He Loves Me Not *Under Editing*

Not 'It'

Dinner with the family was uneventful.  I asked mom if Alex could stay the night.  She agreed, but only because she trusted me.  I understood why she was wary of people now, but she knew Alex wasn't going to hurt me.  We went back to my room and he asked me what he was going to do about clothes and pajamas.  I went to my dad and asked him if Alex could borrow some stuff.  He handed me a pair of sweats and a holey t-shirt for tonight.  He handed me a cool vintage shirt I would definitely be stealing after tomorrow, that he could wear over his jeans.

I went back into my room and threw the clothes at my boyfriend.  He caught them and went into the bathroom to change.  He came back in a minute later.  I was standing in my bra.  I threw my shirt up to cover my chest and he froze.  He smuckled and left the room.  I quickly finished dressing and threw open my door again. He strolled in and looked me over.  "I liked the half-dressed look better."

"Too bad."

"I'll just stay in the room next time then."  I threw my bra at him and he pretended to sign it and hand it back to me.  I laid down in bed and started typing.  He laid down next to me and read over my shoulder.  After I was done typing what I wanted to say, he grabbed my phone and tagged himself.  I tried to grab my phone back but he had other ideas.  He held me back with one arm as he did something on my phone.  I kept trying to get around him to no avail.  

After a minute, he handed the device back to me.  I tried to get into my phone to see what he did, but it was locked.  I entered my password.  Incorrect.  I tried again, thinking that I didn't spell it right. Incorrect.  "What is it Alex?"

"Hmmm, I don't know."

"Liar, what is it."

"It may be your Instagram name, or it may be the opposite of what it used to be."  I typed in my Instagram name first.  No luck.  I typed in Alexlovesme.  Bingo.  I peered up at him through my eyelashes.  "Or does he."

"I most definitely do."

"Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah."

"Prove it."  I could feel the tension in the room multiply.  He grabbed me and threw me to the bed like I was nothing.  I giggled as he stood over me.  He adjusted himself so that I was under his body.  He rested his elbows on my mattress and twirled my hair through his fingers.  I grabbed his face in my hands and he turned his lips to kiss my palm.  He smiled against my hand.  I turned his head to face me again.  "You still haven't proved it yet."

He leaned down and kissed my jaw.  He moved his way down my skull until he got to my neck.  I slid my arms down his face to his shoulders.  He nibbled on my ear lobe then kissed my collarbone.  I arched my back against him.  He pulled away.  "Why did you stop?"

"Many reasons."  He rolled off of me and sighed.  "Care to elaborate my greek overlord?"

"Nope."  I growled and he put his arm under my head.  I turned out the lights and curled into his body.

It was three when I woke up sweating.  I nudged Alex.  "I'm hot."

His voice was husky from sleep.  "Tell me something I don't know love."

"No seriously, I am melting."

"So take it off."

"That is not an option."

"What? You don't own a sports bra?"

"Good idea."  I jumped up and rummaged through my drawers until I found my short yoga shorts and a black sports bra.  I changed quickly.  I went to go lay back down and found that he had taken his shirt off too.  I felt his muscles and found that he was drenched in sweat too.  I got back up and opened my window.

I went back to bed and sat on the edge fanning myself.  He hooked his arms around me and pulled me into him so we were in a spooning position.  We knew we had to be up in three hours, but as teenagers, if we didn't get three hours, it was like we rose from the fiery depths of hell.

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We both jumped at the sound of my alarm.  What does the fox say at six in the morning is so annoying that you can't help but wake up.  We got dressed in separate rooms.  I went to the kitchen first to see Chyna at the table.  "Where's Cam?"

"He is sick so he's staying home today."

"Oka-"  We both heard a thud and I run into my room.  He isn't there so I dart into my tiny bathroom.  I can only open the door halfway before it hits his foot.  I slide between the panel of wood and the wall.  He hit his head on the toilet and is bleeding.  I scream and Chyna calls my mom.  She fights through the door and kneels beside him.  Since she is a doctor I sit on the edge of the tub and watch her to her magic.  She gets cold water and pours it on the wound to see how big it is.  

Luckily, it is small and doesn't need stitches.  She fills the water glass again and throws it over his whole face.  He jumps up and smacks her on accident.  She flies backward and he curses.  I pull him up and move over to her.  She only has a slight bruise on her cheek.  "Crap, Mrs. Thompson, I am so sorry!"

"It's fine Alex, I got you to wake up.  How did you pass out anyways?"

"It's a medical condition."

"Ah.  Do you know what it is?"

"Yes."

"Care to enlighten me?"

"Not right now."  He glances at me and I raise my eyebrow.  My mom nods her head and exits the bathroom.  I help him up and we go to the kitchen.  My mom is holding frozen peas to her face.  Alex apologizes again and we leave the house.  I start looking up illnesses with the side effect of fainting as we are in Alex's car.  Chyna is riding by herself to school.  The only thing that comes through the search engine is pancreas cancer and syncopate.  I rule out cancer but keep syncopate in the back of my mind.

We get to school and head inside.  English and math pass without anything eventful happening, but Spanish is another story.  We make it into class and see that Laurie's french class is also there.  Alex and I take our seats as Madam Pinkerton and Senor Jorge stand at the front of the class.  

"You are probably wondering why we have Pinkerton's class here.  It is because we are doing a joint class project.  You are going to research three different countries.  One must speak Spanish and the other must speak French.  The third one doesn't matter, but it will be picked out for you, as will your partners.  The Spanish students will be involved in researching the French country and the French student has to research the Spanish country."  He stops and Pinkerton calls out the pairs.  Alex gets Chyna and I curse under my breath, Cam isn't in this period so I have no other friends.  "Laurie and Cydney."  My pencil and jaw drop at the same time.  Alex freaks out and Chyna covers her mouth.  Laurie breaks her pencil and the rest of the students go still.