The Bad Boy Wears a Tutu (slow updates)

Chapter 17- To Be a Bird

Chapter 17- To Be a Bird

"How are you?" the blonde asked.

I couldn't believe it. And to think I was going to actually kiss him.

"I'm good Sasha, I'm really good," Alex said, smiling down at her.

God, even her name was pretty. Sasha.

It was like he completely forgot I was there. Like I was invisible. Like he didn't even know me.

I guess I was back to square one.

I cleared my throat, which seemed to jolt both of them out of their daze. The blonde's smile faltered a bit as she looked at me, her eyes raking up and down my body. Then, her green eyes met mine and she beamed at me. She probably didn't see me as competition. Well, lucky for her, I wasn't even going to try to win Alex.

He would never go for me anyway.

Alex's cheeks turned pink and he looked sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Um I should get going I don't want my parents to file a Missing Persons case or something," I joked, my smile so fake that Barbie would be jealous.

"You don't have to-" Sasha started saying.

"I think you should. I'll see you tomorrow," Alex interrupted sharply.

I felt my stomach drop and my chest constricted.

It was obvious that Alex wanted alone time with Sasha and I had to respect that.

I felt Sasha's eyes boring into the side of my head but my eyes were trained on Alex. He was looking at the ground. All I wanted was for him to look at me. Just once. Just so I had closure. So that I knew that we were never happening and that he had no feelings for me whatsoever. But he didn't. And I was left confused and full of questions.

I didn't say anything as I quickly brushed passed them and out the door. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

I ran down the driveway and I heard the door slam behind me. The sky was painted in an array of pinks and oranges, so oblivious to the fact that my insides felt like a twisted rope. Why couldn't it be rainy and gloomy, like my mood?

That was when I realized I didn't have a ride. Well shit.

I took out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. I couldn't call my mom. If she found out I came to Alex's house she would flip out and probably not let me leave my room ever. My eyes grazed over James's name and I was about to press it but I decided against it. I already owed him for this morning and I didn't want to add to the list of things I had to pay him back for.

I texted Macy but she quickly responded saying she was busy. Whatever that meant.

Finally, I decided to call Zach. Yes, he would be pissed at Alex and want to beat him up (again) but at least I could persuade him to just leave it alone.

I tapped his name and pressed my phone to my ear. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey what's up Sam Bam?"

When I heard his voice I couldn't help but let out a quiet sob. Zach had warned me. And I didn't listen.

I heard him breathing deeply on the other line, and I could imagine him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked, worry lacing his voice.

"A-Alex."

"What did that asshole do?" he seethed, his voice low.