The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia) novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

Daphne's POV It's just another day at school and I welcome the familiarity. Taking care of kids and playing with them are things that I can do effortlessly and flawlessly. It's second nature.

I'm a bit rusty when it comes to fending off a persistent stalker though. Thankfully, the aforementioned persistent stalker hasn't made his presence known, and- Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

As though summoned by my mere thoughts, Raphael peeps through the window and into my classroom, smiling widely when his gaze lands on me.

"Hey," he mouths, and I quickly whip my head away from the direction of the window and force myself to ignore him as I wait for John's Mom to pick him up.

She hardly ever comes this late but I think the pounding rainfall that started ten minutes ago probably has something to do with her lateness.

The rain is pounding against the roof of the building and I inwardly try to remember if I brought an umbrella with me. I don't want to wait in this school with Raphael for the rain to go down.

Heck, I'm contemplating running headfirst into the pouring rain if I actually forgot to carry along an umbrella.

I sigh in relief when I head over to my bag at the corner of the room and find my umbrella shoved deep inside. Thank the Moon G o d d e s s for small mercies.

Five minutes later, John's Mom shows up to pick up her son. I'm walking out of the classroom door a few minutes later with my umbrella in o n e hand.

My heart does that fucking annoying thing that it does when Raphael is near. It's in between a heart attack and a heart flutter.

"Hey," he greets me and gives me a tiny wave with his other hand hidden behind his back. The hand that waved at me reaches for his nape and I swear his cheeks tint pink. "I got something for you."

I arch a brow and hopefully appear disinterested.

The hand hidden behind his back comes out and it's gripping a...bouquet?

It's a combination of thousands of flowers, some of them unknown to me. Each flower is a different color and form. My brows draw together in confusion as I eye the hideous bouquet in his hand. It looks like a garden of flowers thrown upon his hand.

He must see the confusion on my face because he starts saying, "You said that you didn't like the previous flowers I got for you, so I got everything." He thrusts the flower forward. "I got one of all of them for you. I hope you like them."

The flower hangs awkwardly between us.

"I don't want it. It's hideous," I say, ignoring the way his face drops and brushing past him.

I walk towards the exit of the school, quickening my pace when I hear a set of fast-paced footsteps behind me.

Raphael starts walking beside me, the bouquet absent and I try not to wonder if he threw it away in the trash. It's none of my business what he did with it. He could shred it into a million pieces for all I care.