Twist

Chapter 2

Alex's POV

Instead of wasting my saliva and time to answer him, I went downstairs to where my room is. Sliding the window up, I grabbed the yellowish paper plane. "Cute", I complimented. I slightly giggled. "Uh, hey?". Trying to get the attention of the guy earlier.

He started walking towards me now, looking at his side while his hands are inside his pocket. He sure is tall. Is he acting tough? It's pretty obvious the way he's gulping...cute. Eww! I just complimented a normie. Erase. My lips curved, forming a grin. Silly me. "Hi", he nervously waved his right hand without even stealing a glance at me. He cleared his throat, "The paper plane, Alex?" extending his right hand, now looking at me. His stare sent shivers down to my spine, making my nervous system all aware and active. The way his thick eyebrows compliment his greenish eyes beats the existence of the thousands of other living species out there. "Alex?", he called my name again without breaking the connection we were having.

"Oh, uh, y-yes?", I said while blinking and stuttering. I felt my face getting warm so I looked away. So embarrassing.

He let out a chuckle totally noticing my red face, "My brother's paper plane. I assume you have it?", he pointed. As he continued talking, I noticed his harshly built jawline. I could just imagine that strong muscular jawline of his could cut a diamond into pieces, exaggeratedly speaking that is.

"Wait a minute, how in the world did you know my name? And why am I talking to you? I don't even know you." I handed immediately to him that paper plane, crossing my arms after.

His gorgeously sculpted smiling face seemed to be offended by what I asked. "Ouch", he placed his hand to his chest and acted like it was hurt. I knew it, I'd screw this. I offended someone again. "You really don't know me? I've been your neighbor for like- four years now...yeah, four years.", a touch of hope is plastered on his face. Hope? Hoping that I would know him I guess.

I rolled my eyes, "Would I ask that question if I knew you? No right?", shutting him away. I already hurt him, I think that was enough for him to stay away from me. A hand grabbed my arm, just when I was about to close the window, pulling me towards... him? "You son of a gun—", he snapped his fingers to cut me off trying to connect my sight to his.

He successfully caught my sight, "The name's Winchester, Caleb Anthony Winchester, your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison called me earlier saying that I have to babysit you. Believe it or not—"

"Not," I said in a louder tone, cutting him off and pulling my hand upward so I could escape his grip. Sliding down my window, untying the curtain, and turned my back at him. I think I hit something... whatever it doesn't matter.