T H E I R S T O R Y
*This is dedicated to BrightSmilz because I've been a lousy editor*
CHAPTER 2 - A Secret for a Secret?
Out of all the other classes Alecia could be in, Alex sighed, she has to be in my English class. He stifled a groan and buried his face into his arms.
“Mr Collins!” A raspy voice, yet posh voice rang out. Alex looked up and met the menacing brown eyes of Ms Philips. She hated him, well more pacifically his father, for choosing his mother over her in high school. Yes she was well known to carry grudges too.
“…Haemoglobin.” Alex blinked
“Sorry?” The teacher smirked across the room at him.
“Spell it.” She challenged. Alex thought about protesting, really. He was seriously considering it. Why was she doing this? He asked himself, she knew about his…condition.
“Alexander.” She pressed firmly. He sighed and stood up, reluctantly making his way over to the whiteboard. She handed him an erasable black whiteboard marker and stepped back. Alex sent her a glare before scrawling the word on the boards white surface. He slowly turned to Ms Philips an expecting look. She just shrugged it off and glanced over at the whiteboard. A slow, mean grin stretched its self across her lips.
“It’s wrong, Collins.” She finished on a snarl. He cringed inwardly and shook his head.
“No it’s not. I’m sure of it.” Alexander said determinedly. The teacher wasn’t listening though. She was turned away from him, writing something under the single word he’d scribbled on to the board.
“This, Alexander, is how you spell it.” She announced, still facing the whiteboard. Alex frowned and walked over so he could see what she had written. Beneath his messily formed letters in loopy yet clear hand was ‘Haemoglobin’ spelt correctly. Alex sighed, it was his fault. Spelling had always been hard for him and now his teacher was using it against him? Great.
Without a word to her, he turned and walked back to his desk ignoring the snickers coming from his so-called class mates. After what seemed like hours later, he collapsed into his desk; his eyes flickering to Alecia for just a second. She met his gaze with her piecing blue one, watching him intently; there was no trace of a smirk or snicker on her face only a small crease right between her eyebrows. Alex frowned and broke the stare, fiddling with the edge of his scratched desk.
“Ah, Ms Philips?” Alecia soft voice seemed to silence the class. Alex turned toward her.
“Does, erm, Alex?” The teacher raised her brows in inquiry “Ah need a tutor?” She cast him a nervous glance. “I know I haven’t, um, been here very long but…”
Alex felt a cold feeling in his stomach. No. It was bad enough that she was in this class, hell it was bad when he couldn’t even spell freaking ‘haemoglobin’ now she was offering to tutor him? No, no, no!
“Alex?”
Alecia was standing over his desk, a small smile adoring her lips.
“Huh?” Was his oh-so-genius reply; her grin stretched into a smile.
“I can tutor you” She explained. Alex forced a smile.
“Great” He replied in what he hoped was a happy tone. She nodded then turned to the desk next to him. His friend Mike sat there, confused as to why she was looking at him.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” She asked, sending him a brilliant smile. Mike nodded vigorously and scrambled up, heaving his bag over to her desk.
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Their Story
RomansaAlexander Collins has always known that everything has a story. But when he meets a beautiful blue eyed girl, with a mysterious past. Will he find there's more to her story than she's been letting on?
