White Walls [[On Hold]]

Chapter Two

"You will figure it out. You are not dead yet. You are going to figure your shit out. I believe in you."

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This boy was too beautiful.

He sat across from me in the chair next to Eliza. Every once and awhile, I noticed her eyeing him with concern but also interest. A lot of interest. I knew that after everyone would leave, she would exclaim that she "might have a massive crush", and I would probably just nod my head as to say that I heard her.

I didn't talk much anymore.

James leaned back in his seat. He was sitting next to Malory on the couch with her and I like he always does. After Alex was introduced, James' eyes gave shades of worries. He was worried we would hate him for bringing someone new into our group. He was worried that we might not talk to him anymore after this. He was worried we might not like Alex.

I crossed my arms and looked down at my empty cup. The moment I had placed the cup down after completely finishing the tea, Alex had smiled at me and asked, "Is that Earl Gray? That's my favorite kind."

I nodded and gave a small smile.

He will destroy you.

Carly cleared her throat and gave an obvious fake smile. At least I knew it was fake: her teeth were clenched and her cheeks spread like a bunny. She used that fake smile all the time when she dealt with people at her work. Especially at her coworkers and bosses, and she did it around people she didn't like.

Apparently she didn't like Alex.

"So I guess we should 'introduce' ourselves since James brought...Alex." She said his name like it was poison in her mouth. Carly looked at Malory and I knew they were thinking the same fucking thing. We have to protect Evelyn. "And James doesn't have to introduce himself, because if he brought Alex, then obviously they know each other." Her dark teal eyes seemed full of anger as she glanced over to James. Just from this look, James slumped down in his seat.

I looked up to see Alex looking back at Carly. In fact, he was looking at everyone. It was obvious that he could feel the tension in the air - I could even feel it - but as he looked at all my best friends being mad at each other, he stared at them like he understood what was happening. He gave all of them a hard look.

Until he looked at me.

Alex's eyes were blue. And not the kind of blue you see on cars or sweatshirts, it was the kind of blue you see in movies and the sky. It was the kind of blue eyes that you would melt into. His eyes were soft as he starred at me; and that's when I realized that no one else has starred at me in that way before. Of course, unlike some other people who would fall for the blue, I could see darkness in the back of his eyes. To me, it was easy to tell he had a hard past. That he had a bad life. He didn't wear glasses and his eyes seemed like they were carved by an artist themselves. Just like the rest of his face, carved by an angel. All of him seemed carved by an angel or maybe even God Himself carved Alex out of rock. He had a blond scruffy beard, and his blond hair was wavy. It hung in his face and occasionally he would push it back so it didn't bother him. But the more I looked at him, the more I realized it fell down quite a lot. He was wearing a black shirt a jeans. He had some necklaces around his neck and some rings around his fingers. He was tan, but not the "supermodel" kind of tan.