Unconquered (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 (Chloe's pov)

Alex looks at me in shock. "You're a fangirl?!"

I nod and he groans.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Fangirls try to mate with me," he replies.

"Why?" I ask, confused.

"I'm a fanboy."

My eyes widen. 'No wonder I like him so much,' I think to myself. 'I want him for only myself.'

Wait, did I seriously just think that?

Yeah, I did. I blush at that thought.

"You're blushing," Alex informs me.

"Shut up," I tell him. He smirks at me. I glare at him and he looks away. I swear I saw a hint of fear behind "his" eyes.

"So what do you fangirl about?" He asks, looking back at me.

"Well, Harry Potter and Hunger Games mostly. What about you?" I ask.

"Percy Jackson, Twilight, and all romance novels," he replies proudly.

I scrunch "my" nose up in disgust. "Ew, Twilight," I say, disgust clear in my voice. I hate Twilight with a burning passion. Sparkling vampires? Impossible. Werewolves and vampires fighting over a pathetic human girl? Pfft!

"I like it," he says, pouting a little. "Even though I wish Bella had chosen Jacob over Edward. Edward is a vampire, but he doesn't look like a vampire. Jacob is more realistic than Edward. What do you think?"

I roll "my" eyes. "My thoughts? It's stupid. Vampires don't sparkle, werewolves don't like vampires, and vice versa," I tell him.

He give me a hard look. "I have 3 werewolf friends. Just because you don't like it doesn't mean other people can't," he huffs.

"You're such a weird person," I say. He pouts, crossing "his" arms. I laugh at him. "Let's go find a way to switch back."

He sighs. "Alright."

We continue walking, lost in our own thoughts.

'What if we never switch back? Will Kat ever know? Would Alex be weirded out if I told him that I liked him? Would he even care? Would he reciprocate my feelings?' I turn to him. He looks like he's deep in thought. I open "my" mouth to ask if he has feelings for me. He glances over at me and gives me the most innocent and most adorable look ever. I snap "my" mouth closed.

"Chloe?" He asks, hesitantly.

"Yeah?" I reply, just as hesitantly.

"I need to tell you something. And you can't laugh at me about it," he says firmly.

I nod. "I would never laugh. I'm a receiver for the suicide hotline," I tell him.

He looks at me in reserved shock and awe. Alex mumbles something under his breath.

I raise an eyebrow to him. "What'd you say?" I ask.

He looks away. "Nothing," he mumbles.

I set "my" hand on "his" shoulder. "What did you wanna tell me?" I ask.

He sighs. "When I was a kid, my father beat me a lot. Every chance he could, every way possible." He takes in a shaky breath. "Mama watched and cried as she had to watch her baby be beaten by her husband. I can still hear her cries from those times, just barely heard over my screams of pain. I was constantly beat senseless. Usually he was drunk. But when I had the unfortune to have him be sober..." A small tear rolls down "his" cheek as he looks up at me. "When Chad came, we both shared the pain. I even tried to take Chad's pain, but he wouldn't let me. My back is just the beginning of the scars he gave me. If I showed you what he did to my legs..."