Okay, so here it is. Finally! Yeah, I did have it typed yesterday, but the internet decided to hate me. And since I am no computer genius, I could literally do nothing about it. Seriously, all I know how to do is turn the thing on and watch movies, oh and visit Wattpad, of course lol.
This chapter does seem a little disjointed (I don't know. What do you think?) but I wanted to put it up anyway, because this story seems popular and I really wanted to show off Alec and his funny side to the world. So, here he is. Enjoy ladies hehe :)
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After we had finished eating, Alec drove me home on his motorbike. He made a fuss about me wearing his helmet, which irritated me. Man, he really knew how to get under my skin. And, he kept calling me Red. Even when I told him not to!
He dropped me off around the corner from my home. I didn't want my aunt to see him. Or me, for that matter. I had said I was staying over at Melissa's house for the night. But luckily, neither my aunt or uncle were home when I let myself in.
It was a Saturday morning, so they were probably out socialising with friends or clients. My uncle, Simon Walker, was a lawyer in a reputable firm in town and my aunt, Suze, was a estate agent. She was all about 'show homes', which was obvious from the way she kept her home. Not that you could call it a home. It was far too sterile, not at all lived in. I liked clutter and a bit of a homely mess. But no, god forbid should the coffee table not be in exactly the right spot Suze had spent hours putting it in. I sometimes would move it ever so slightly, just to get her goat. Mean, I know, since the woman looked like she would die of high blood pressure any day now, but she deserved it.
I went straight to my room and gathered some jeans and a t-shirt. I then went and took a quick but thorough shower. I thought about all the things Alec and I had agreed on. Firstly, we wouldn't tell our families. I couldn't speak for Alec, but I knew my aunt would actually keel over with shock and shame, whilst my uncle would probably scream until his face was blue. And then of course, they would look at each other and say, 'Just like her Mother. What did we expect?' Yep, they wouldn't be happy. But then again, they were never pleased with anything I did.
We also agreed not to tell anyone. That meant friends. Again, I couldn't speak for Alec, but my friends would definitely let slip about this to everyone in school. I didn't even know why I referred to them as 'friends' if I knew they would do this. In a way, they were like my aunt and uncle, all about appearances and social status.
I didn't really know the law about marriage and divorce. I mean, why should I? I was only 17 and I never planned for this happen. So, I would have to look it up. One thing I knew had to happen, was for Alec and I to become unmarried. However one went about doing that.
I went back to my bedroom and saw that I had received a few texts on my cellphone. One was from Melissa, asking if I got back okay. I'm guessing that my night on the town was only witnessed by Alec. This didn't surprise me. It was one of the reasons I didn't like going to parties anyway. The people you usually go with, ended up ditching you, either to get laid or to get hit on, which could result in getting laid. I always ended up alone, not really drinking. And after last night, that seemed like a good idea.
The other text was from Justin, a popular guy, who was generally nice, if a little dull to be honest. Melissa must have given him my number, which again, although pissed me off, didn't surprise me. He must have some sort of thing for me and so, since Melissa is all about spreading the love, as well as other sexually transmitted diseases, gave him my number, in the hopes that I might actually want to 'date' him. No offense to Justin, but he wasn't my type. Although, I wasn't really sure what, or who, my type was, but he definitely was not it.

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