Pretty Girl

Chapter Ten - November 25th 2013

Chapter Ten

Alexander's Pov - 24 Years Old

It was impossible for someone to know another person inside out but I think it was good that I didn't care about that. I thought it was much more interesting to learn new things about someone every day as though a completely new form of the same human was being unveiled and unleashed.

There was beauty in everything as long as you knew where to look.

Katrina was the definition of evolution to me.

She evolved, created and destroyed parts of herself every single day and it was enchanting.

There was something dark and cruel that existed in her. I knew it was there. I wasn't a fool but I'd also be stupid to ignore her persistence to overcome everything she had to deal with.

I couldn't ever get enough of her.

Maybe I was insane to be this involved with another human being but nothing mattered anymore.

She was another part of me.

Now there wasn't just one person I'd do anything for, there were two.

I could never even begin to realise when the number had changed to two but it did.

Katrina and Cassie.

I don't think she still realised how annoyingly adorable she seemed to be.

You didn't need to assure someone that you cared about them every single day.

Atleast that wasn't the way it worked for us.

We were so careless, so in the moment and alive that we didn't need words to show everything we felt most of the time.

To someone else the way we spoke to each other would probably seem illegal and nonsensical but it wasn't for them to understand.

I'd never felt this way before. I had tried to see if it was possible with other people but no. It was so dangerously enticing with her that I couldn't ever even imagine staying away anymore.

She was crazy but she was always interesting.

I'd never had faith in much but I had faith in her.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she was someone completely different to who I thought she was or another species entirely but for some inexplicable reason I was so unconcerned when it came to anything that could deter me from her. She was the endgame.

I didn't care about the opinions and thoughts that the general public seemed to harbour either. When had they ever mattered?

They'd never begin to understand her. Nobody could, not even me and I was more than okay with that.

I trusted her and I learned more about her every single day.

"It's okay. I mean I don't do anything other than dance there anyways." She answered my question as I asked her about how college was going.

She rolled her thoughtful light green orbs which had a look of exhaustion within them.

My eyes fell upon her open palms as I grabbed her hand and glared at her palms. Specks of blood and nail marks were imprinted there.

"I'm going to cut your damn nails off." I said sternly.

She snatched her hand back and looked away embarassedly.

"I accidentally ended up holding my water bottle too tightly." She mumbled looking down at her hand.

I shook my head, not wanting to get into her random answer and grabbed her hand softly as my thumb caressed the small injuries over her palm.