Alexandria's Superman

(seven) millions reasons

(Lexi's POV)

Taylor shot me an apologetic look before following after Liam.

There were several people sitting around the bar, chatting amongst themselves, yet I managed to feel so alone.

Liam pretty much told me he didn't want me here.

He didn't want me.

I was stupid to come here.

I was stupid to have expected something good to come of this.

Liam and I are polar opposites.

He helped me out a couple times because he happened to be there. Whatever I felt in the moment was clearly one-sided.

He made it very obvious last night when he chose sleeping with the redhead over having a conversation with me.

He wants a normal, laidback life. Not one where he's forced to live under the spotlight in a house too big for just two people. And I don't blame him.

I went home that night alone and sad, but I didn't cry. I hiked up my big girl skirt and reminded myself that this was my wake up call. Now, I can give my full, undivided attention to my work.

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I haven't been to Dooley's since Sunday night after the unexpected and unwanted outcome I faced. It was for the better, though.

Monday, Holly had taken me to Michigan Ave. to get a look at the space for sale just next door to Michael Kors and around the corner from Gucci. The store was bigger than the original location, but not overwhelmingly. It was the perfect size for my store. Plus, the area was ideal, too. Security around Michigan Ave. was exemplary, in comparison to the security around the old store.

Having to look at my vandalized store in my own town hurt me. If I never had to experience that again, I would be endlessly grateful.

I had given her the "okay" to go through with the purchase. The store wouldn't be reopening until I returned from New York because there was work that needed to be completed before it opened. I'm supposed to sign for the property on Thursday.

Tuesday, I spent pretty much my whole day making one of my dresses, making sure everything was completed flawlessly for fashion week. From the specific colors I had pictured to each and every stitch. It was all crucial, the big and small things.

Now here I am, bright and early on a fine Wednesday.

Sam's had to go into school all week to start prepping her classroom for her high school English classes and preparing lesson plans. Poor students start school Tuesday while I'll be in New York.

The thought put a small, selfish smirk on my lips.

I've been a working machine for pretty much 48 hours, taking 6 hour breaks to sleep. Ever since Sunday night, I've been in complete work mode. Nothing else mattered.

I wanted a drink though. Just one to keep me relaxed.

Despite the unpleasant occurrence Sunday night, and Saturday night for that matter, with Liam, Dooley's still makes a badass drink.

That was the sole reason I drove to Dooley's at 7 in the morning. I'm so stupid, why would a bar be open at 7 in the morning? Why am I trying to drink at 7 in the morning?

Sitting in the parking lot of Dooley's, I laid my head on the wheel in front of me in distress.

I was here hoping to "coincidentally" run into Liam. Because I am pathetic and can't seem to take a hint.