The Twisted Tale of Alexandra Hale

Chapter 2: The pursuit

Hey Lovelies i'm getting up to date on my stories so here's part two to "The Twisted Tale Of Alexandra Hale"  John in the sidebar....and DAYYUMMM HE SEXY

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 Chapter recap:

Alexandra's best guy friend just surprised and her and they were just having a moment.

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He released his grip and I stood up. He towered over me at 6'0 and I was 5'4. We exchanged a quick glance and we both started cracking up. Mr.Stiles turned to look at us.

"Would you like to tell the class what's so funny Alexandra?" I immediately stopped laughing and gave a smart remark. This dumb ass teacher knows that I like being called Alex so I called him by his first name .

"No Brandon I would not like to tell the fucking class what's so funny." Sierra leaned  over to tell me to calm down.

Let me just say that Sierra knows me way too well because Mr.Stiles is a fucking asshole and just gets on my last nerves. Then Mr.Stiles sent me to go take a walk and for John to come with me. He wrote each of us a pass and we walked out the classroom. We walked silently because John knew that when i'm pissed off, nobody should talk to me. 

After I cooled off a bit, I sat down and john just sat next to me staring. Soon we had a staring contest. His eyes were such a light blue color with specks of dark blue. Wait am I supposed to like him?Ugh i'm fighting with my thought aga-

"Hey Alex, you good?" The sound of his deep voice broke me out of my trance. I turned to look at him.

"Yeah i'm good, it's just that fucking teacher gets on my last fucking nerves."I said anger still bubbling inside of me. I really hate Mr.fucking Stiles.

"Hey calm down ok." He said. I thought for a second.

"Okay fine but i'm going for a ride, wanna come?" I said. John has been on my bike couple of times. I mean I am the bad girl of the school, so guys are always all over me...ugh I hate them they're such assholes. But I have to admit, I love messing with them.

"Okay but-" 

"Hey if you come with me, we gonna be out of school for a few hours, not like they care anyway."

"Fine." He said. We walked into the classroom and Mr. Stiles asked where we were going, not like he cared so I just ignored him and grabbed John's and my bag. I stomped out. Flipping him the finger when he called me Alexandra again. I walked out and John was waiting for me by the door he took his bag.

"Hey you want me to carry that for you?" He asked looking at me with curious eyes. 

"Nah i'm good." I said as I put on my leather jacket and then I slung the bag over my shoulder. See the only problem with John is that he's kind of a good boy which....I don't know makes him different from other guys. I've only ever heard him curse once and it was just Hell and he only got in a fight once only because one of those fucking douche bags touched his girlfriend in a very inappropriate way. As we walked out the school, a guy was walking towards me. He walked pass me and did a little catcall. Fuck do I hate those I turned around .

"Hey fucker, what you whistling at?" I said getting pretty fucking pissed off.

"You babe, your ass is really sexy." My eyebrows rose when he said that. I recognized his voice immediately. 

This is the guy that ruined my life. 

This is the guy that sold drugs to my sister and got her arrested.

I flung myself at him clawing at his eyes and face ruining his 'perfect' face. John pulled me back before I could do any real damage.

"You're going to regret that Hale." When he said my last name I cringed. I turned and grabbed John's arm as fast as I could before he could ask any questions or try to stand up for me.

"Let's go."I said through clenched teeth.

John  just followed. I jumped on my bike and put my helmet on, john put on his helmet and got on wrapping his arms around my waist. 

"What was that about?" John said curiously. I clenched my jaw even harder.

"We'll talk about it when we get to my house." I said breathing heavily from the anger building up in my gut. I started the motorcycle and drove off. Soon after I realized that I was being followed.

"Shit!" I said under my breath. I sped up the bike and drove the other way. The black van was still following me. I got to a familiar warehouse where I stay when i'm too pissed off or drunk to go home and dove up the road. I parked my bike in the garage. I got off and hopped into my black getaway car.

"I'm sorry about this but get in the car now." I said opening the passenger side door for John to get in.

"What's going on Alex?" John asked confused. 

"Not really a good time for questions okay" I said as I opened the garage door. I drove off heading to the highway. I was gripping the steering wheel so tight I could barely feel my fingers. I looked in the mirror and I saw the black van again. 

"Fuck come on baby." I said to my car urging it to go faster. We were so close to the house that I use to hide in at moments like this.

"Is everything okay?" John asked, Shit I forgot he was in the car.

"Yeah we're just kind of being chased" I said as nonchalantly as I could. I looked in front of me and saw the black van, wait how the fuck did it get in front of me. Then it happened, the gunshot.