Hated, Dated, Fated

Chapter 9- Dated

-ALEXA POV-

Alexander Quentin. Here in the flesh.

Oh god I think I’m going to start hyperventilating.

Breathe girl, breathe. Caleb’s your boyfriend remember? My subconscious reminded me dryly, and I gripped Caleb’s hand tighter.

“You are so dead when we get back,” I hissed at him, then turned around to face the guy who broke me, in more ways than one.

“Alexander? What are you doing here?” I asked, forcing politeness into my voice.

“I’ve been working here for about two months. Are you the two o’ clock?” he asked, his tone changing suddenly.

“Yeah. My girlfriend and I are here to scout out some places for the Academy’s 200th anniversary. We’re the in charge for this year’s celebration,” Caleb said, pulling me ever closer.

“Girlfriend? I see you’ve done well for yourself Lexa,” he said, sending me a brilliant smile.

Strangely enough, I found myself smiling weakly back at him.

“What else would you expect? We’re kinda on a tight schedule, do you mind showing us around?” Caleb snapped back, smirking at Alexander, who flashed an equally cocky smirk back.

“This way. The ballroom’s on the third floor,” Alexander drawled, sending me a flirty wink.

We stepped into the lift, with me in between the two guys. The testosterone levels in this small, confined space was slowly killing me. Caleb was the perfect actor, pretending to be possessive and loving, all while shooting death glares at his supposed enemy, Alexander. Alex on the other hand, was completely calm, sending me winks and ‘accidentally’ brushing my hand repeatedly. The lilting lift music wasn’t helping either, with the singer happily chirping on about love.

I groaned silently, hoping this lift trip would end already.

A quiet ‘ding!’ saved my sanity, and the sparkling chrome doors opened to reveal… the ballroom of my dreams. I stood in the lift, awestruck at what I was looking at.

The ballroom was decorated with dark brown painted on the light grey walls, creating a quaint, almost cottage-like effect, but I couldn’t get over the ceiling. Huge squares of glass covered the ceiling, and lights were hung on the glass’ supporting beams.

“I take it you like it? The roof is one of a kind. It’s shatterproof and mostly fireproof, so you can launch fireworks at the end of the celebration, and nobody will have to move outside or to the frigid wind on the roof to see it,” Alexander explained easily, motioning to where we could place the fireworks.

“How many people can this room sit?” I asked, trying to stop myself from staring at the sheer perfection of this room.

“Usually it seats around 1000, and that includes a dance floor, but if you need more we have another room built exactly like this that can seat another 500.”

I looked around the huge expanse of the room. It was perfect, and I loved it, but if we did take it, it would mean I would have to deal with Alexander a lot more than I’d like.

“Could you excuse us for a minute?” Caleb asked, sensing my dilemma.

Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly but he nodded nonetheless, leaving the ballroom to ourselves.

“We don’t have to take it if you don’t want to have to deal with that douche,” Caleb said, caressing my arm comfortingly.

“Don’t be stupid Caleb, it’s perfect, and if I have to deal with the ‘douche’ as you so delicately put it, then so be it. I'm not risking this celebration just because of petty love issues,” I said firmly, looking straight into Caleb’s eyes.