The Alpha's Tribrid

Chapter 2

THIS was actually my first time receiving a letter. Not because this was a modern day era where writing a letter wasn’t common or timely anymore. But that wasn’t the point. After Andy and Beatrix read the letter, I had the chance to know what was inside of it.

And to say that I was abashed was an understatement . The first thing that entered my mind the second I came to figure out the letter was from Johnson Rigor, was that it was either a prank or a bet.

Johnson Rigor was the captain of the football team. That alone should count. He was popular. A person so much of a heartthrob that even if he tell it to me in person, I wouldn’t believe it. He was like a star. Writing a letter for me, a nobody, was just implausible. Unless, of course, it was a prank. Which was why I considered it unreal because it was the only way to justify it.

The flaw was that he had such a good image. Anyone who have known him for years would reject even the smallest doubt that the letter was made out of negative objective. It contradicted my conclusion.

But how am I supposed to believe something that was so good to be true?

“I can’t believe you chose to hide it from me.” Beatrix looked at me like a Professor checking the paper of the dumbest student in class. Her brows formed a knot. “Johnson f*****g Rigor… really?”

“But you have to admit that Rigor is such a catch.” Andy smirked. “At least, the flower has bloomed.”

“Yes, and we were suppose to see how it happens.” Beatrix snorted.

“I told you, Beatrix, we are not a thing. I didn’t even know he knows me.” I explained. “Do you really think he would write me a letter? Look at me.”

“What is ‘look at me’ suppose to mean? You’re a very attractive person, Orphis,” said Andy. “We aren’t surprise about how he wrote you a letter but to how you actually know each other. We never saw you interact.”

“That’s because we never did!”

“Explain the letter, then.”

That rendered me silent. My shoulders slumped down. Neither of them seemed to believe that I didn’t, literally, have any connection with Johnson Rigor. What else was there to say beside I didn’t really think he knew me? The letter got them good. Even Andy. I deeply inhaled. We were always together, how could I still sneak out when I was with them almost twenty four, seven?

“Forget about the letter. It must be a prank because I swear––“

“I guess we should just ask Rigor…” Beatrix cutted me off.

My brows puckered. What?

I looked at Beatrix. Her eyes were set straight on my back, including Andy who was beside her. I tilted my head and slowly turned. My heart pummeled when I saw Johnson Rigor walking with his team. They were occupying the pathway. He was in front. His eyes looked like caramel brown now that it was being alight by sunrays. With his dark brown hair fixed, and his versity jacket on, his charms doubled.

The students around stopped on their track upon the sight of Johnson and his team. They stood with stupefaction, like me, as I looked at him. The rumors and words about him were already enchanting. But setting your eyes on him in person would definitely made you think like those gossips were only half of what he really looked and feel like.

He didn’t even need to do anything. Being athletic was only a plus. He was already handsome, and I didn’t think he had ever experienced how it was to be ugly.

Our eyes locked for a second and I didn’t like how it felt… wrong. I breathed and looked down as they stopped a few meters away. He was here with his whole team and this would not happen on a daily basis. The only reason Johnson Rigor would appear before us was…

“So, it’s true you like Orphis.” Beatrix spoke.

“Bret confirmed Orphis read the letter.” He spoke softly. It was… calm and refreshing. “I didn’t want to look eager. But I thought Orphis might interpret it as a prank so I came personally.”

“When did this start?” Beatrix took a step forward, not minding what he said.

“When she tries out for cheerleading.”

“Three months ago.” Beatrix narrowed her eyes. “You’ve been meeting secretly since then?”

“What?” His brows met as his face reflected perplexity. “We don’t…”

“I told you, Beatrix.” I said nonchalantly, it was to skip confusion. “We never even spoke to each other.”

“So, what,” She motioned her hands. “He started liking you three months ago and now he’s decided to make a move through a letter?”

“Yeah.” It was Johnson.

