My Hot Alpha

"He's not here so I don't know".

"I'd ask for it to be taken down. He won't like that it's on there".

Was she serious right now? It was a freaking photo and a nice one at that. If Jake wasn't happy about it, then tough. There was no need for the green-eyed monster to make an appearance.

"I'm not going to do that and why are you so worried?". I asked.

It was like treading on eggshells. Everyone always afraid of what he was going to be like. Yes, he wasn't very good at controlling his anger and he took most of it out on them but come on. It was time to stop being afraid of him. "Eh because he's like a ticking timebomb when you argue. None of us ever know who he's going to take it out on".

"We're not arguing".

"Yet. You're not arguing yet. Can I come over?".

Wait, was she already in her car?

"Yeah, sure. Doors open".

As soon as I hung up, I called Jake. We weren't going to argue about this because there was nothing to argue about. We were past all that.

"Hey baby". He answered. "You, okay?"

"There's a picture on Facebook from prom. It's of me and Ryan and he's kissing my cheek. Are you bothered by that?".

There was no point in sugar coating it. If he wanted to be angry about it, then that was on him. If he was still jealous because I know and talk to other boys, then again that was on him.

A laugh fell from his lips. "Baby you're mine, you'll always be mine. I trust you; I love you. Why would that bother me?".

See, past it. We were past all the drama of being jealous and kicking off.

"Just proving a point". My eyes landed on Alanna as she appeared in the living room.

"Okay baby I'll see you soon".

"See he's not bothered by it".

"Are you still pissed at us?". She asked.

"I'm not pissed I'm just fed up with the bickering and the back and forth. I mean we're all friends and yet you two act as if you hate each other".

"We went to dinner the other night".

"And?".

"We're cool".

"Really?".

"Yeah, turns out when we're not bickering, we get along well".

They were too similar. Their personalities clashed and both had big personalities. Big voices and always had to be out there.

"So, you kissed and made up then?". I asked.

"Yeah, sort of. I still don't trust her, but we won't talk about that. Is your gown at my mom's?". She asked.

Changing the subject was probably for the best. They were big enough to sort out their own issue with each other. Again, I was taking nothing to do with it.