I Rejected You, Alpha

FLASHBACK

ELEIA’S POV

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Dancing, clapping, singing at the top of our lungs…It all seems unreal as if Rosie and I were in an alternative universe. We decided to have a girl’s night, we hired night nanny’s and the guys went out. No matter if we’re having a girl’s night, if something happens, we’re just in the living room downstairs while they’re asleep.

“Where is the tequila?” Rosie glances around, her eyes narrow. I could tell she’s drunk, but I’m not one to judge because I am too.

“Didn’t you bring it in from the kitchen?” I plop down onto the couch, snatching one of Stefan’s joints he had stashed in his drawer.

I never thought he was a smoker and when I asked about it, Rosie says she sometimes joins him too.

Never in my life did I think, the fragile girl who I had to save and stand up for numerous times would I find smoking a joint.

I remember the first time I ever smelled weed…it sometimes still haunt me too…

“Have you ever smoked before?”Rosie asks as she rummages through the tote bag filled with bottles of alcohol, “It’s not here.” she sighs, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“No.” I answer her question as I twist the fragile thin rolled joint in my hand, expecting it like it’s the most interesting thing, but all I’m wondering is how it would actually feel.

I’ve never hung around the bad kids before, I was always a loner, with Rosie of course.

“What?” she spins around, her hair flipping as she looks at me, “What?” I ask back, “Why did you say no?” she asks, her face contorting in confusion.

“You asked if I ever smoked, I said no.” I shrug and her lips round, “Oh.” She marches over to the shut door, kicking the pillows we put at the bottom to make our ridiculously loud music and laughter softer, to the side.

A giggle erupts from me, “What are you doing?” I ask as I watch her limbs go all over the place and she huffs, blowing her wild hair out of my face, “I am going to look for the tequila.” she points one finger up at the ceiling, keeping her chin up like she was making a point.

“I’ll help.” I sit up, turning to the side and I place the joint on the table gently, as if it might break before running after my best friend.

We race into the kitchen, giggling, “The night is still young!” Rosie starts singing as her feet slide along the smooth tiled floor, the socks making it easier.

“The night is still young!” I scream behind her. I have to admit that she is the better singer. “The night is still young!” she continues to sing, turning to me with a smile, “And so are we!” we both sing, her voice making mine sound better and we burst out in a giggle as we open the cupboard and the tequila bottle stands there, like a shining star.

“Here you are.” Rosie grins as she stands on her toes, reaching for the bottle and her fingers wrap around it while a smile crosses her face and she pulls the bottle to her chest, hugging the bottle. “Shot glasses.” she points at me and I turn on my toes, opening the cupboard behind me and I grab two shot glasses, holding them in front of my face as I grin at my best friend.

“Only two?” she asks with a small pout and I tilt my head, scoffing, “You’re right.” I sigh and grab four more before we make our way back to the living room.

The music is playing on the tv, the sound booming from the surround sound system and Rosie jumps onto the couch, holding the tequila bottle in the air, “We have supreme power.” she beams, giggling as she bounces from the one seat to the other before plopping down and I fall onto the couch beside her after putting the pillow’s back into place.

She’s the fun drunk, she’s careless and joyful, where I still worry about waking the kids.

“Do you ever just want to run away?” Rosie asks and my head lazily turns to her, “What?” I chuckle, frowning a bit. “From your kids, I have one and that’s more than enough to drive me crazy sometimes.” she sighs, opening the bottle of tequila.

I scoff, shaking my head as I hand her a shot glass. She takes one, grinning at it.

“I don’t get the run away feeling.” I admit, I guess it’s because I almost never saw them again and I realized when I came back that I never want to part with my children, not for a week, not for a day. I love waking them up in the morning, I love when they say thank you for the food after they eat at night and I love going to say good night and tucking them in.

“Really?” Rosie asks, pouring her shot glass full before handing it to me while I hand her the empty one. She fills that one too.

“Really…I almost lost them and ever since, I don’t not want to see them.” I shrug and she glances at me, her eyes filled with sadness, “Well I guess if I had you as a mom, I would behave then too.” she teases and I bump her shoulder with mine, rolling my eyes.

“Cheers, to us.” her face goes serious and I can’t help but smile as I lift my shot glass.

Our two glasses click together and we drink the shot of tequila.

