[8] Nyah: 'Bitter Memories.'-1

DEDICATED TO Twinraven ! :) Thank you, my friend! <3 Nyah Pineda's PoV: It's exhausting, really. To talk to Alessia Lois Clarke. "For the hundredth time, Alessia. I am not coming with you. And get your legs off my desk." I don't look up from the papers in front of me, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as I push the bridge of my black rimmed glasses up. Yes, unfortunately for me, I have this minor issue with my eyes while reading; passed down from some weak-bodied ancestor that requires for me to wear glasses. "Oh, and by the way, I know you don't need the contacts but I think you should wear those anyway. There will be too many flashing lights and pulsing music and shit, we don't want you to lie about some headache and escape like the last time." Alessia continues, completely ignoring me as she texts someone on her phone, still not bothering to take her legs off. One would think that sitting in the Alpha's office, she would have the least bit of respect or fear for the current Alpha sitting right in front of her. Sadly, no. All thanks to me befriending her when we were in diapers and not giving a shit when she cusses me or at me. 'We wouldn't have her any other way, though.' My Wolf comments fondly, and I can't help but agree. No matter what happens, I can rely on Alessia to be there for me and never, ever betray me. Every Alpha needs a friend like that. "Alessia." I call, putting my pen down from the requests review and sighing roughly. No response as expected. "Alessia." I repeat, my voice coming out sharper this time with unconcealed annoyance. Finally, her Highness looks up. "What?" "I don't want to come to Ezra Harland's party." She looks at me blankly, as if she couldn't see the relevance in what I just said. "So, I'm not coming." I repeat what I'd been saying since the moment she'd stepped into my office twenty minutes before, sighing irritatedly once again. "Did I give you a choice, Nyah Pineda?" Alessia puts her phone on the table and crosses her arms, staring me down stubbornly. Too bad her stubbornness doesn't even begin to cover my own. After all, the Alpha in me has to show herself in at least some of my traits. Even if I'm only second born and not as hard-headed as my brother is meant to be genetically. The reminder of my brother tempts me to get lost in another rabbit hole full of mixed thoughts. That's a can of worms I'll open later. "First of all, take your legs off. And second of all, Ezra Harland is a bully and his friends are all bullies too and I don't wanna subject myself to his annoying presence." I cut my eyes to the side and narrow them for further effect, finally having had enough of her bullshit. "Fine!" Alessia takes her legs off, finally, although not getting up to leave like I'd expected she would, uh-oh, "First of all," She mimics me, throwing up her index finger to further enunciate her point, "You could've used your Alpha command on me and made me leave, or better yet, you could've Alpha-slapped my mouth shut the moment I agreed to go. BUT, you didn't. So, that just tells me you're throwing one of your fits. Where you really want to do something, but don't want to do it on your own and want me to beg and convince you so you can tell yourself that you're only going because of me." "And?" "And what?" She questions, confused. "You said 'first of all', so what's 'second of all'?" I query, placing my arms on the desk and leaning forward, trying not to show my amusement. "There is no 'second of all'! My only 'of all' is that you come with me and stop lying to yourself about it!" Alessia exclaims as she stands up and slams her small palms on my desk, breathing hard like a pissed off buffalo. Heck, who am I kidding? She's more like a kitten and no matter what she does, she's never gonna look threatening. And unfortunately for me, guys like Ezra are into girls like her. Extremely pretty and cute no matter what they do, plus the added benefit of them usually being a lower rank and their Wolves ready to submit to their Mates. I don't realize I chuckled out loud, because Alessia cries in outrage all of a sudden, falling back onto the chair with a huff, "Like I thought. Just wear the dress I got you and sit prettily. I'll swing by an hour early to do your hair and make-up. I swear, if you try to curl your hair or pull some other shit before I'm here," She wags her finger at me threateningly, "Well, you know the consequences." "Yes, ma'am." "Good. Imma go do that gardening I promised my mama, now." "See you later, ma'am!" I call after her back as she leaves the room, chuckling once again at her cute anger. But no matter what, the woman has a point. I could've commanded her to stop, but, really it's not my way of getting things done. And I wouldn't command her to stop even if I really was opposed to going, because, well, I don't like exerting my will on anybody, just like that. It feels a bit immoral and unless absolutely necessary, I refrain from using my Alpha tone. All things aside, it really wouldn't be that bad if I show up at his place. It's not like he can say shit and get away with it, without getting ass kicked to next Monday. 'And you said some pretty shitty things, too.' My Wolf, just like every Mated Wolf on the planet, takes her Mate's side in a blink. I ignore her snide remark. And really, he can't be immature enough to try and pull anything now either. I think. ~ The first meeting I'd attended after hearing the news of the Alpha title I'd be receiving due to the absence of my brother, is now officially over. After this, it's all drinks and dancing and food and general schmoozing. In no particular order. Goddess, just how much more of this torture are You gonna make me endure?