Perfect Pain

#8

~This chapters dedicated to Zoey540 , thanks for reading ~
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I lost Lex before the day at could be over, he had jogged up to some guys who stood beside their lockers and that was it. I got to know his name when the Biology teacher made the sudden childish roll call at the beginning of the class.

I was at the parking lot of the school, waiting for my police father to pick me up, the weather wasn't so sunny but it was a little chilly although I felt like I could spare a few minutes, till he shows up.

"Waiting for dad?" Lex walks up to me and whispers elegantly. I smile and tuck my hair behind my ears. He had hazel eyes to begin with, he was a pretty American, light gold skin tone that seems to glow under the cloudy sun.

He didn't have a muscular body, his arm's weren't so slim but he was fit. For his kind. His hair falls right to his shoulders and he tucks them with a rubber every once inside while.

"Seems so, been waiting for a while now. That's odd he should be here." I scan further done the road of nameless faces and body's laughing, yelling, taking selfies, and boys hopping into their car through the opening while girls with mini skirts giggled following them in and it didn't seem to ease me.

He's never late.

"I should give him a call." I said and to my heartbeat, he stood there and waited, while I bent to the other side with my phone in my ear listening to it ring he looks into thin air and waves at some people during intervals.

"He's not answering." I gave up.

"That's suckish." He he sighed. "Well, if your homes not far away we could give you a ride." He looked up, and I followed his eyes to the cloud.

"And I don't think you can last any longer out here. Cloud's getting mad." He refers to the dark cloud that was ready to pour out saturated water to no avail.

I considered everything that could go wrong, including Dad telling me about kids not having home training and just few hours ago, Lex seems....oh, no. He can't be.

He's more than that.

"Okay...but who else? It's...your car?"

"It is, but some of the guys I hang out with just like to come around, and they crash at my crib sometimes. Even Lisa!" He hyped. And I whimper at the name. Lisa

"Oh..."

"Yeah...she's Drew's sister, she hangs with us almost every-time except when she's had enough of us and hangs with her other shitty friends." We approached the car and one of the guys tossed him a key. He caught with both hands.

"You'll love her." He whispers and I could already see the girl, who's name I have avoided for the past 18 years of my life, smiling at me. It was a big Ford Jeep,the latest. And in it was already Drew and some other guy who dug his head into his phone, not aware that Drew yelled at me loudly.

"I don't know who you are, but before you step in, you're not one of Maddie's kittens who ran out of the bag are you?"

Even though I had no idea who Maddie was, or who the term kittens referred to, I still cleared her doubts.

"Um...no? I'm not."

"Good cause I hate Maddie. Get in." She let me sit comfortably beside her.

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"Well, so then....if this Gimme kid didn't get the principle pregnant, then why'd he say he did?"

"Because the guys a total looser!" He informed like it was a fact. "He does things without even thinking. And seems he was drunk at school so, detention, principal, alone, blah blah." We had our sits just as the conclusion of his story came.

I was driven by each and every single one he told, since the start of the day till this very last class. He's made me happy all through.

"Hay...I never got to ask you, what country are you from.." he said.

"You don't know?" I played and he raised his arms I defense.

"Hay you never let me talk, you're the one always giving me news." Sarcasm followed his playful words.

"I'm from Nigeria. Though I'm not fully African."

"Why not?"

"My fathers from here."

"Ohh i see, Nigeria huh. Got some friends back there," he adds. And I shoot him a 'really' look. "Yeah. I really do. Well, that's a long story for another day." I sew that he changed immediately and face the class, where I could only see his head, and hair that falls to the seat rest.

"Students," I looked negotiating to find the teacher but he was too far away, which got me to think of the idea of why we had to sit so far away. We were two rows to the very last seat with Lex Before me.

I tapped his shoulders and he turns my way. "Why'd we have to sit so far away?"

"Oh..reason best known to me."

Before I could certify what it was that he said, the door that looked very tiny from my view cranked open, which made all eyes, and all expressions, land on a certain someone.

He stood still before the teacher, an though I couldn't tell what kind of expression he had on, I could tell he didn't so happy. The class had started minutes ago and everyone had been settled, bumping in the middle of the class like that he should expect such looks.

"Alexander Jackson Bartel." I see him snort at the teachers words. "Take your seat, and try not to interrupt anymore classes while your at it." He turns and walks away from the teacher, following the aisle that was between rows of seats that lead towards me.

Before he was any where near me I already saw the seat that was disowned beside me, and there was nothing I could do to stop him from setting there.

The teacher had already carried on with the class and I couldn't hear what he said. Too busy gazing at the beautiful person that stood before me, looking at me, like I was his enemy. The teacher must have made him pissed and with those strong muscles, I'd hate to be his punching bag.

I cough, and decided to advert my eyes from his ravishingly devoured lenses that were like a plater of gold above that gray Cotten shirt that hugged his shoulders. His back was up against one shoulder, and his shoes, gosh his shoes were gorgeous.