Love is Blind || c.h.

06 • Project

Alex's POV

"Okay, how about this," Ava entered her combinationt to open her locker. "Justin Bieber, James Franco, and Channing Tatum."

"Easy," I leaned up against the lockers. "Kill Bieber. Marry James Franco. Fuck Channing Tatum."

"Understandable," she nodded in agreement.

"Okay your turn," I said. "Nash Grier, Cameron Dallas, and Matthew Espinosa." She groaned at the options, which made me laugh. I knew very well that she despised the Magcon boys more than anything.

"This is literally impossible," Ava huffed. "Uh, I'll have to say," she paused. "Kill Nash. Fuck Matthew. Marry Cameron." I nodded in approval, that was about the best she could do with the options I gave her.

"Understandable."

"Okay your turn again," she thought for a moment, then smirked. "Niall Horan, Keegan, and Calum." I groaned. She purposefully included Niall because she knew I had such a soft spot for him, but then again who didn't. He's Niall fucking Horan. Even if you don't love him, you still love him.

Not to mention she used Keegan, who, for those of you who don't remember, is the "oh so dreamy" soccer player that has a crush on me. 

"Let's see," I crossed my arms and let out a concentrated sigh. "Kill Keegan. Fuck Calum. Marry Niall." I rolled my eyes at the mention of Keegan. Since he had a crush on me, everyone just assumed I liked him back.

"You'd fuck the blind guy over Keegan?" Ava laughed. "Jesus, Keegan's not that bad."

"And neither is Calum," I countered. Keegan isn't that bad in all honesty, I would just rather not have sex with him. Ava on the other hand was determined that I would end up with the blonde soccer player.

"But how would he know where anything is?" Ava shut her locker.

"It'd just be really kinky I guess," I laughed and Ava's mouth immediately formed an 'O'.

"Oh my God," she gaped. "That was like super perverted, Alex. I'm proud of you!" I laughed and beamed with false humility. "I can't believe you'd wanna do it with a blind dude. You couldn't just leave him the next morning either," Ava pointed out. "You'd have to wait for him to get up like 'Hey you can't see me, but I'm about to leave forever. The sex was fun. Bye!'" She did a poor impression of my voice.

I started laughing. "Maybe I wouldn't fuck Calum. That would be pretty awkward I guess."

"Not to mention you guys are neighbors, so you couldn't just avoid him after you ditch him," we started walking to our next class, talking as we went. "I think your only real option is to fuck Keegan instead." She sing songed.

"And I think that we are way overthinking a silly game." I said. "Hurry up, we're going to be late for class."

"It's just Home Ec, who cares?" She whined.

"I do!" I grabbed her arm and urged her along, which was a basically impossible task. Somehow we made it to class on time and we took our usual seats in the middle of the room. Freshman year we had discovered that the middle was the best place to go. Teachers always called on kids in the front because they're right in their faces. But kids in the back get called on just as much because teachers think they aren't paying attention, which was usually true. The middle was the easiest place to hide.

Home Ec was a particularly unusual class. Our teacher, Ms. Castro, was fresh out of university, so essentially she had no idea what she was doing. She was always trying these new "creative" and "psychologically groundbreaking" methods of teaching, most of which were totally unconventional. Not that I minded, it made class more fun.