Past of Destruction

Just Another Day

"Alex!" My mother called from who knows where.
I quickly got up from my bed and wiped my once crying eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie.
I sniffled one last time before turning the corner to be face to face with my mother.
"Yes mom?" I asked quietly, hoping not to say the wrong thing.
"It's mother." She scolded.
"Mother." I corrected quickly.
"Are you almost ready for school ?" She asked turning and walking away to the table flipping through her hectic pile of mail with a frown.
"Uhh," I sighed quickly looking down at my outfit.
My favorite pair of joggers, my soccer jersey, and my 5.0's. It will just have to do, I thought to myself.
"Yes Mother, is there anything I can help you with ?"
"Just get your lousy ass in the car."
And with that I pulled my backpack over my shoulder and jogged to the car.
Wow, it's so beautiful out today, I sat admiring the world around me from behind the dirty car window.
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"Bye Mom." I whispered fumbling out of the car, quickly closing the door behind me.
I stumble through the big school doors, and something caught my eye. Someone. He always does.
Xander Richard Grassi.
No he is not the most gorgeous boy in my grade. Nor is very popular. But to me he is godly.
Me and Xander have been best friends for years, 4 to be exact. And I've liked him since that first day.
He flips his hair out of his face and runs his hands through it.
He sees me and immediately smiles, walking over to me.
That's a first.
"Hey Alex."  He says giving me a shoulder hug like always.
"Hey Xander." I fake a bright smile, to not concern him.
"Did you finish our Science homework by chance?" He asks running his hands through his hair once more. Nervous Xander? Really ?
"Yes," I say pulling it out of my binder, "You know what to do."
"You've always been my favorite McGimpsy." He says brushing his hand along my back.
I know I haven't Xander, there's no need to hide it
"I know Grassi." I giggle opening my locker and throwing my Math homework in my wild locker. Grabbing out my Social Studies and L.A, Notebooks and Folders.
As we walk to our homeroom class, various people high five him and call his name.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice he keeps glancing over at me with worried eyes.
"Xander I'm fine." I smile at him.
"Are you sure? Your not acting like my little hyperactive Alex that I love."
You don't love me Xander
"We're the same height." I laugh.
He playful punches my shoulder.
"That's better, now come on, we are going to be late for first period!" He says punching me again and taking off in a jog, me right behind him.
Why can't you feel the same?
Why do you play with my emotions the way you do?
Why do you make me self harm?
"Ok Class." Mrs.Thompson's loud voice rings throughout the room.
I glance down at my desk to see a green sticky note molded like a plane lay there.
I unravel the plane and read the childish note.
Hey Alex :)
    Aren't you so excited for Social Studies !!
       - Your Dearest Xander
Idiot.
I grab my pencil and quickly scribble.
Hey Xander :p
    I mean you know how much I love it !!
    - Your Beloved Alex
I carefully fold it back to its plane shape and toss it at him.
"Excuse me?"
I turn my head slightly to the right to become face to face with Mrs.Thompson.
Oh Shit