Precious

You Can't Always Get What you Want Part 1

You can't always get what you want

But if you try sometimes you find

You get what you need....

The Rolling Stones

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"Asking you what you're doing talking to Nikki, and I'd like a real answer this time." He replied.

I took a step towards him, trying to get to my locker, but he wasn't moving so I sighed.

"And, I'd like for you to move, but we can't always get what we want." I feigned a smile.

"When's the last time you didn't get something you wanted, Estella?" Alexander cocked his head to the side with a taunting smile and my heart leaped.

He was joking with me. He had a soul! I knew it!

"Well-" Suddenly my mind went blank. I was praying the question was rhetorical.

"That's what I thought." He laughed.

"Well, you know what I mean." I rolled my eyes with a small giggle that I solely reserved for boys I flirted with.

There was a brief silence as he stared at me and I swore I was having a heart attack.

"You look very beautiful today." He sung slowly, almost like a whisper.

I very embarrassingly gasped. "Thank you." The words came too slow. He was going to think I had a mental disability.

How could he so easily switch gears like that? Taunting me one minute, making me hate him, and then teasing me and making me want him the next?

He didn't say anything, he just smiled and looked into my eyes, and for a second he had 'the look' that I had seen on countless other boys before. Boys who loved me, adored me, waited on me hand and foot; whom I crushed, emotionally destroyed, and ruined for fun.

Was he falling for me? Usually I could tell from 'the look'– but with Alexander I was just so ... unsure – it was extremely disconcerting.

But as he stared into my eyes and gave me his full attention with his mouth closed, I found that I honestly didn't care. I enjoyed being in his presence like-

"Well," he startled me and interrupted my thoughts as he cleared his throat. "I got to go but I want you to know that one, whatever you're planning with Nikki isn't going to work. She's weak. And two, your shirt is see-through, but hey I'm not complaining. Pink bras are my second favorite." He winked and abruptly began to walk away from me. As the words began to sink in I was left standing there pathetically, with my jaw wide open.

Did I ever think I enjoyed his presence? I was wrong. Wrong. Wrooooooooooong!

You're an idiot. My conscience yelled. For once, I concurred.

"Let me know when you want a clearer view!" I yelled as he was at a distance and I wanted to garner as much attention from the moment as possible – it was important that someone reported the scene back to Natalia.

"You're yelling!" He turned and looked at the people that had begun to stare at us. "Tell me, why do whores love to attract attention?" He laughed at me.

"Oh please, I should be asking you. You're the one that fucks everything that walks." I rolled my eyes, trying to brush his rude comments off as I turned to my locker instead of watching him walk away.

"You sound jealous!" He laughed and I let him have the last word. If I wasn't Estella Rose, I would've been embarrassed.

Being Estella Rose however, I was MORTIFIED. HE CALLED ME A WHORE. A WHORE. ME. A VIRGIN. A WHORE?!