Twist

Chapter 4

Sorry for the long wait. 

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Alex's POV

I managed to get back inside my room before my mom knocked and bid goodnight.

After taking a bubble bath, I dived toward my bed. Ah, so comfortable. Recalling the great happening earlier. For the very first time in a while, I felt delighted. Rolling my body under my sheets, then stared at my ceiling. I can definitely feel my face heating. My heart's racing.

"Hey, greenish-kaleidoscope-eyed boy? What exactly did you do to me?" talking to my ceiling, imagining it was him. Shaking my head, "I totally am mesmerized..." I said, closing my eyes.

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I woke up hearing the noises from below. "God...What time is it?" I muttered, stuffing my pillow onto my face. My hand went to reach my phone on the table, "It is only 8:30 in the morning, people."

I heard noises coming from our neighbor, "Caleb, bring the grill with you when you go here outside!" that was probably Mr. Winchester judging from the voice.

Hmm, come to think of it the name Caleb seemed to ring a bell—scratch that idea. How will I know someone from our neighborhood when I know the fact that I'm a loser and an introvert?

My thought got cut when someone entered my room, "Hey, idiot get up. Everyone's getting ready for the party later. Oh, and one more thing," she looked at me with her eyes squinting, "Wear something nice...and formal, okay? The Ford's, Cunningham's, and Winchester's are going to be here. You know they are dad's business partners—"

"Okay, okay. I got it. Jeez, just get out already." I replied, cutting her speech. I bet she was going to add more to that so I cut her. I stood up from my bed went to her side just to close the door. For me not to look rude closing the door at her, I gave her a small smile.

"What a pity, I don't have any formal clothes to wear," I said as I scanned my closet. "Hmm, let's see. I have ripped jeans, sweat pants and shirts, hoodies, high-waisted pants, polo's, t-shirts, crop tops, PJ's—yeah nothing formal indeed." I closed my closet afterward. This is so tiring. I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone then made my way to the bathroom.

After I prepared my bath, I played my soft playlist. Dipping my foot first, then my whole body to the warm water—this feels staggering. The sweet scent coming from my tub surrounds the whole place. I leaned my head back, trying to savor my moment. "This is peace—"

Someone knocked loudly outside the bathroom, it was more like a bang actually, it startled me. "Alex, mom said you better hurry up! Also, one of our visitors is looking for you, which is weird. Hurry up now or I'll eat all of the appetizers...including your favorite." He remarked.

"Ciel, you better not!"

"Oh, I will..."

I stood up from my bath and grabbed my robe, "God, you dimwit. I'm hurrying up now! You can go- and don't you dare eat my favorite appetizer." With that, I opened the bathroom door giving him a death glare—more like me looking at him like I have astigmatism.

"Okay, I won't... or will I?" Now he's giving me that sly look. Gross.

"Will you cut that annoying tone of yours?" I countered with a slightly loud voice, getting annoyed with him.

He took a few steps back then raised both of his arms as a sign of surrender, "Hey, I am waving the white flag here. I surrender. I won't. I promise..."

"There you go again! You know what, c'mere you little—" I tried grabbing him but he got away. "Ha! Chicken!"

"I'm no chicken, you're just too heavy to lift your legs, piggy!" He teased as he was running toward the exit.

Annoying. I went back to the bathroom to finish up. I feel a little exhausted because of what happened earlier, with all the running and tone-raising shenanigans. "You need to exercise more, Alex," I said while looking at myself in the mirror.

"This is such a burden." I complained, still looking for some 'formal' clothes to wear. My eyes continued to wander until I kicked something underneath. A paper bag? What's it doing here? With my growing curiosity, I took the paper bag out from my closet. Stunned by what's inside it. "A dress?" I muttered, still wondering how did it get there. It's a cocktail, white-colored dress. "This ain't me." Immediately, I put it back in the bag and placed it below.

After I changed my clothes into 'comfortable' ones, I practiced some lines on what I am going to say later—better be prepared than nothing.

I finally went downstairs, slowly. God, help me.