Falling Back: Alex Rider FanFic

~Chapter 23~

Chase's (POV):

My eyes narrowed. This was not the same defensless boy that I cornered a few days ago. I looked Alex up and down. His body was in perfect fighting form, it almost looked professional. What in the world are you hiding...? I growled under my breath, he was dangerous, it wasn't hard to tell. Even so, my anger clouded my judgment. I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white.

"You think this is funny?" I spat, my voice trembling with barely contained fury.

"Not at all!" He mused, throwing his hands up in mock defense.

His words were like a match to gasoline. He just thinks he's so much better than me. I tightened my fists once more, preparing to fight. I'll make him remember the hapless cry baby he really is. Rage contorted my face, and I charged at him again.

I silently cursed as I drew closer to him. He dropped into a low stance, anticipating my move. I'm damned. As my fist came hurtling towards him, he sidestepped and grabbed my arm, using my own momentum to flip me over his shoulder. I landed on the ground with a thud, the wind knocked out of me.

He stood over me, his expression cold and unyielding. "You're not as tough as you think, Chase." He spat my name out like a curse, causing me to flinch. How could that anger filled voice possibly belong to that emotionless face.

I groaned, struggling to catch my breath. I never knew when to quit, and he knew that. I rolled onto my side, trying to push myself up, but he placed his foot on my chest, pinning me down.

"Stay down," he warned, his voice low and menacing.

I glared up at him, my eyes burning with hatred. "This isn't over," I hissed.

He leaned down, and for a moment just stared at me. An agonizing silence filled the hall, the crowd that had gathered around us had frozen in suspense.

Had I really been betten so easily?

It's what everyone was thinking, it wasn't hard to tell.

And by him nonetheless.

Alex Rider

The boy who has a panic attack every other period.

The boy with no past.

The boy that had just beaten me without throwing a single punch.

He stepped back, and I slowly got to my feet, staggering slightly. My pride was more wounded than my body, which was saying a lot. I gave him one last murderous look before turning and walking away, muttering curses under my breath.

The crowd parted allowing me through easily. Most avoided looking at me completely but a few shot me mocking glances.

As I walked away, I could feel the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. Alex had made an enemy today, but he also knew he had proven his point. He wasn't someone to be messed with. I hated to admit it, but he had stood up for himself, and not only that. He had held his ground, and won.

The warning bell rang and everyone scattered, tearing their eyes away from Ale and I, running to their classes. I ignored the bell and continued to take my time.

The hallway was empty now, the echoes of our confrontation still lingering in the air.

When I finally got to my classroom, I could feel the eyes of my classmates on me, their curiosity and fear palpable. I ignored them, taking my seat and pulling out my notebook. I had more important things to focus on than their gossip.