My throat burns and it leaves a sour taste in my mouth. My face contorts and Rosie bumps my shoulder, laughing her a*s off. “You’re such a child.” she teases, “Am not, I just can’t remember the last time I drank.” I snort, “Or at least like this. Champagne does not have this effect.” I scoff and Rosie shakes her head at me, “We’re old, aren’t we?” she glares, “No, we’re just mothers.” I sigh as my head drops back and she giggles, “Well not tonight.” she pulls her legs onto the couch, crossing them as she turns to me. She gasps and my eyes immediately go to the bottle almost tipping over completely and she snatches it, dropping her shot glass between her thighs and she clamps her one hand over the top, stopping the rest from spilling out of the neck.

She stares at me with wide eyes and we both look at the bottle and then we glance back at each other before we burst out into a fit of laughter.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Okay, okay.” she wiggles and I pull my knees to my chest, slightly turning to look at my soul sister.

“I’m listening.” I stare at her and she smiles, “The night is really still young, so we have to set rules.” she demands while picking up her shot glass, pouring another round of tequila. “What rules?” I ask, holding out my own.

“Well rule one, no talking about kids. Tonight we are the kids.” she grins as she speaks, her eyes focused on the tequila, careful not to spill it. ” Okay, second rule?” I ask, “I can’t make it all up.” she glares at me, shaking her head. “Okay…” I drag out, “Second rule…” I pause as my mind spirals. “It feels like it’s suppose to be something with boys.” she mutters, her lips pouting and I could see her mind spiralling too.

“Oh, I have it!” I clap and her eyes brighten and I could tell that I have all her attention, “It’s a no boys night, not like until midnight, but until we fall asleep. This could be our sleepover night.” I beam and a smile spreads across her face as she lifts her glass, “Hell yeah!” she nods and I click my glass against hers and we drink our shots.

“Third rule, no sleeping until the sun rises.” she beams and even though it sounds fun, I already know that won’t happen. I haven’t stayed up until the sun rises for years, but I agree anyway, “Deal,” she pours another shot and we drink it.

Shot four, five, six all to ten go down like water and we end up cranking the music until the windows shake. Rosie gets onto the single leather couch, the bottle of tequila in one hand and she uses it as a mic, sneaking a sip or two as she dances.

I join her on the couch, grabbing the bottle of vodka and doing the same and my body feels light, my vision blurs, my head is spinning but I am having the best time of my life as we scream along to the lyrics of the music and dance to the beat of the song.

I haven’t felt this alive in years, being drunk with your best friend is just different.

“Do you want to smoke that joint?” she asks and I frown, “Maybe before breakfast in the morning.” I shrug and her eyes sparkle, “That’s why you’re my best friend.” she hops off the couch before falling back onto it, “You’re the smart one.” she beams, a sigh following as she relaxes.

“I love you, you know that.” she tilts the almost empty bottle’s neck at me, “I’m only smart because one of us has to be.” I tease and she tosses a pillow at my head.

“What do you think would have happened if Stefan and I weren’t mates?” she asks out of the blue and I stare at her, struggling to focus because the music is drowning out the words she just said, “You would probably have ended up living with us and Aiden would have become the third wheel and we’d be rocking mom’s.” I shrug and she bursts ou laughing, shaking her head as she relaxes a bit, “No, that would never have happened.” she sighs, taking a swig of the bottle once more.

“Why?”, “Because if you saw the two of you through my eyes, you would understand. You two are like the perfect couple, the ones that have everything figured out, the ones with the tons of kids, even though none of them have the same dad.” I gasp as she says that, tossing a pillow at her, “And you two are just so in love.” she catches the pillow, throwing it back at me, “You have the most love in the world and I share the love I am owed with a joint every other night and late night snores.” she scoffs, “Rosie…” I sit upright, “Are you and Stefan having problems?”, “No…” she says quickly before sitting back, “No, it’s just me I guess.” she sighs, “I’m use to having all of your love, so when I don’t get it by him, I guess I get a bit sad. But Aiden always has time for you.”, “No he doesn’t.” I snort and she frowns, “I have to share him with three kids, you atleast only have one.” I sigh, taking a swig from the vodka as I sit back.

I guess neither of us have the love we think we deserve, but at least we have it.