Ask For Alexis

2. They don't make them like they used to, hulk-like and scary, do they?

ALEX'S POV

Classes continue consecutively till five o'clock with the blessing of being in full focus since Collin is not in them.

Yes. Now the Coffee Club.

Walking past the garden and towards the gate, I glance at but our very own Alexis Mead sitting on a picnic table while her cronies and admirers sit around her as though she were an Egyptian Queen. I hear a whistle, a chuckle, and hurriedly shuffle my feet to avoid contact.

It's been a long day, can't we let it go for the love of pies? Ugh.

Instead, a tall boy with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes shows up in front of me. "Hey," I stop dead in my tracks and slowly lift my gaze to look at him.

Wow. They don't make them like they used to, hulk-like and scary, do they?

"Hello." I try to smile, yet fail entirely due to sheer shock. "I'm Jack." "It's nice to meet you, Jack." He smiles a crooked smile and I wonder if he really did want to get to know me. 

"You're Alexis, right" I flush and nod. He looks over my shoulder and continues, "So, I have an offer of a lifetime," he smirks. "Oh, really? What is it?" I ask, curiously. 

"As the new manager of the Charles Building, here is a coupon to sign up for a gym membership today." He says, painfully trying to control his laughter. "Don't worry, the equipment aren't old, they would hold someone your size," he continues as he's handing the coupon to me.

What?

What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?

"But there is no Charles Building," I continue saying.

Oh jeez, Alex. Don't give him the satisfaction of conversation. Get out. Get out! Be invisible!

But there's no getting out mid-innuendo.

Jack throws his head back in laughter as the entire garden erupts in laughter and he shouts above the noise, "Well, maybe you should start looking for it, cupcake," he sneers as he leans back and jumps over the rosebushes to get back to Alexis. She's laughing along with the rest of them. Tears burn my eyes but I refuse to cry in front of these maggots.

Just get out. You can do it. Just get off these evil grounds.

I see Sabrina, Bree waving animatedly out to me but I dash right past her. She swings her gothic black backpack off the floor and over her shoulder, scurries over to me and puts an arm around my shoulder. My mouth wriggles as it tries to remain a straight line but water is pumping out of my eyes like a waterfall. "What happened, Alex?" I squirm as my throat tries to form the words I so desperately despise. "Idiots with a vicious sense of humor. The usual."

Bree was never one to say, "I'm sorry." We've both been going through this for a while. "I've got the latest book to the Mortal Instruments series. You can totally start reading it before I do," she says in a very diplomatic manner. I sniff and chuckle, "So maybe I should get humiliated more often, this way I'd have your entire book collection." 

"Lancaster, ladies and gents, she's indestructible. Even after enduring assholes and Geometry all in one day." We both laugh and brush it off. 

Sabrina always used to tell me about how I shouldn't let things get out of control, that they're people too with pumping blood, veins, and hearts and that they're nothing to be afraid of. But, I just couldn't. On days where I'm not seen, invisibility is my social status of choice.