Alexander (CENTURIES series: Book #1)

8

The minute – nay, the second I got home that Monday, the first thing I did was plop down on my bed in exhaustion.

What a day.

First, I had to face the sight of Alex still running his plays on random chicks, the damn jerk. Then, I had been forced to hide in a closet with said jerk and nearly gotten caught as an accomplice to his, Miles' and Jagger's stupid prank. Then of course, I had to sit through the actual prank happening and pretend I wasn't planning on murdering Alex once school was over. Poor Mr Travis had been smothered in maple syrup and duck feathers, making him look like a giant Kentucky fried chicken with glaze. He had been forced to use the locker room showers, while Alex had gotten the task of cleaning up all the mess, since it was obvious who did it. Miles and Jagger had been voted guilty too, but they got the job of cleaning out the drains in the shower from feathers once Mr Travis was done bathing.

School today had just been a complete nightmare, and to top it all off, I had now gotten my period. Yes, that really was the red cherry on top of a horrible Monday.

So as I laid in my bed and groaned in silent pain, I begun thinking thoroughly about everything me and Alex were doing.

We had been friends for ages, since the time we met eight years ago when he moved to the neighborhood. Already back then, he had been a real ragamuffin who could spell trouble before spelling his own name. I, the little ten year old I had been, had been reading Romeo and Juliet on the playground in the park and Alexander had with his photographic memory just begun acting out the book, line for line with perfect enunciation of the difficult Shakespearian language. It had been to tease me, but that was pretty much the moment we became friends, especially later when he learned I had a knack for scouting out pretty girls. Once he realized his moves didn't work on me, he became obsessed with bringing me to parties and casual dates with his friends to be his wing-woman for picking up girls. And that was the whole story of our friendship, leaving out the phase where Alex had a mental breakdown a few years ago. But I couldn't even stand to think about that.

So that brought us to now; Eight years later and now he was telling me he had been crazy for me all this time. Could I trust that to be true or was he just getting so bored of wanton chicks that he decided to go for a challenge, aka me?

My phone suddenly buzzed with a text and brought me out of my thoughts. Tiredly, I reached for it and checked it.

Dumbass:
'Is my sexy Sophie-girl home this lovely Monday?'

Three guesses who it was from. I rolled my eyes and texted a quick reply.

Me:
'She's home alright, but she's having a visit from her Auntie Floe this week, so she's not up for anything. Sry'

I waited a couple of minutes for a reply, but I never got one. I figured he got grossed out and maybe decided to hang with Miles and Jagger today. Probably for the best, too. We needed some distance.

Almost one hour later, when I was just on the brink of falling asleep, I heard rustling outside my window. Blinking myself awake, I saw my window being opened, and in climbed the dumbass himself.

"What the fuck, Alex?" I exclaimed when he smirked at me and brushed a couple of leaves out of his hair. "Did you just climb up the tree outside and in through my window? What was wrong with the front door?"