“Orphis wasn’t ordinary. Johnson had to spent time observing what she wants and what can move her heart,” said the guy on Johnson’s left. His both hands were on the pocket of his jacket while he chew something on his mouth. “Orphis doesn’t like much attention. If Johnson is to confess publicly, she’d more likely to reject him right away.”

“That, I agree.” Andy decided to speak up. “Letter is a wise decision. It was her first. At least, she’d remember you everytime she sees a letter.”

“Andy.” I called her with a warning tone.

“Right.” Johnson Rigor let out a small smile before he threw his gaze at me. “I just wanted to be clear. There’s no lies behind. What I wrote in the letter were all true, and I have no bad intention.”

“I can’t believe how corny you sound right now.” Beatrix crossed her arms. “You’re not best friend approved yet. You better prove yourself.”

“I told you, Rigor. You shoulda talk to Beatrix first. She’s the real deal.” It was the guy with a red hair.

Beatrix just rolled her eyes before she turned to me. She nodded her head, as if an indication for me to go, before her eyes shifted to Andy. “Let’s go.”

I raised my brows and walked after Beatrix as she started to walk. I wasn’t able to say anything to Johnson out of embarrassment. His whole team was there. And I didn’t think I could ever say something appropriate. I was still analyzing it. The whole time we were facing them, I was just listening to their discourse despite being the topic. I didn’t know what to respond. I mean, I haven’t even digested the fact that he wrote a letter for me.

Johnson Rigor just confessed to me. His friends were even watching and so do mine. That was just like, almost every girl on this school’s dream. It felt unreal. Like it wasn’t supposed to happen because I wasn’t even worth his attention. It was weird… but at somepoint, flattering.

But I must admit. His appearance just now, together with the other football members, allowed me to confirm that he was just as kind as what I always hear. His smile looked geuine and he sounded like someone who would rather hurt himself than say anything insulting or inappropriate. He was so calm when he spoke. His stares were melting. It made me want to rewind what just happened to take a look at myself.

How exactly did I look while he was saying that?

“Johnson is a hottie.” Andy giggled. “You should have said yes, immediately.”

“No way.” Beatrix grumbled. “You should get to know him first.”

“Orphis knows him.” It was Andy. “So do you.”

“Partially.” Beatrix argued.

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious right now. Johnson is like, one in a million. Don’t you want the best for Orphis?”

“Of course, I do! But who knows if it’s just infatuation? Or if his feelings weren’t real at all? We have to be sure!”

“Infatuation, for three months?”

“Yes.” She raised her chin. “We should test him.”

“Yeah.” Andy made a face. “Like straight up approaching Orphis after he sent her a letter was still not a valid proof that he’s serious."

Beatrix sat properly. She was across me, sitting Indian sit in front of the glass table. We were here on her house, in the living room. I told my cousin, Oz, I’d be home before six. I wouldn’t sleep over today to see my grandmother. I haven’t seen her for two days. I thought I should sleep with her tonight, and maybe tell her about what happened today.

“We should invite him to your birthday.” Beatrix suggested.

“And how is that gonna test him?” asked, Andy.

“Let him introduce himself to your grandmother, and Oz.” She grinned. “Let’s see what he got. With your picky cousin, we’ll be able to determine if he’s real or not.”

“He’s not picky. He just don’t like you.” Andy retorted.

“Shup up, Andy.” She turned to me. “How’s that sounds?”

Inviting Rigor to my birthday party? I didn’t even know if he knew my birthday. Plus, I’d be too embarrassed to even ask him to come. Not to mention I wasn’t sociable enough to casually ask someone, whom I never talked to my whole life to my birthday celebration.

Those were just one of the many reasons, but what would topped it all was the fact that he might think I was ready to accept him if I do ask him.

And that would make me look like… an easy girl.

“Beatrix…” I started with an unsure tone. “I don’t think it’s a good––“

“I know you won’t be able to do it.” She smirked. “I’ll ask him.”

Holy sheez.