Alexandra's Pov.
"So where do you leave?" The boy from the library asks as he starts driving.
"Just keep going straight."
He nods.
After a long awkward silence, he speaks.
"So, are you going to tell me the story?" He asks without looking at me.
"What story?"
"The one that ends with you here." He looks at me.
"No. I just want to forget this night ever happened." I honestly say.
"Why?" He curiously asks.
"Because I-" I stop myself.
Ugh, Why when you're drunk you always want to tell the truth?
"Nothing."
"Uhu." He smirks.
"Why are you so annoying?" I frustratedly ask.
"I ask myself the same thing but you don't see me complaining." He says with that stupid smirk.
I roll my eyes.
"Can I ask you something?" I say looking at him.
He nods.
"Why do you have a mini library on a library? Why are you always on the library? Why are you always alone? What's your name?" Drunk Alexandra asks.
I'm not drinking again. Ever.
"Wow easy there tiger. That's more than one question."
"Sorry." I don't even know why I'm apologizing for.
"Let's make a deal." He says and I raise an eyebrow. "If you tell me the story, I'll answer one of your questions."
"But that's not fair." I pout.
"It's fair for me."
I sigh.
"So is that a yes?"
I look at the window, seeing the unfamiliar houses, ready to answer him but then it hit me.
"Wait. Where are we?"
"I don't know you tell me. You told me to keep going straight." He pauses the car.
"I think we already passed my house." I say still looking at the houses.
"Then why didn't you tell me?" He angrily says turning the car around.
"Sorry. But you where distracting me."
"Oh I was?" He looks at me smirking.
"Shut up, that's not why I meant." I annoyingly say.
"Sure."
I roll my eyes and focus on the houses.
"That's my house." I say pointing at it.
"Which one?" He asks looking at my direction.
"The white one." I answer.
"There all are white."
Right.
"The one that has the red car outside." I say point at my house again.
He sees the car and pulls over.
"Well umm Thanks." I say and open the door.
"You sure this is your house?" He asks stopping me.
I look at him. "Yeah why wouldn't I be?"
"Because you're drunk." He simply answers.
Not this again.
"I'm drunk, not stupid." I angrily shouts.
"You sure about that?"
"You know what? Fuck you!" I shout and get out of his car, slamming the door.
I angrily walk towards my front door but forgot that I didn't bring a key.
I groan.
I nock the door and in two seconds is open.
My dad stands there. With a worried and pissed face.
I instantly look away. Ashamed that he's seeing me like this.
"Where have you been?!" He yells. "I called you like a million times!"
"I'm sorry." Is all I can say.
He studies me for a second "you're drunk, aren't you?" He asks disappointed.
I stay silent.
"You were doing so good." He says shaking his head. "Why?"
I ignore him and walk past him.
"Alexandra." He warns.
I turn to look at him. "Yes dad I'm drunk." I pause "and I don't need you to lecture me because I already know I did wrong. " I pause again "believe me I feel like shit, I feel like shit for letting you down. And most importantly, for letting myself down." I tear falls down "I'm so sorry dad." Another tear falls down "But I promise you I won't do it again." And with that I run upstairs to my room and lay on my bed. Letting all the tears fall.
YOU ARE READING
The Boy From The Library
Novela Juvenil"Why do you act like that?" I ask him looking in the eyes. "Like what!?" He snaps. "Like you're afraid to show people how you truly are."
