of town. Can’t you behave properly for once?” her mother argued.

“Can be! Can be! They are not moving out—they can,” she emphasised.

She knew the bonding they had with Liam’s parents, but that was not the issue for her. Why she was being dragged into this was her concern. And it was not like she had to see him only in the evening; she had to see him at school, too.

They went to the same school, though her subjects were different — intentionally, so she could be away from Liam. Additionally, she had not been on talking terms with him for the last 10 years.

Dre looked at the clock. It was about time for the bus, and she could not convince her mom that she did not want to hang around in her friend’s house.

“You are coming, that is it. And now go,” Arora said. “And I don’t like your friend Jay.”

Dre sighed.

“He’s only my friend, Mother,” she replied.

“He is a mutt, if you ask me,” Arora said.

“So is Liam,” Dre replied to her mother.

“Don’t compare those two. You don’t know what Liam is. He is a gem, unlike—”

Dre took her bag and exited the kitchen before her mother could continue and give every little detail about Liam. In her mother’s eyes, Liam was the greatest of the great—even greater than her.

It was not new for her to listen to Liam’s praise. The aunties, elderly, children in her district and lane—all said the same. Like they had been designed to praise him, and she was the only one with thorns.

She got outside her house, where she saw the apple of her mother’s eye—Liam Ace.

She looked at him and then looked away in disgust.

It was true that from the day her father scolded her—for the first and the last time, till now—she had not been in a fight. She maintained her distance from him in real life and in her thoughts, as much as she possibly could.

Liam had surely grown into a handsome man. Her female friends, who had once bullied him with her, were now all over him. Not in front of her, but she knew that anyway. The only ones who stuck around her were her male group of friends—Jay and the others, who hated Liam with a passion.

Though she stayed distant from Liam, she never stopped her dear friends from bashing him. They continuously teased and tackled Liam, but Liam was not interested in them, or so it seemed.

The bus reached in front of their house, and Jay’s head was the first to be seen.

“Come on in, darling. Good morning, my Dre,” he greeted.

Dre smiled knowingly and stepped into the bus, brushing Liam’s shoulder slightly as she pushed past him. Liam let her go first. As he stepped in, he sensed a punch coming toward his face, but he stopped it with his hand, effortlessly. It was Jay. He knew that, and he also knew Jay had said “my Dre” intentionally.

“Okay,” the guard said and locked the door again.

“So, this is the p***y’s last day,” Jay said loudly, referring to Liam.

Dre did not respond, as expected, but looked away. Some girls were heartbroken to hear that. A popular guy like him was moving out of the area. For some girls, the reason to be friends with Dre was only to come to her house and gaze at Liam’s sweating body while he trained in the garden. They praised Dre with their words, pretending they enjoyed staying at her house, but secretly enjoyed the crush of their life.

Dre had recognised this a few years back when she had invited her friends over for a summer pool party. Till then, she had not known what the girls had in mind. Even the Ace family was out of town, as always during summer, which was why she never doubted their intentions. But what she did not know was that the girls were aware of the day he was returning—and that was the day of the pool party.

All the girls had planned to seduce Liam, even if it meant giving him hints of what was inside their clothes. They were playing in the water when one girl turned on the pipe and sprayed everyone. They were all shouting and giggling in their swimsuits. At that time, a girl sent a fake message to Liam that Dre had called him. When Liam reached the pool, where all the girls were touching and playing with each other, they all cheered at his arrival—except Dre. They both looked at each other for a while, and then Dre left the pool without saying anything. Liam saw her figure going back into the house, and soon, he left too. That was the last time she had called anyone to her house.

Dre could still see that the girls were crazy about him even today.

Susan, the hot cheerleader, got up and sat beside Liam. “Oh dear, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Do you want a gift from me?” she said, pushing her chest toward his face. She drew circles on his leg while Liam kept gazing out the window. Susan deliberately touched the area between his thighs to get his attention.

“f**k, Liam is getting lucky today,” some boys cheered and hooted, while others grew jealous of his luck.

But this talk of gifts reminded Dre that she had to get one for him too.

The classes were soon over for the day, and they had to take the bus back home. For the past 10 years, this had been the common place where Dre and Liam met every day—but never spoke once. The bus was ready to leave, and as Liam reached his seat, it drove off, as he was the last to get in. He had received a few gifts, even after refusing many. Dre looked at them and wondered why her mother was forcing her to buy one when he already had so many. He would not even remember—nor would he care.

Today, by chance, she was sitting with Jay on the back seat, and Liam, with his gifts, was in front of them.

“You know the recent news?” Ash said to Jay.

“What?” he replied, barely noticing him.

“Our pathetic boy got lucky in the gym room today.”

Jay leaned closer. “Liam and Susan f****d in the gym room,” Ash announced, and hooting started on the bus.

Susan crossed her legs and puffed her chest.

Jay looked at Dre. “Whatever…” she replied.

“Looks like we now know his standards,” Jay said, hinting at Susan’s reputation.

Susan was known to be the girlfriend of half the school, and she had been pregnant twice with schoolboys, too.

Ash laughed. “Looks like we could have a little Liam soon. A little pathetic kid.”

This time, Liam stood up to chase Ash. His knuckles were tight, and his face was red. It looked as if steam could rise from it. His muscles were visibly flexed even under his jacket. This was the scariest face many had seen in their lifetime, and it was Liam’s first display of anger. Usually, he was calm, collected, and uninterested. This was the first time he was a thunderbolt. Ash’s confidence dropped instantly, which was clearly visible on his face.

The noise was abruptly cut off, and the hooting stopped. Even the guard did not want to interfere. He guessed that Ash would not even withstand a single hit from Liam. It would not surprise anyone if Ash fainted at that moment.

Dre asked Ash to settle down. “Ash,” she warned, “do not be nosy.”

This made Liam look at her, and their gazes met. After a while, he returned to his seat.

The rest of the ride was silent. When Liam and Dre’s stop came, they stood up to leave. Jay also stood up.

“Where are you going?” Dre asked.

“With you,” he replied. “I have some work down the lane.”

They both exited before Liam. Liam’s eyes were fixed on Jay’s hand, which was on Dre’s waist. The bus dropped them off and left. Jay kissed Dre on the cheek. “We’ll see each other around. School is finished anyway.”

Jay could feel Liam watching him, so he said aloud, “Your neighbour is leaving, so we will get more space to ourselves.”

Dre did not understand but did not pry. She already had to run some errands and look for a gift.