My Hot Alpha

"I just think you're giving up a lot for one guy".

I didn't want to spend our last day together talking about Jake. I also didn't want things to get heated and we end up on bad terms. I would defend Jake to the hilt. "Not that it's any of your business but I love him".

"Ouch". He grinned. "Guess that's my chance really out the window".

I rolled my eyes. He never had a chance to begin with. I didn't see Ryan in that way I never have. We were friends nothing more nothing less.

"Should we get some tea?". I asked.

"I'll get it. Do you want some cake?".

"Yes please". I smiled.

..

We talked for ages, drank multiple cups of tea and ate our weight in cake. I was sad that we wouldn't get to do this anymore. He was leaving tomorrow, and I had no idea when I'd get see him again.

A yawn escaped my mouth as I checked my phone. It was almost 4 o'clock. We had been here for hours.

"Sorry if I'm boring you". He smirked.

"You're not". I grinned.

"You want to get out of here?".

"And go where?". The weather wasn't any better. It was still raining heavily, the sky filled with dark clouds.

He shrugged. "I guess we picked a rubbish day to catch up".

"At least we got to catch up and you didn't stand me up this time. I would have been pissed if you left without saying goodbye".

"Never shorty".

"Should we head out? The weather isn't getting any better".

"Yeah, it is getting pretty late and I've still to finish packing".

"I'm really going to miss you Ryan".

"Same shorty. Who am I going to hit on now?". He grinned.

"I'm sure all the girls will be falling at your feet". I slipped my arms into my now dry jacket and pulled it on.

"Shame it wasn't you".

I rolled my eyes. "Promise we won't lose touch and you won't forget about me".

"We won't shorty I promise".

...

By the time I got home Jake was already there. His truck parked in the drive. Slipping my shoes off I hung up my jacket and made my way into the living room.

He was sat on the couch, a beer in his hand watching the tv.

"Hey baby".

"Hi". I sat beside him.

"You, okay?". He slipped his arm around my shoulders. "Did you have a good day?".

"Yeah". I rested my head against his arm.

I was tired and didn't feel up to going for dinner. I wanted to go for a bath and chill out for the night. That was all I had done recently. But it's not as if I had anything else to do with my time. "You sure you're, okay?".

"Just tired".

"And?".

"Fed up". I sighed.

"Is this because you have nothing to do?".

I chewed the inside of my cheek.

"I've told you it's not always going to be like this. You'll be going to college soon and if you want you can work a few days in the gas station".

"I don't know what I want that's the problem. I'm going to shower before we head over to your parents". I got to my feet.

"Yale's always going to be a problem isn't it".