Pretty Girl

Chapter Four - February 4th 2010

Chapter Four

Alexander's Pov - 21 Years Old

Trouble. A word that meant that there was some kind of problem or disorder somewhere. It caused public unrest and seemed to be an inconvenience to other people.

In this town, trouble came in the form of a sixteen year old girl.

If only they realised what trouble really was. How much anxiety it caused you, to make your heart rate speed up, your breathing to become irregular. It was excitement in a bad way. But was it really bad?

Did you know what was going on? Did you understand what the problem was? Did you really see the whole picture or were you blinded by one point of view or perception that a single individual held?

Why were there baseless allegations on somebody that nobody ever tried to understand? Especially when their own minds were feeble and so unworthy of even being able to comprehend what the real deal was.

Assumptions were always made on the pretext of things that we saw or heard without any insight into the way the person who made the mistake thoight. She was different but that was exactly what drew me to her.

She was jaded but clear. For some reason I couldn't think about anyone else's point of view on her at all. They may call her a bîtch but I didn't care.

I didn't exactly give a fûck about what anyone else said in general anyways so why would I start now?

I never saw her as the fûcked up one in so many situations. Everyone else was.

People always needed someone to use as their scapegoat. They went with the crowd. They never questioned anything or tried to comprehend the entire situation. It didn't matter to them.

Ever since I saw her viridescent blank eyes shed tears that were mixed with droplets of rain under the guise of a stormy night where her adorable little nose twitched every time she tried to avoid answering my questions, I knew there was something there. Something interesting.

I remembered the way she shivered unknowingly as the cold air caressed her skin, making her lips quiver as she kept stating that she wanted to be alone.

I'd seen her do horrible things over the years but that's the thing, did it really matter? For some reason, it didn't to me.

She was usually so cautious and alert about the way she displayed and portrayed her emotions. It was sad that I just couldn't help myself from observing her.

She didn't even know herself yet and that was where the problem was.

She always said that I shouldn't expect too much from her because one day she would let me down.

What she didn't know was that I simply couldn't care less about her misconceptions regarding herself.

Only her.

Well, and Cassie. That brought me to the present situation at hand where I was watching my sixteen year old little sister angrily cry and throw a fit about a small bruise on her leg because of a fight that happened.

Oh I was concerned when I saw how upset she was initially but now I was holding back laughter with a flicker of curiosity.

"I wasn't even involved, it was so stupid!" Cassie raged on angrily as I watched her with my eyebrow raised and shook my head. We were currently standing outside the front doors of her school.

I had to come over and pick her up because of all of this foolishness that I was presently dealing with.

They didn't even know why they were fighting. Great.