I L Y 4Ever: I'll Loathe You 4Ever

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[A/N: Mail me if ever you find word/grammar corrections & you will find the cast at the side.

And now, since I want to try the other’s POV, here’s Alexander’s POV. P.S, if you haven’t yet, read Changing My Direction (boyxboy) by forevermystic. It. Is. Awesome!]

[Alexander’s POV]

“Mrs. Lewis, we’re here!” Travis called as the four of us entered Jazz family’s mansion. It was a lovely residence modeled after modern glass homes. You can see the outside from the inside, but you can’t see the inside if you’re on the outside.

Jazz’s mom came into view wearing a simple blue yet expensive-looking Sunday dress under an apron. When she saw us, her face lit up. Colin and Jazz were bickering outside about getting rid of me like I couldn’t hear their loud whispering. Get rid of me? Me? Time to make my move.

“Oh, and who is this?” She smiled showing her set of perfect white teeth. She looked like the petite and older version of Jazz. Only in a different gender.

“Alexander. Alexander Addams.” I said and took her hand and gave it a light peck.

She giggled like a teenage girl, “Nice to meet you, Alex.”

And we conversed.

Oh, yes. Wonder why I’m here? Well, it all started before lunch time this afternoon---

FLASHBACK

Disappearing from the special room, I decided to see the whole campus. The place was noisy and there was nothing new. The school so far was quite impressive, but I haven’t seen the south wing of the school, yet. And so, I roamed around the beige and crimson school and ended up at the football field.

It was impressive. The field was long and wide. The grass was regularly trimmed and the bleachers were newly painted. It was as wide as my mom’s prized garden and that’s saying something.

I walked towards the field since I’m allowed to as one of the special list privileges. We were allowed to loiter around school whenever we want as long as we do not disrupt classes and also if we check out of the special room. We have a fingerprint pass in the special rooms so the school could keep track of who goes in and out.

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