𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟸

Third Person Point of View

We all like to push ourselves to pretend we are society's version of normal. Like we have no skeletons in the closet. As if we are so prim and proper' simply because we want everyone to think that we are likable people that will kiss their ass as long as they keep you around. Pretending.

The truth is everyone has a breaking point, most people never reach it. When people do, it is simply, "Nothing matters."

For Alexandra Adamos. A twenty one year old control freak that understands what people actually are. It is not far away. And is barely holding on to the reality she paints the world as today.

She always has:

Control.

But there's a point when control is no longer an option.

Its only chaos.

Back to Alex-

Leo walks beside me, bickering about some encounter with Celestina. His college-long crush. He made out with her one time while they were drunk. I support him, so I just pretend like I can't hear it. Cause it's kind of alarming that he finds any sense of attraction towards that cult leader.

He nudges me with his shoulder lazily.

"Lex, are you listening to anything I say?," Acting like his girl problems are more important than climate change.

I laugh, "Sorry Leo continue."

"Alright, then that stupid wanker, Brad punched-"He says angrily.

I interrupt him, "Sorry bud, I gotta go. I'm not the best at encouraging you to go after someone who doesn't deserve you. Love you man. But I got a lot to do And quit using British cuss words to pretend like you aren't cussing. You aren't with your mom anymore cinnamon roll."

He just looks at me like I killed a puppy then ate it.

So I roll my eyes adjust leave. I walk back to my dorm still thinking about the internship. Oh my gosh the waiting is gonna kill me.

A young attractive male voice speaks.

"Hey, sorry. I'm new here. Could you direct me to the dining hall?" He asks shyly.

I turn around to see who tapped my shoulder, he's about a head and a half taller than me. He has beautiful short red hair that reminds me of fire. And pearly skin, with freckles you can make constellations.

I smile, "Take two lefts then a right."

He smiles, "Thanks. Um, what's your name?"

Holy crap he wants to know my name. Act like a cool nice person, come on.

"Alexandra. Yours?" I ask.

The boy answers, "Jack."

"Fitting," I mutter unknowingly.

Jack laughs softly as he touches the back of his neck.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks.

I attempt to- I have no clue what I'm doing.

"Nothing," I say.

"I was wondering, Alexandra, if you're not doing anything right now would you like to eat lunch with me? I know we just met but I-"

Before he finishes the sentence I reply, "Yes."

He smiles as he blushes a crimson red, almost matching his hair.

So, we head to the cafeteria walking in an almost synchronized pace. Jack looks 6'5'' give or take, I'm doing pretty good keeping up with him. But I do hate walking with tall people.

"So," Jack says.

"So..." I reply.

"Did you transfer?" I ask curiously.

He thinks a minute, "I got kicked out of Harvard," like its nothing

"What for?" I ask curiously.

"Well me and a few boys may or may not have broken ten or fifteen one hundred year old statues." He says, vaguely.

My eyes go wide, "Well how did they let you in here? No offense..."

He smiles, "My mom has a friend who knew the dean."

"Friends in high places I see." I comment.

He laughs. "So. Where are you from?"

I reply, "A town in the middle of nowhere: Cheyenne, Wyoming."

Jack nods.

We finally get there. The 6'5'' boy looks like a kid in a candy store with all the fast food choices.

Chick-Fil-A to the left, beside it Panda Express. Panera. And many. More.

He smiles and runs over to Chick-Fil-A. I just stand here and stare at him. After he realizes, he waves me over here. I run over there, who wouldn't.

"If you eat with me, I'll buy food," he says with his pretty white teeth.

Food with a hot guy with a personality. God likes me today.
I try to tone down my eagerness, "Sure," I say with a small grin.

Jack doesn't ask me what I want but just orders. But, surprisingly he got it right. Kai would do that to exhibit control over me. The stupidest form though. And he's always order everything wrong. Trying to be the 'man.' I'm more manly than him, as a heterosexual woman.

I ask Jack, "How did you know my order?"

He smiles, "Educated guess."

What's that supposed to mean?

We get our food and sit down at a table.

"So," Jack says with a mouthful of waffle fries.

"So." I reply.

"I like you." Bluntly he says.

"Woah there cowboy. You barely know me," I reply. Trying not to show that I like him too. Stuff like 'I like you' on the first day always ends up bad.

"Well it is cliché but I do. And you don't seem like the type of girl to- I don't know. Automatically fall in love with me because I told you I liked you." He explains.

"Fair enough," I reply.

I look at my watch, 2 pm.

"I've got to go," I say. I've got class in 15 minutes.

He looks sad now.

"What's your number?" He asks me.

I smile, "307-564-6090"

"Bye, Jack." I say.

"Bye."

God did smile on me today.

a.n

I forgot to tell you this but check out "We are Terror." It's first in my series. And it has around 11k views. If that makes a difference. Anyway have a good night or day beautiful people.

And comment or anything. I will respond.

-Isabelle