Alpha's Baby:A Secret Baby Romance(5)

By: Lauren Landish

I maintained eye contact with him, willing him to believe that his efforts were futile. He couldn't win. I was stronger, mentally and physically, and he was the shit under the sole of my shoe.

Craig clenched his jaw, straining with all his might, and sweat poured down the sides of his face. He managed to move my arm back a fraction of an inch and a surge of adrenaline rolled through me. It was what I’d been waiting for. It gave me the angle I needed.

Roaring, I smashed his hand into the table and jumped up, pounding my chest in victory.

The room erupted in jeers and cheers with several of Craig’s fan-boys booing me. I didn’t give a fuck. They were all just mad because I had beaten every single Alpha Gamma hotshot thus far and was on my way to being crowned top Alpha for the Second Semester Arm Wrestling Tournament. After transferring to NSU, I hadn’t been forced to go through Rush Week, but I still had to prove myself to the guys, and the tournament was it.

“Fuck, man!” Craig cried, jumping up from the table and shaking his wrist. “I want a re-match!”

I shook my head. “You kidding me, bro? I beat you fair and square.”

Craig stepped up to me, his face red with rage, and he shoved me.

“Enough!” Todd James, president of Alpha Gamma, snapped. He quickly stepped between us, saving Craig from getting his face rearranged. “Stefan beat you fair and square, Craig. If you want to arm-wrestle him again, you’ll have to wait until the next competition.”

Craig looked like he wanted to argue, but then he backed down. “Total bullshit, man.” He walked back into the crowd to nurse his wounded pride, shaking his head.

Todd looked after Craig for a moment and then turned and looked at me. “You’re doing good, Livingston. Better than I thought. Looks like the rumors about you being the best jock at South State were true.”

Todd was referring to my being a new transfer to NSU. Back at South State, I had been the top player on the lacrosse team. One of my teammates, Jared Stroing, another freshman hotshot, couldn’t handle all the attention I was getting, so he started taking shots at me.

Naturally, I responded by letting him know in no uncertain terms that I was the top dog, and any attempt to get in my way would result in his ass getting kicked.

Well, Jared didn’t seem to get the memo and continued taking cheap shots at me during games, nearly causing us to lose and making me look bad in the process. Finally, I had enough and got into a fight with him in the middle of one of our very important matches against a rival team.

The fight ended up costing us the game and Jared suffered a broken nose. For punishment, I was forced to apologize and was suspended from the lacrosse team.

But that wasn’t enough for Jared’s parents, who had watched me ruthlessly pummel their pussy son into the ground, and they wanted to press charges.

Eventually, after much back and forth between our legal representatives, our family lawyer hammered out a deal. I was to leave South State, and in return, the Stroing family would drop all charges against me.

My parents immediately wanted me to agree to this deal. After all, it would save them a whole lot of money and spare the school a scandal. I fought against them for a while. I didn’t want to give Jared what he wanted from the beginning—to be head of the lacrosse team. Fuck that. I’d kicked his ass, and South State was my territory now.

In the end, though, I gave in. It wasn’t worth the time, money, and stress my parents and I were likely to go through if we got embroiled in a drawn-out legal battle. Besides, everyone at the game had seen me totally wreck Jared’s face, and I would be hard-pressed convincing a bunch of jurors that Jared had been the one who had started it.

So I packed up and went to the nearest university that would take me, which happened to be NSU, actually transferring in without losing any credits. I’d even gotten into Alpha right away, since they had a partner chapter at SSU that I’d been friendly with. In a lot of ways, I couldn’t have had it any easier.

The one thing that bothered me about the whole affair, though, is that I did not receive one call of support from Bella. She had to have known what happened with me, with her and my stepmom keeping in contact, but she didn’t care.

I guess she was still in bitch mode. Still, it pissed me off. We were close at one time, and she didn’t even have the decency to pick up her phone and call me when I was down.

To make matters worse, I still had no idea what university she was attending. For some reason or another, Bella had lied about what school she would be going to when she left home, telling me that she was going to Guilford, which turned out to be bullshit when I looked like a total asshole poking around campus in my South State team gear trying to find her, only to be told there was no Bella James at Guilford. I had no idea why she lied, but it hurt.