Alexandra

Chapter 14

Alexandra

"Who is he?" Paris' accusatory tone makes me feel like I did something bad.

I look up at him and smile. "When did you come back?"

He didn't smile back like he used to. "Who is he?" He asks again, this time with more bitterness.

I look down at my phone and shrug, "I don't know him personally, he just needed notes so I texted him. That's it. I helped him." I thought he was going to be glad that I helped someone.

Paris's expression hardens, he snatches my phone from me and scrolls through the texts. "I'm not lying. I would never lie to you." My voice lowered at the end. Why would he think I'd hide the truth or anything from him?

Paris reads the texts and once he's finished, he's relaxed a little but still has a stern look when he turns to me. "You can't message strangers, you don't know what kind of people they can be."

I frowned. "That is true but he's our classmate, we go to the same school and it wasn't a big deal, it was just notes. If I was in the situation that he is right now, I'd want someone to help me too." I explained how I was feeling hoping Paris would understand but he got even angrier.

"I thought you said you didn't know him." He raises an eyebrow and takes a predatory step towards me. I try to step away but I'm backed up against a wall in his bedroom. I shouldn't have come here.

"I don't. I really don't." I want him to believe me. I hate when I'm telling the truth but people think I'm lying. It's one of the worst feelings.

I've never met that boy at school. He's in our school chat and he asked for notes so I sent them to him. Nothing more. Paris makes it out to be a big deal and makes me think I did some bad.

Paris approached me and traced his finger on my chin, it made me uncomfortable but I didn't want to anger him more. I decided that I wouldn't come over to his house again though.

"I'm sorry if I upset you." I told him honestly. My words calmed him down and his hand fell down no longer touching me.

His face was coming closer and closer towards mine until his lips landed on my forehead. "I'm sorry." He mumbled and I melted in his embrace. "I'm sorry too." I replied.

After a moment he pulled away. "Ice cream?" He asked with excitement and I nodded my head.

"Yes please."

I hate when I lose my sleep because of dreams. Especially when it's something that has happened to me.

I try to go back to sleep but it doesn't work this time, so I get up and walk down the stairs. It's 5 in the morning so it doesn't matter that much, I was supposed to get up in 2 hours anyway.

I wash my face and open the fridge, looking for something to eat. I can't find anything that doesn't need cooking so I decide on having a cereal.

"You should have something else." Damien's voice makes me flinch so hard, the milk bottle I was holding falls down on the floor.

"Didn't mean to scare you, I always get up at this time." He explains as he picks the bottle up and places it back in the fridge.

"I was going to use that." I tried to open it but Damien didn't let me.

"I'll make you breakfast, you go get dressed or you could just watch me."

I didn't want to get dressed yet. I had time and I liked peace and quiet this place offered when no one was around. Watching people cook is also a habit of mine.

I sat at the stool and watched Damien make me food. He smiled when he saw me sitting here. "What?" I asked and leaned on the counter.

He shook his head, "Nothing, It's just- it feels nice having some company."

"Your brothers don't get up early?"

"No." He shakes his head and looks at me in the eyes, "Our brothers don't get up early."

I want to smile at his words but getting reminded of Paris and my old life ruined my mood already. I don't think there's anything that can cheer me up today.

Damien must have noticed this because he didn't talk for the rest of the time and he even offered to take me to school. I agreed because this way I wouldn't have to be in the same space as the twins.

"Why are you awake?" He asked as he placed the plate of the meal in front of me on the table.

"I had a dream and couldn't go back to sleep."

"Dream or a nightmare?"

I don't know. I ask myself that every time. There are so many moments when Paris was gentle with me and those memories mean a lot to me but what he did ruined everything between us.

I shrug. Damien doesn't ask anything else, he goes back to his room to gather important files while I finish my food.

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I snap my locker shut and turn around, heading towards the direction of my next class. There are five minutes left before class so I'm walking at a slow pace. When suddenly I notice Logan and his minions.

I don't want to have an encounter with him so I turn around and start heading the opposite way but I was in such a rush that I bumped into someone and the books I was holding scattered around the floor.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." We both say at the same time. I raise my head to see the brown eyed boy in front of me. I knew it. I recognized his voice.

"I'm really sorry I was in a hurry and didn't see you coming." He bends down and collects my books. I stood frozen, hypnotized by his voice. He has such a beautiful, soft voice. Listening to him is pleasing and I envy people who hear him in the class. Or at home.

"Here you go." He hands me my books and I take them from him, "Thank you."

"No problem." That reminds me of the last encounter we had. Without another word he walks past me and I already realized I didn't ask his name but I couldn't just call after him now, when the hallways were filled with people. I'm sure I'll see him again.

There was a small smile placed on my face as I walked to my class. My day just got a little bit better.