Ask For Alexis

7. The crush that crashed me into the craziness of it all

ALEX'S POV

There's nothing quite as looking down at your phone and expecting it to ring in alert of a message, a call, anything that keeps you on the edge of your seat.

There was nothing further to say, my heart betrayed me as words that were meant to remain a delicate secret to which only I could decode have been shattered and diffused in the tiny box we called a janitor's room. I had no regrets, Collin was sincere, and he's my closest friend save Bree.

First of all, stop calling him your friend. Second, you never know how quickly people can change their minds.

I blinked yet my eyes held shut a moment longer, pushing away convincing thoughts that I couldn't fight back with logic, only hope.

A shred of whatever it was we both felt in the janitor's room that day.

So why isn't my phone buzzing?

My mind rapidly scanned through every memory of the past months I've known Collin, looking for a peculiar piece of evidence that could be my ticket into something real with him.

But I couldn't find it.

Collin is still with Alexis Mead. She still comes over to his house, but spends fairly less time there now. I don't know why, and sometimes it's too overbearing to care. I know he's in a relationship and that people are genuinely nice and that it's surprising to a girl like me.

If you haven't noticed...you're not that special.

Exasperated with my mind wars, I exhaled a sigh that could offend the happiest kid who got his hands on a rainbow colored Popsicle in the middle of summer.

From: Collin

To: Alexis

Still awake?

Oh my god. How do I answer? He's usually so talkative in person, am I supposed to be curt as well?

From: Alexis

To: Collin

Still stalking my bedroom lighting?

From: Collin

To: Alexis

Always. Window?

From: Alexis

To: Collin

If you're into that sort of thing.

Window, door, ceiling...anything and I'm yours.

I attempt to appear presentable which included wearing my contacts and a baggy jacket over a black tank top.

Raising the wooden windowpane, I look out at Collin; he seems a little chilly in the cold winter breeze and we can see each other clearly due to a less than ample space between us.

"So I was wondering..." he calls out.

"Yeah?" I reply with a beaming smile.

"What do you think of my relationship with Alexis?" his tone is casual but careful.

It was like I was an outsider and he asked someone about his relationship with me. For a moment everything was perfect because there was no one else to worry about, there was the right Alexis coming over, but I absolutely was not her.

"Honestly?" I tease him. "No, lie to me."

Giggling I quietly yell, "In high school it's not that easy to have a healthy relationship with someone you're into. You guys prove everyone wrong. The prom queen and football jock cliché is invalid in Felton."