Wrong Mate

Chapter 3 - Alexia

• Alexia •

I scrutinized the boys as they exchanged a small piece of paper, opening and jotting down a few words each and every single time they passed it back. The looks on their faces were obviously dissatisfied and whatever they were writing about was not a good topic. Haylee was clearly annoyed by their antics, scribbling fiercly on her college ruled notebook paper and peeking up at them occasionally to see when and if they were going to stop. She peered over to me and giggled as if she knew something that I hadn't. This both troubled and startled me. She signaled me closer to gossip in my ear, her voice very quiet as she spoke. I, by no means could make out what she was saying and immediately figured out that she was doing this conciously, to get their attention.

"What was that, sweetie?" The boy, Jordan spoke to me instead of Haylee, differentiated eyes bringing a shiver down my spine. His accent was thicker than caramel and each word he spoke was slow and sweet, though the look on his face was sardonic. I wouldn't be able to tell he was British, but I knew now and all I wanted for him was to keep talking. I slumped in my seat, eyeing him once over to be caught once again. "Are you deaf?"

"No," I retorted quickly and pulled my sketchbook toward me, thinking of what to say to this guy who was exactly like Haylee said; a jerk off. But a sexy jerk off. A sexy british jerk off, he was the triple threat and his eyes made it worse, one amber brown and the other a bleu de France, the color of the summer heavens at 1PM when there weren't many clouds. I could stare into them all day, the dark and light contradiction making him all the more...desirable.

"Well then," he smirked. I watched his big finger as he pointed over at Haylee, eyes still watching me as I was watching him. "What did she say?" The truth was, she didn't say anything, but if he wanted to fool around and play the bad boy game, I would be happy to play him right back.

"Well first off, she said, why the hell are you two writing notes like we're in elementary school if your phones are in your pockets because at any moment, she could just grab the paper and see what you two are arguing about. Also, she said that you have a very little dick and sad to say that your ego is bigger than it." He got a kick out of this, a wide smile on his face as he laughed. His irises became dark as he inclined forward, bringing his voice to a fading whisper so that only I could hear.

"Wanna find out?"

"Want my foot shoved up your ass?"

"I like it rough," he puckered and I bursted out into fits of giggles when we looked up to see the teacher standing before us. She had heard what we had just spoken and now the whole class was gawking at us in an uncomfortable silence.

"That's...pretty gay dude." Zack nodded his head as he said this, seeming completely grossed out by what his friend had just spoken.

"I was just-" he tried, but the teacher stopped him in his tracks.

"Shutting up? Ah, yes. I think Jordan, your trouble with the English language is getting better. You see, there are appropriate and inappropriate times to express your sexual...needs, wants and preferences. And that's fine sweetheart but we are in the middle of Shakespeare, a man of your kind, so why don't you just listen onto what good of a man he was and what he has accomplished while you sit here and think about what you have not and will not ever amount to."

She turned her back to us abruptly and made her way back to the front of the classroom. "We shall continue on this lesson in talking about Hamlet, my favorite of them all." As she began speaking, I tuned her out and pried my eyes back to Jordan who was still staring at me as if nothing the teacher said had affected him.

"Ms. Edwards," he tsked as he shook his head, "So dick deprived and lonely. For art thou could be gifted my lovely-"

"Please stop," Haylee insisted with annoyance clear in her voice.

"Geesh, harsh much?"

"You're annoying, Jordan." She replied.

"Alexia here doesn't seem to think so. Do you think I'm annoying, love?" He questioned and I found myself leering at Zack. His emerald green eyes seemed irked by something and I was assuming it was because of his best friend.

"Yes, you are annoying." He pouted at my harsh tone and looked over to the sweet and innocent, blonde haired mate of his.

"Zack?"

"Yeah, man?"

"You love me, right?" Jordan seemed to be poor of validation and he needed it from his friend.

"Of course I do." Zack told the truth and I half smiled at that, appreciating the bromance even though Jordan seemed like an asshole. He was kind to his friend.

"So, what does the note say?" I asked nonchalantly and they both became shy. Zack hesitantly ripped the paper and locked his eyes on an on looking Jordan, whatever they were talking about was a serious, primal matter. A piece of what had been ripped off drifted to the floor as a feather in the wind and Haylee grabbed it for me, since Zack was on her side. She shrugged at what she had seen and handed it over, the only word on the paper was not in English but in what was probably Greek. It said: αυτήν and I had no idea what the fuck that meant.

"So, how was school?" She questioned me, both hands on the steering wheel and blue eyes on the road ahead.

"Fine."

"Did you make any friends? Follow the rules?"

"It's not like you ever cared, really," I answered as I stared down at my drawing of eyes. She knew I didn't like her, so why was she trying to talk to me? She stopped at a red light and looked down at it too, attempting again to get close.

"Is that a new drawing?"

"Yeah," I replied dryly.

"I think it looks really nice," she forged a smile and continued at the greenlight, onward to our home. She pulled into the driveway and took a deep breath. "What will it take?"

"Nothing."

"I know you miss him. I'm sorry," she shrugged, her apology was not at all legit.

"Yeah, you are sorry. A sorry excuse for a mom. I don't know why you dragged me here. I would've been fine without you," I exited the car and left her behind, walking into the house and dropping my sketchbook at the end of the staircase. I ran up to my room and pulled off my cardigan before throwing myself on the bed and huffing in aggravation. My chest was heaving and I was angry, but when I heard my phone vibrating and seen that it was my father calling, I was immediately tranquilized and held back from punching a hole in the wall.

•A/N•

Zack on the side ~ AKA Brett Davern