Y/N POV(Probably all the book will be in your POV)

"What are you sorry for?" Fill in Alexandro asked.

"I don't even know you real name." He laughed a low chuckle that I could feel through his chest. Then he leaned sown so his breath tickled me ear when he said,

"My name is Alexandro." I looked up qith a gasp.

"Really?" He shook his head no.

"I'm a method actor. I have to become a person."

"Are you actor?" It wouldn't surprised me. He was obviously really good at it.

He looked up thinking. "You didn't tell me that about myself. Am I?"

I hit his chest with a laugh."Stop." He glanced over my shoulder, toward my friends were still standing.

"Nice friends you got there."

"They're mostly nice. Angela is just constantly trying to outs me."

"Why?"

"I have no idea. I think she thinks I'm the alpha of our pack and that there only room for one without resorting to cannibalism."

"I'm going to take your weird wolf analogy and assume you mean that she wants to be the leader if your group." I shrugged and watched across the room as Angela hooked her arms through Lexi's and said something to her.

"It's the only reason I need you here tonight. She thinks I've been lying. I didn't want to give. I didn't want to give her ammo. She already finds enough without me handing her some on a silver platter."

He raised his eyebrows---he liked to do that, I was already learning. "So if she finds out you've been lying.  .  .?"

"Yes. I get it. That's exactly what I'm now doing and wasn't bedore. But she thinks I was. And if I walked in here without you, I would've been gone." I reply

"You don't trust your other friends to like you enough not to let her do that?"

"They like me. But for two months she's been working on this. She really thinks she had something on me. She thought I was hiding something."

"So if you are really the alpha, why aren't you the one kicking her out?"

I thought about the question alot. The main answer was that I really didn't think I was in charge, as much as Angela thought I was. But the other anwser, the one I admitted only on my darkest nights, was that I was worried if I made everyone pick, they'd choose her. I was worried that no matter how much confident I'd shown on the outside, deep down people didn't like me. And maybe they were right not to. I was not going to tell him that, though he'd already seen enough weakness tonight.

"Because I'm only a eighth evil."

"What?"

"Sometimes call Angela a quater evil. But that's the thing. . . .I guess I don't want to be that girl. The one who kicks needs to kick someone out of the group. I've been hoping we could work this out, sign a peace treaty, find neutral groud, I don't know." And regardless of the other reaspns I was scared to cause trouble, these reasons were true too. I just wanted all to get along.

"You like analogies, don't you?"

"Yes I do, words are powerful." I reply. He tilted his head as intrigued be the answer. "So I still don't get it if they have seen pictures of him, why don't they believe he existed?"

I gave a humorless laugh. "Because there aren't enough of them. But it's not like we were together a lot to take pictures. We had a long-distance relationship. So Angela thinks I asked aome random guy to pose with me on the streets."

He laughed "I don't know why she would think that." My cheeks flushed red and I looked at the ground.

"Yeah, yeah." It was pretty pathetic that I had to bring a fake date tonight. A date I wouldn't have had to bring in if my very real boyfriend hadn't broken up broken up with me.

"Are you ok? Upset about the whole Captain America thing?"

I took a breath in through my nose, making sure my voice didn't sound wobbly when I said, "Nope. I'll be fine. We obviously weren't that serious. It was short, long distance relationship. Nithing big." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or me with that speech.

He was quiet for so long that I looked up to see if was still listening. His eyes were on me, searching for something I wasn't sure I possessed. The song ended and a fast one took it's place. I took a quick step back.

"So your real name is?" I ask.

"We can't afford any slipups tonight right? As far as you know my name is Alexandro." Finally he looked awat and I could breath agian. He extened his hand to me and when I took it, he spun me around once then pulled me back into his arms, swaying to the beat.

"You're not half bad at this," I said.

"At what? The acting or the dancing?"

"Well both but I was talking about the dancing."

"It's because you're the fifth girl who's asked me to fill in her date at prom. It's forced me to brush up on my dancing skills." He gave out a slight laugh.

"Whatever."

"So Y/N."

"Yes nameless boy?" I replyed.

He gave a breathy laugh. "I don't believe you offered me money for thus. Do you go around offering people money for random aervices often?"

"No usually my smile gets me what I want." I had actually been a little surprised that he was so hard to get out of the car.

"What kind of things has it gotten you so far?"

"Besides the suit." He looked down at his suit as if my mention of his suit reminded him he was wearing it. "This wasn't because of your smile."

"Then why?" I was very curious. He had gone from trying to roll up his window to agreeing to be my date in a single breath, it seemed.

"Y/N!" I turned toward my name and a furl with long blonde hair waved at me. "I voted for you!" She pointedup toward the stage where a sparkly tiara sat on a stool waiting for it's wearer. I smiled at her mouthed thank you. When I looked back at my date, his eyes sparkled with amusement.

"What?" I asked.

"I didn't realize I was dancing with royalty."

"No one has been crowned yet. So that statement is complety premature.

"Who was that?" He gestured back toward the blonde girl.

"She's in my history class." He took my arm in his and said, "Guess we better het back to your friends."

The others had moved to open table with chairs and were sitting around talking about leaving early and doing something more exciting. It was the "more exciting" part they were all trying to agree on. I glanced back up the stage, knowing I couldn't I couldn't leave until royalty was announced. Jules didn't care about that though. Thats why she wanted to leave early. She wasn't bitter if she didn't get nominated. It wasn't something she admitted outloud but I saw her lip curl every time someone brought it up.

Samantha whispered, "Sorry." when I reached her side I wasn't sure what she was sorry about. . .maybe the months on not believing me about Alexandro?

Angela stood and held up her phone. "Everyone get closer toghter I want to take a picture!" We did, and then she got three, I felt my fake date move begind me a little more, probably to block his face. Angela studied the picture but didn't ask for a retake. Then she turned her attention to Replacement Alexandro.

"So what do collage guys do for fun? Aside from picking up high school girls, that us." She asks. He didn't flinch at all from the comment. Probably because it didn't really apply to him.

"Well Y/N and me are going to a party after this, but it is only invites only. So, I guess that isn't helpful. Is there an arcade or something we could go to?" He said this all in the nicest tone it almost seemed like he was trying to be polite. He squeezed my knee under the table and I had to bite my lip to help myself from laughing. I could've huged him for saying that to her.

"I don't live around here so I don't know what there is to do here." He added.

I swear Angela was a bloodhound, her senses perking up at the first drop of blood. She should be a detective when she grows uo pocks up on the slightest inconsistency of any story.

"But if you don't live around here, how did you get invited to a party?" Angela says. Replacement Alexandro was just as quick as his response.

"Who said the party was around here?" Then it was like a battle because they stared at each other. Angela looked away first and I took a small sip of air in relief. I just needed to get through tonight. If she was already sniffing around trouble, she was bound to figure out that the guy sitting next to me wasn't who he claimed he was.

My date must've seen the worry on my face because he leaned in close an I'm-in-love-look I'd told him to give me and brushed his soft lips softly against my cheek. My throat tightened. He was a really good actor.

"Don't so worried," he whispered.

"You'll give us away." he tucked a peice of hair behind my ear.

"Now giggle like I said something funny." He added.

I did. It wasn't hard to do, but that's when I saw something on the dance floor that stopped my giddy laugh in my throat. His sister. Satring straight at us.