The Game Without Rules

Chapter Twelve

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When I really think about it, it's been only days not even I week since I've met Alex. So how was in my room already? Maybe it's because of the state I was currently in and I want to be completely away from my disaster of a family.

As we enter my room I smile widely. It hasn't changed a bit.

My French styles white walls to the comforter on my bed. My room hasn't changed and I'm grateful for it. My fireplace lit dimly and I jump on my bed in excitement.

"This room so reflects you as a person." I manage to hear Alex say.

"Oh really and what exactly is me as a person?" I flip my body so I'm laying my stomach and rest my hands in my palms as I watch him look out the large window that over looks the garden.

I watch as he smiles to himself and he looks at me. "Light spirited and subtle." He says moving closer towards my bed. "Exquisite and yet very simple." Stopping in front of my bed he lowers to his knees. "Something about you is luring."

   I keep silent for moments at a time not knowing how to respond. His words finally set in and try brushing them away. But how can I when his face is just inches away from mine and his eyes so focused on me. His breathe soon fans my face breaking me out of my trance and I shake my head to myself.

"I told you to be careful." I manage to say but it comes out in almost a whisper.

     He smiles and doesn't say anything. However he does brush the strand of hair that's blocking a little of my eyesight. His hand lingers behind ear and soon caresses the back of my head. I'm so paralyzed from the warmth his fingers are transferring that my mind has completely lost reality.

     His eyes hold something that eye haven't seen from him since I've first met him. His eyes usually hold cockiness or anointment but right now that's completely vanished. Right now his eyes hold what almost looks like.........admiration.

No.

He can't be looking at me like that or in that way.

I can't be thinking that way.

We can only be friends.

Maybe not even that.

Pulling myself back into reality I shift my head away from his grasp and raise from the position I'm in. Sitting on my bed I cross my legs and play with my fingers as I think of away to shift the conversation.

"Thank you."

This catches Alex's attention and he's also pulling out his trace. "For what?"

He purses his lips together tightly and stands up from his position and sits at the edge of my bed.

"For apologizing to Noah. I know it seems like it wasn't worth it from the way he reacted but it is in the long run of things."

He nods running a hand through his curls. "I know."

"Hm?"

"That's why I did it." He further explains.

"Hopefully because I know he's really mad at me."