Chapter 11. Dinner with the Big Bad Alpha

“Hi, I'm Jericho,” he said. His smile was broad and nice. Olive was forced to smile in return.

“Hi, Jeri,” she said blankly, and he chuckled at the nickname.

“Remember me?”

“You... you were part of those who mocked me,” she responded. He bit his lower lip, looked down and began to scratch the back of his head.

“I... well—” he looked up at her.

“I apologize for that. But you already had your revenge. You beat me, broke my nose, slashed my face and knocked me out. Bravo,” he said with a genuine smile.

“Why do you... Seems proud of me when you should be angry that I did that?”

“You proved us wrong. You're not 'fragile, weak and unworthy of him'.”

Olive stared hard, trying to discern what he was up to. But, she couldn't find anything amiss. He seemed... real.

“Thanks, I guess,” she managed to say.

Jericho smiled again, and that was when Olive noticed he had dimples. He was simply a cute guy with blonde hair in a fancy haircut,