Bxtchhood Vs Fxckboys

Chapter 7:{Alec P.O.V}

CHAPTER SEVEN :
(ALEC P.O.V)

The girl standing in front of me. The girl holding a bag full of my briefs. The girl that cursed at me. The girl that burnt my things. The girl's pale blond hair flowed and was carried by the wind, streaks of hair falling down her angular cheekbones framing her delicate face. The girl's luminous turquoise colored eyes shone in the dark. The girl is beautiful. Beautiful is the girl.

She stood there starring back at me while I tried to calm my heart. It was palpitating so hard I thought for a while that it might burst and all the things I wanted to say to her would flow out. She was the girl that constantly gave me an adrenaline rush like I ate too much Godiva. She was thick and aromatic like cooked chocolate paste. She made my life so much more colorful, interesting and filled with zest within the numbered days of three weeks.

I stopped everything I used to do before she entered my life. Sex and make out sessions, with practically every girl in the school. Yeah, I'm a manwhore. And yet some girls don't mind. I mean almost every guy in high school ain't virgins. If your crush or boyfriend is one, stay a way from him. I never really dated for real. I don't find the need to, really. I just sleep with girls and then proceed to the next. Of course us gentlemen abide some of the rules of hooking up with no strings attached.

Rule 1: No virgins ( they've very clingy after sex. And they are the off limits property. So no.)

Rule 2: No phone numbers are to be exchanged.  (Many girls stuffed me their numbers written on papers or on my palms but,I do not reciprocate. Its an one night stand not an engagement.)

Rule 3: No feelings attached.( Never happened to me before. Girls like me or even love me but I just ignore.)

Those are the three golden rules that every gentleman who loves sex should not break. You guys must be wondering why I said "never happened to me before". Well, that's because I never liked anyone especially much, much less a girl.  I'd hooked up with girls, sure. But I have never cared about those girls. I never even had a crush on a girl before. It was like I was always half-awake where other people were concerned. My mother even went so far to think that I was gay. Which I am not. I never really felt strong emotions or feelings towards anyone. I have always been what the girls refer me to 'the mysterious brooding hunk.' But that wasn't me. I am just myself, I couldn't love, couldn't even like. I gave a small part of myself to my parents and a tiny part to the friends I had, but other than that no one. I don't think there is anyone or anything in this world that own me fully. I was like a bird flying to no where. All freedom, but no home.

That was what I thought before I met her. Margo. She was nothing like the other girls that wore short bustier tops and mini skirts. Yes, those girls are just wearing what they want to wear but, they should at least respect themselves by not displaying so much of their body in public. Margo was nothing like that at all, she covers most of her body and yet managed to look beautiful. She has minimal makeup on and yet her face looks flawless. But those were not what made me felt that she was special. It was the fact that she loves to read. I know that because when I was snooping in her house to steal her bra, I stumbled upon her huge collection of books and I saw that most of the books had their pages folded at the edges and there were traces if markers circling quotes from the books. I also liked her because when I stare into her eyes I could see the sadness and sorrow locked so deep in her heart, trapped in it's prison in her mind. I also liked her for the way she smile, her smiles are dazzling and they shot straight into my heart. Finally, I love the real her.

The way she would never back down in a fight. The way she is a strong feminist. The way she is not afraid to portray the real her. The way she broke into my house and burnt my things. The way she was so hypnotic with a full black outfit, no makeup on, her eyes shine like there's something burning bright behind them and the way her golden hair flowed and danced with the wind. She looked like a fallen angel.

The second I laid my eyes on her, I knew I was going to get hurt one way or another. She was the poison apple Eve ate despite the warnings from God. She was the apple. I was Eve.

But I didn't care.

I took the bite.