

My Idol is Alpha
Anika Mufidah · Completed · 81.6k Words
Introduction
After what happened that night, Ryan and Alina tried to carry out their daily routine on campus. However, gossip about them soon spread. Their friends started wondering and whispering behind their backs. Ryan, usually calm and confident, was bothered by the unwanted attention. Alina felt awkward every time they met in the campus corridor. Both try to avoid each other, but mixed feelings make the situation even more complicated. What will happen to them next?
Chapter 1
Alina's POV
I stood at the edge of the gymnasium, my heart pounding in my chest. I had dreamt of this moment for months, practicing my cheers and jumps in front of the mirror in my bedroom. The cheerleading tryouts for Oakwood High were my chance to shine, to be more than just another face in the crowded halls.
The gym was abuzz with activity. Bright banners with the school’s colors draped the walls, and the polished wooden floor gleamed under the fluorescent lights. The cheerleading squad, resplendent in their blue and gold uniforms, huddled together, whispering and giggling. I took a deep breath, clutching my pom-poms tightly. I glanced around nervously, recognizing a few faces from my classes but not feeling any comfort from their presence.
“Alright, everyone!” Coach Miller’s voice boomed across the gym. A tall, no-nonsense woman with a clipboard in hand, she had been the cheerleading coach for over a decade. “We’ll start with the individual routines. Remember, we’re looking for energy, precision, and spirit. First up, Alina Richards!”
My heart jumped into my throat. I stepped forward, my legs feeling like jelly. The whispers and snickers from the other girls didn’t help my nerves. I closed my eyes for a moment, visualizing my routine, the one I had perfected in countless late-night practice sessions.
“Go, Alina!” someone called out, but the voice was tinged with mockery. I forced a smile and took my position. The music started, a fast-paced beat that echoed through the gym.
I began my routine, my movements precise but lacking the confidence that usually marked my practice sessions. I executed a perfect cartwheel, followed by a series of jumps. But as I moved into the more complex parts of my routine, my nerves got the better of me. I stumbled on a spin, losing my balance for a moment. My face flushed, but I pushed on.
The last part of my routine was a backflip. I had done it perfectly a hundred times in my backyard. I took a deep breath, launched myself into the air—and miscalculated. I landed awkwardly, my ankle twisting under me. Pain shot through my leg, and I crumpled to the floor.
Laughter erupted from the other girls, sharp and cruel. “Nice try, klutz!” someone jeered. Tears stung my eyes. I struggled to my feet, biting my lip to keep from crying out.
“Alright, that’s enough!” Coach Miller’s voice cut through the laughter. She walked over to me, her expression stern but not unkind. “Are you okay, Alina?”
I nodded, though my ankle throbbed with every step. “I’m fine,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
Coach Miller gave me a once-over, then nodded. “Go see the nurse about that ankle. And don’t worry, mistakes happen.”
But I could see the looks on the other girls’ faces, the smirks and the disdain. I limped out of the gym, the sound of their laughter ringing in my ears.
The nurse’s office was a blur. The kindly nurse wrapped my ankle, instructing me to rest and apply ice. I nodded numbly, barely hearing the words. My mind was a whirl of humiliation and disappointment.
I sat on the bench outside the nurse’s office, staring at my bandaged ankle. The dream I had cherished for so long seemed shattered beyond repair. I had imagined myself in the blue and gold uniform, leading the cheers at football games, feeling the thrill of being part of something special. Now, all I felt was the sting of failure and the cruelty of my peers.
My feet dragged as I walked down the dimly lit street, the neon lights of The Lantern Bar flickering ahead. I had never set foot in a bar before, let alone. But tonight, I needed to drown my sorrows in something stronger than my own tears. The breakup with Tom was still fresh, the wounds raw and aching. I had spent the last few days mired in sadness, but tonight, I wanted to feel something different, anything different.
As I pushed open the heavy door of the bar, a wave of warm, stale air washed over me. The low hum of conversation mixed with the clinking of glasses and the soft strum of a guitar from the small stage in the corner. I scanned the room, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The bar was half full, a mix of regulars and people like me—searching for an escape.
I made my way to the bar counter, sliding onto a worn stool. The bartender, a middle-aged man with a friendly smile, approached me.
“What can I get for you?” he asked.
“Something strong,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded and soon placed a glass of amber liquid in front of me. I took a tentative sip, the burn of the alcohol unfamiliar but oddly comforting. I continued to sip, letting the warmth spread through me.
As the night wore on, the alcohol wove its hazy spell. The world around me blurred at the edges, and I sank deeper into the solace the drink provided. I finished my first glass and signaled the bartender for another. Each sip made the room spin a little more, but I welcomed the dizziness—it was distracting from the thoughts I was running from.
The bar grew noisier, the hum of conversation rising to a cacophony. I noticed when someone sat down next to me, but a soft, steady voice broke through my haze.
“Rough night?” he asked.
I turned to see a young man with a calm smile and eyes that seemed to see right through me. I didn’t recognize his face, but something about his presence was soothing.
“Yeah,” I replied, my voice slurring. “You could say that.”
We fell into a conversation that ebbed and flowed like the tides, moving from one topic to the next. He spoke about trivial things—music, movies, the weather—but somehow, it felt profound. His laughter was contagious, and for a moment, I forgot why I had come here.
Time lost its meaning. Drinks came and went, each one making me feel lighter, more detached from my troubles. He listened with genuine interest, never pressing too hard or asking for details I wasn’t ready to share. I found comfort in his presence, a strange sense of familiarity with someone I had never met before.
At some point, the room spun faster, and my eyelids grew heavy. I noticed when he slipped his arm around me, guiding me off the stool.
“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable,” he murmured, his voice gentle but firm.
I nodded, my head bobbing. I trusted him, even as my vision blurred and my thoughts became disjointed. We made our way through the crowd, his grip steady and reassuring. The noise of the bar faded as we entered a quieter corridor, the dim lights casting long shadows on the walls.
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