Better Off Alone✔

€hapter 5:

~Paris~

   Light pierced straight through my eyes when I awoke, like bullets puncturing a deer.

 
  I rubbed my head, sitting up and feeling the soft sheets that lie beneath me.

  Where am I?

   "Mornin' Beautiful!" A voice says, walking in through the door, "Hope you don't mind, I made you breakfeast." Nameless says carrying a tray.

  "What right do you have to bring me to your place?" I say with a sharp sting in my voice.

  His face fell in disappointment.

  "None, I just figured I'd be a good friend and bring you out of the freezing weather."

  "Maybe I wanted to freeze to death, did you ever think of that?"

  Biting his lip, He flipped his black hair out of his face.

  Cute.

  "I'm sorry,  I'm just not used to having people care about me. I haven't catched your name." I say, trying to lighten up the situation.

  "Alexander, but call me Alex." He replied, his silver eyes locking with my dull blue ones.

  I looked away and pulled my sleeves over my hands.

  Screw butterflies, This guy makes elephants do Olympics in my stomach.

   "Anyways, I made waffles your favorite!" He says setting the tray on my lap.

  "How did you know?"

  "Well, it's kind of obvious when your hoodie says ' Why have friends when you can have waffles' " he chuckles at my stupidness.

  Blood rises to my cheeks and I shake off the feeling as I look down at my plate.

  There were two waffles, with extra syrup, and a soda on the side.

  That's a lot of calories, I thought to myself as I lifted up my fork.

  I took one small bite and forcefully gulped it down, smiling to let him know I liked it.

  "You don't have to eat it Paris, I understand. I'm constantly watching my calories too." He says truthfully.

  I give him a genuine smile, thanking Chewbacca I didn't have to eat it.

   "I really need to get back, my dad is probably worried." I lied.

  Like my dad even cares.

   "Oh okay," he replied with a frown, "I'm sure you don't want to go back in blood stained clothes. Here!"

  He handed me some black track-suit bottoms and a black shirt that said, 'Join the dark side, we have cookies' 

   "No it's fine." I reassured him.

  He sat them on my lap and left the room.

  Sighing, I got up and slipped them on, putting my blood-stained clothes in my bookbag.

   When I walked out, I didn't see Alex anywhere, so I left without saying goodbye.

  Rude, I know, but you really don't get how socially awkward I am.

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   After finally finding my way home, I crept silently into my house, when my aunt stopped me dead in my tracks.

  "Young lady where have you been? You never came home last night and you had me worried sick!" She says clearly irritated.

   I just shrugged awkwardly and bit my lip, shoving my way past her and into my room.

  I didn't really feel like dealing with her at this moment.

  All I wanted to think about was Alex. He was so, so, so perfect. The way his charcoal hair fell In front of his pale face, the way he bit his lip and pulled his hoodie sleeves over his hands. Those eyes, oh my. His beautiful, heart-warming grey eyes, I get lost within them.

   Is it bad that I don't even really know this guy, and yet it feels like I've known him for years? Or the simple way he smiles makes me caper with excitement?

  Yet, every time I look at him, memories of Zack comes flooding through me.

  His name was Zack Smith, and it was the winter of 2015, I was at the age of 13~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

       ¤Flashback¤

   "Dad I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please let me in! It's freezing!!!" I cried at my door step.

  It was 13 degrees outside, the snow-storm picking up and blowing sharp blades at my pale skin.

  I was wearing shorts and a tanktop, with my bare feet curled up against my skin.

  I sat there in a ball, begging for my father to unlock the door.

  I had yelled and cussed his new girlfriend out. How could he replace mom like that?

   He expects me to act like she's my new mother. It's not going to happen.

  "DON'T YOU EVER STEP FOOT IN THIS HOUSE AGAIN, YOU ARE SUCH A DISAPPOINTING PIECE OF TRASH. LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK!" He screamed at me.

   I got up and ran as far as I could until my legs could carry me no longer.

  I collapsed, and thats when Zack had found me. Took me in, and protected me.

  But happiness doesn't last forever, and when you are someone like me, you don't get happiness.

   And no matter what they say...

  True
          Love
                 Doesn't
                              Exist.