princess : alex standall

part eight

PRINCESS
part eight

a/n shoot me i dont update
let's dedicate to shshhsbabsvz

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    crashing at alex's without his dad finding out was surprisingly easy, to say the least. he just snuck food up to his room that we graciously accepted. i don't know where we'd be if alex didn't let us in.

but all -kind of- good things must come to end. finally the weekend well... ended and we were at what i'd like to call a ticking time bomb; liberty high.

       currently, i was sitting in the hallway during fifth period watching alex rip down some 'suicide prevention' posters. you could say we've grown relatively close in the past day or two.

      everything was fine and dandy until clay decided to strut out of mr castors history class and right into our business.

{me not remembering the scene and making it up lmao}

      "hey, hey stop it! what are you doing?" clay frantically whispered when he spotted alex's doings.

       "i'm doing everyone a favor and taking these stupid signs down! suicide isn't an option? well clearly it is, because a girl died! all because people were assholes. why don't we put up a poster that says, hey don't be a fucking dick?"

        "alex, come on, calm down. it's alright." i chimed in, suddenly standing up. i understood where the kid was coming from but all this yelling would draw attention to us.

      "i'm just sick of this fucking schools lies!" alex resorted, more an angry whisper.

       "look, alright, i'm sorry. i'm calm now." alex finished.

        alex shoved the last piece of purple poser paper into the trash. he then proceed to walk to the corner of the staircase, throwing a hand through his brightly colored hair. clay followed attentively and i just shifted my body weight from a few feet away.

       i really didn't care much to bud into others lives so i just steered clear and watched from the side. interesting how things change.

      "hey alex, clay, maddie, what are you guys doing here?" a voice asked from the top of the stair case. i looked up to see the one and only tyler, a camera secured around his neck. god, him and that thing were like a cringy high school couple.

       "we're recruiting clay for the illuminati, you wanna join?"

       "you know, you really shouldn't joke about that kind of stuff."

         "it's not a joke, simply the truth. right clay?" i added to this 'intriguing' conversation.

          "yeah totally- uh hey.." clay was cut off by none other than mr porter coming from the other side of the hallway.

       "hey, where are you guys supposed to be?" he deadpanned. wow, my week has been so amazing to far.

        before i could come up with a decent excuse, alex added sarcasm to the mix, "i mean i don't know, that's like- existential."

         "i've been looking to see you anyway mr standall. you too miss foley, and i suppose you could come along clay." wow this is by far my favorite part of today; being hunted down by the useless guidance counselor.

       maybe this is why i get along so well with alex, we share the same viewpoint on a lot of things. instead of suffering this lecture with us, clay just made up some lie about needing to be in the library. sneaky bitch.

        i let out a deep sigh and just followed alex and mr porter. as i was walking behind them i studied the back of alex's head out of pure boredom with this whole situation. he seemed to notice and looked back at me. i then an important thought came to mind-

"i really think my life is hell right now, but if i didn't have alex standall, there'd be no life to live."

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fuck me omg i haven't updated in like 3 weeks. like i said tho, busy. like i had a soccer game today, a chorus concert on thursday etc. however, i did start watching riverdale and that's like my shit rn.

anyway, boring chapter but some action shall happen in the next one 😏

-kyla

5/20/17

edited 5/20/18
^took me a year to edit this chapter