The Wrong and Right's.

Chapter Two

My cheeks heat up, and I narrow my eyes. My only option. "What do you want from me?" I whisper, as I fumble with my fingers. Alex snorts. The chair squeaks as he leans closer. This causes me to meet his gaze. "To be friends." he finally says, the corner of his lips tugging upwards again. I shake my head, and turn to face forward.

"We don't need to be friends. You have plenty of girls." I mumble.

"What?" he hisses. I recoil farther into my seat, and peek at Alex from underneath my eyelashes. His nostrils are flared, and a wild look sparked in his eyes. I gasped, a million thoughts racing through my mind.

What the hell is wrong with him? I thought, my mind flipping back to what Hannah said at lunch.

"Alex, Morgan, what is going on?" Mrs. Barns howls. I open my mouth, but no words form.

"She was bothering me." Alex growls from behind. Mrs. Barns glare whips toward me. The look cutting like a knife.

"Is this true?" Mrs. Barns demands, placing her hand on her hip.

"NO!" I shriek,  forcing my hands out in front of me. "No, he was bothering me!"

Alex chuckles, as Mrs. Barns glare shifts between the two of us. "Well, until you both figure out who started it, get out of my class. I don't need interruptions.". I slump in my seat, and collect my things. Then, standing up, and moaning, I scamper out of the room.

"Can't believe I got sent out because of-,"

"Me." Alex finishes. I whirl around, and glare at Alex. Clenching my fist, with the anger boiling up inside me.

"Yes, you." I growl. Alex chuckles, slowly catching up to me. I cross my arms over my chest, and let my eyes meekly wander the halls.

"Hey, how's Hannah doing?" Alex asks, running his fingers through his hair. The classic move. I snort.

"She's doing fine, thanks for asking." I say, stealing a glimpse at Alex. The callous look in his blue orbs ceased. He grins.

"She never told you, did she?" he surmises, shoving his hands in his pockets. I raise an eyebrow.

"What hasn't she told me? What to you know that I don't?" I ask, more to myself. Alex snickers.

"That's funny. I thought you told each other everything." Alex says, smug. I look up and scowl.

"Shut up, you don't even know her!" I snarl. Alex shrugs, wrinkling his nose. 

"I know her enough." Alex simpers. My eyes widen, and I gape at the boy who stood so pompously in front of me.

"What the hell does that mean?" I hiss. Alex smiles, coy.

"If you want to know so bad, let me show you." Alex says, flashing his famous side smile; the smirk. He takes a step closer, causing me to back away. The smirk grows wider. I throw my hands out in defense, as his body comes closer to mine. "Please, Alex, don't." I beg, as I squeeze my eyes shut. A cold shiver runs down my spine, when Alex presses my back against the wall.

"Alex." I whimper, turning my head away from the unwanted touch. Fire burns where his nose rests in the crook of my neck. Your hands! Use your hands! my own conscience demanded. I struggled, but managed to loosen my hands. With all my mite, I shove my hands hard into Alex's chest. He stumbles back, aghast. Suddnely, his head whips up, and the spark returns.

"Run." he commands.