Fate always had the power to screw you over.
And Alexandra always thought that she had everything she could ask for: a caring family, a best friend and an attentive boyfriend. That is until she discovered the latter two alone in a car together.
Sin...
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I hovered between two cars, crouching low and peering cautiously over one of their hoods. Sweat made a thin, cold trail down my spine; the sun was merciless today, beating the earth with its rays straight overhead. I swiped at my head with one of my long sleeves, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot before pulling up my jeans and folding over the edges at my ankle. Seriously? Was this girl, what, six feet tall?
As I waited, I saw my weirdly desperate stalker come into view. He trotted through the gate before it could close, nearly being squeezed in the process. I ground my teeth together. What an idiot! Did he really think I wanted him back after that night at the dance? Was he that keen on knowing what I thought about him now?
I watched as he came to a stop and whipped his head around searchingly, and I looked more closely. Upon recalling my memories and anger, I hadn't taken the chance to study his state.
Bruise-like bags hung thickly under his glazed over eyes, his face pale, and tension coiling inside his shoulders. His appearance looked rumpled with his dirty skinny jeans and wrinkled shirt.
I tightened my hands into fists, a feeling of questionable guilt residing in my heart. I wrinkled my nose, unable to discern the cross of sympathy and annoyance I was feeling for him. This couldn't be about me, could it? Was Natasha actually telling the truth, even if it was probably the largest understatement her shallow personality could muster?
His shoulders slumped in defeat, his eyes capturing an emotion that was unmistakably sadness. I didn't want to breathe, in case he could hear me, though he was twenty feet away. I waited for him to leave, but he just stood there, looking down at his shoes and muttering under his breath. I swore I saw my name form on his lips...
"He still feels your presence." I yelped and fell back on my butt with an oomph! A strong hand grasped my arm and I felt warm breath on my ear. "And now he just heard you."
My first conclusion, intertwined with panic, was that it was Scott speaking to me. The deep voice sounded a lot like Scott's, but after a moment or two I discerned a more accented rumble that was unidentifiable.
A stranger!
I stumbled to my feet, trying to move away from him as quickly as possible, and scraped my hands on the tarmac in the process. Adrenaline pounded in my bloodstream, and I realised too late my mistake.
The stranger was still crouching next to the spot I'd been hiding, blinking lazily up at me as I instantly ducked back behind the innocent façade of the car. It didn't matter, I could hear Josh calling my name excitedly and his slightly unbalanced, yet rapid footsteps approaching my refuge. Great! I thought bitterly.
