"Okay, shitface, listen to me now," Omega whispered, grabbing my neck and pulling me closer. "If we want to pull this off, you'll have to do everything I tell you."

I frowned in disagreement and pushed him away. "Fuck you! That was not the deal!"

I don't listen to anybody, especially that dipshit. The last time I listened to him, I saw our fully grown parents have sex. So do I want to repeat that mistake? No, thank you.

"If you want to see your princess, you're going to need me, cupcake," he crossed arms on his chest.

"Firstly, don't call her princess or I'll murder you in sleep," I threatened him. She's not a princess - she's my little rebel. "Secondly, if you call me 'cupcake' one more time, I'll do the thing."

He gasped in shock. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, but I would," I smirked.

He slapped my arm and pulled me closer once again. "So, the plan is to get you to her room. I'm pretending to be working here, so I'll just walk with you, and if somebody asks anything-"

"We'll send them to Hell?" I interrupted him, raising my eyebrows.

"Gladly, but no. I'll just distract them so you can get in there," he said and pushed me out of my room.

Seriously, people, what is everyone's problem? Why am constantly I being pushed? Do I look like a button?

It was 1 p.m. currently, so everybody should be in the canteen for lunch. Well, everybody, except Alya and me.

Omega followed me, closing the bedroom door behind us. "So, does she suck your dick or something?" his voice broke the silence.

I punched him where the sun doesn't shine as I frowned in disgust. "No! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

I felt the urge to protect her dignity and I don't know why. If he had asked me that before Aly and I met, I would've probably just kept messin' around with him and be a sexist piece of shit.

He crouched on the floor and groaned in pain. "Like you haven't made a dirty joke about it, already," he scoffed.

Well, he has a point.

"Let's just hurry," I dropped the subject as I helped him get up. "And yes, we've talked about it, but it was rough."

"What does it feel like to be rejected, Dravy?" he teased, pinching my cheek. "Does it hurt your little heart?"

"I swear I will do the thing," I threatened him.

He immediately stopped talking about Aly and my dick and we continued to walk in silence.

I don't want Alya to give me a blow job.

I mean, I do, but that's not the important thing right now. I just need her to stay alive and be okay. I will help her accomplish that, even if it means I die.

"Okay, we're here," I announced, looking at the closed door.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get in, you twat!" he said and pushed me into the room, closing the door behind me.

I swear to God.

Well, not to Him, He doesn't like me very much, but you get the point! This is the fifth time I have been pushed by someone. Actually, was it? I'm not very good at math.

"Draven?" a quiet voice called, snapping me from my thoughts and the unsolvable math problem.

Why the hell was I thinking about God when I had Alya right in front of me? She made me think of all the unholy things I would do to her beautiful body.

When my sight adjusted to the darkness, I noticed her hiding under a blanket while facing me. Her lost, blue eyes stared into mine. The room was in a complete mess, with three platters of uneaten food and multiple clothe items scattered across the floor.

She sat straight in the bed as she looked away. It was like she didn't want to see or hear about me.

I walked over the obstacles to the bed and sat beside her, staring in front of myself. If she doesn't want to be looked at, I'll respect it. But I can't let her rot in here and feel like shit.

"What are you doing here?" she was the first one to break the silence.

Ouch.

"We didn't talk at all about what happened," I said, but she shook her head, still hiding behind her white, shiny hair. "I missed you."

Fuck, did I say that out loud?

She finally looked up and I felt my heart breaking. Her beautiful, baby blue eyes were glassy and her bottom lip was trembling. I was speechless, my little rebel looked completely broken. Have I done this?

"I'm so sorry," she broke down, crying in her hands.

"Fucking hell," I mumbled under my breath before I embraced her body. She cried into my chest for a long time.

"Baby, what are you sorry for?" I finally asked, stroking her hair. Fuck, my voice was shaking.

I have to stay strong for her. She needs a man who will help her, not a bloody crybaby.

She sniffed and looked up at me. I wiped off the tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead.

"I'm not your rebel. I'm so scared and not as reckless as you think," she said, looking at the floor. "I'm not brave."

I cupped her chin, so she had to look into my eyes. When her breathing calmed, I started talking.

"You will always be my little rebel because I..." I stopped, unable to continue. I took a deep breath and finally said the three holy words. "I love you, Alya. And you are worth every trouble we get into together."

She looked at me, speechless. Then, she started crying again, burying her face into my shoulder.

Um, did I say something wrong?

I don't understand women.

"I am worthless. I don't understand why are you even here right now," she whimpered, finally looking into my eyes.

I felt pure rage boiling inside of me. Worthless? She was my fucking everything. "Who told you that?"

She wiped away the tears and curled up in a ball, leaning against me. "It's a long story and you don-"

"Alya," I interrupted her. I couldn't contain my anger. "Tell me everything."

Before she could speak, Omega peeked his head into the room. "Uh, mate, how long do you plan on-"

"Omega! Get out or I'll fucking murder you," I hissed through my teeth. Alya looked at me with confusion.

"Who's that?"

Omega smirked and got into the room, closing the doors behind him.

"And we finally meet," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm Omega, Draven's older brother."

She slowly shook his hand. "Alya."

"Omega, get the fuck out," I ordered him and he raised his hands in surrender, walking out of the room.

Alya faced me and I could literally see a question mark above her head. "You never said you have a brother."

"Well, you didn't ask," I replied.

"Draven," she warned me, but I could still see the softness in her eyes. "What happened to your parents?"

Oh, fuck.

"You really don't want to know about that."

She let out a soft laugh. "Funny, I said the same thing."

Ugh, she has a point.

"My father had schizophrenia and one day, it got really bad. He shot my mother and ran into the woods. I ran after him, but his voices were stronger. He committed two murders and a suicide in front of me," I confessed, looking at the floor.

This was the first time I said what happener that day out loud.

And it was to her.

Suddenly, she slipped her hand into mine and gave me a tight grip. "My parents were violent. I was mentally and physically abused by them since I was little. Music and the forest in my backyard were the only things that calmed me. On my seventeenth birthday, I was late home because I saw a boy in my backyard who was crying. I went to help him, but he was long gone," she whispered, holding back the tears. "That was the last strike."

And that's when it hit me.

"You are the girl I saw when I was looking for my father," I connected theq pieces, widening my eyes.

"You are the boy," she replied, stretching the words. Her eyelids were getting heavy.

"C'mon, it's time for rest," I said, laying with her in the bed. "Cuddling is the best cure."

She let out a laugh. "Cuddling. Yeah, it's all sweet and innocent until someone gets a boner," she replied but didn't resist me.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "I swear I won't spork you."

Without another word, we both drifted into sleep and I felt calmness with her.

My little rebel.

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"Draven Callum! Get out of her bed right now!" I heard Mrs. E yelling.

Why can't Omega do anything correctly?

I opened my eyes and saw her furious face millimeters from mine. Omega ran into the room after her, with both apologetic and amused look on his face.

"I'll see you soon, little rebel," I said, kissing her lips. "Hang on for me."

I slipped out of her bed and walked out of the room.

Omega will hear me.

I will do the thing on him.

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