Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 65

Ethan pov

Ash is getting better with every day, so that’s good. Right?

I don’t know how I feel about all of this. Call me selfish and evil, but for as long as he remains somewhat sick, he stays with us. Yes, I know it’s downright creepy to have thoughts like these, but I can’t help it. I really can’t.

Ash is my friend. Initially, freaking originally, he was only my friend, but both of my brothers have turned on me and are trying to become his friends too. Best friends even.

When we were a lot younger, during our early childhood years, we used to share our toys and I was completely fine with that, but Ash isn’t a toy and I’m not obligated to share. And besides, it’s not like mom is here to tell me to share either.

If anything, I’m sure mom and pops would be glad to know that I’ve found another friend. Contrary to other’s beliefs, I’m not that social. Not really. I have a few good friends and I’m fine with that.

“Ethan, are you coming or not?” Everett grumbles, pulling me out of the slump of my thoughts.

I blink a couple of times to make sure I’m here, present and my senses are as sharp as they get before I nod. “Yeah, I’m coming. Just got stuck a little,” I point a finger at my temple, “in here. You know how that happens.”

Everett just grumbles something under his breath, so I don’t pay too much mind to whatever might have been said. The thing is that sometimes, it’s best to ignore my brothers and not think about whatever they might tell me.

“So, get ready, I don’t want to laze around waiting for you and catch some shit from Elias because of you. He and Ash are already waiting for us at the entrance of the building, so we need to get going like ten minutes ago,” Everett all but barks at me.

Whenever he uses that stupid tone, I feel like he’s a mini pops. He, too, always barks out the orders and uses the harsh, domineering tone whenever he speaks.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” I mumble and slide my feet into the shoes.

I’m already ready to leave, so I don’t understand what Everett is pissing on my leg for. Yeah, I get stuck in my head a little here and there, but that really doesn’t mean anything. Or does it?

“Alright, let’s go then,” he straightens his body, nods at me and turns his back on me to leave before I get to the door.

As we walk down the halls and closer to the building entrance, I start feeling a little too giddy, happy to see Ash again and maybe even get on his nerves a little. I’m sure eventually, I will grow on him.

Once we reach them, Ash and Elias appear to have some secretive, whispered conversation about something and as soon as they notice us approaching, they stop talking.

Ever since they returned from the assignment, both of them have been acting weird. Like they have secrets from everyone, especially Everett and me.

“Ready to go?” Elias asks as he tosses an arm around Ash’s shoulders. The action is friendly, but something about it rubs me the wrong way.

“Yeah, as ready as we’ll ever be,” Everett announces and we head to the school building, straight to martial arts class.

I’ve been thinking all morning how to appropriately volunteer to team up with Ash for this class, but before I can as much as fucking blink, Elias is in front of me, talking to the Prof about his and Ash’s decision to team up.

My mood instantly sours. I swear, lately it feels like he’s always one step ahead of me and I can’t get a moment alone with Ash even if it would be a life or death situation.

I just don’t get it. What changed? Elias was the most opposed to Ash ever since we met and now, all of a sudden, he’s all up in Ash’s business like some fucking best friend forever or some shit.

Somehow, I make it through the class, jump to my feet after I’m knocked to my ass because obviously, I can’t find it in myself to focus on anything, and start jogging towards Ash.

Once again, fucking damn it, just when I nearly reach the little shit, Elias stands in my way and asks Ash to go to the cafeteria together, mentioning something about that Anno guy too.

“Amazing, rose scented farts and fuckery, that’s what this is,” I grumble as I follow after them.

Funny thing is that both act as if they’re oblivious to my presence. They’re so deep in their hushed conversation that none of them pay any mind to me, even though I’m trying my best to put up a show of insanely good sulking.

As we enter the cafeteria, Ash and Elias move together as they grab some food and head to the table where usually, I sit with my brothers.

While getting my own food, I throw glances their way and frown. I’m not sure how it happened, but those two act like they’re connected. And I mean seriously connected - even their movements look the same. What happened during that stupid mission to flip everything so drastically?

Annoyed, I walk to the table and sit down across from them, but neither even glances my way. See, how I can’t think about anything going on if both are acting so bloody suspicious all of a sudden? All of the alarm bells in my mind are going off so loudly, I can hear the sound echo in my mind.

And then, just to take the last piece of cake, Elias offers Ash some of his food since Ash makes a face at the place of mashed potatoes. The asshole even chews the food, not inhales it as he usually does, as if he’s giving time for Ash to have his time.

Lately, Elias has been so stupidly attentive and gentle to Ash. Shit, I might be jealous. Am I jealous? Does green really suit me? It might, I’m a handsome boy after all, mom always tells me that.

But the facts aside, I don’t know how I feel about this ping of jealousy if I’m being completely honest. The fact is and remains that I want to be Ash’s friend, I want to be close with the guy and support him, but everyone’s getting in my way.

The only problem is that I’m so confused about everything that I can’t figure out, for the life of me, why am I so bothered about something that looks like a simple friendship between two guys.

If anything, I should be happy about them getting closer, right? I care about Elias a lot and the same, I care about Ash. Two people who mean a lot to me are getting along better than ever. So, why am I feeling this way? Why can’t I help but feel like the friendship is the start of something awful and should be poisoned at its root before it spreads?