Someday

Chapter 19 - I'm Kinda Glad I Didn't

Alex's POV:

I couldn't stop thinking about what Tyler said. It was messing with me. I hadn't gotten proper sleep or eaten a full meal since, and it's been a week. And the weird thing was that he wasn't talking to me. I mean, if we passed each other in the hallway, he would glance at me, but that's it. He didn't eat lunch with me. He didn't talk to me during study skills. It was like he changed overnight. He wasn't jumping at the chance to talk to me, and believe me, I gave him more than enough opportunities. I would tap him on the shoulder during study skills, and he would ignore it. Or I would meet his eyes in the cafeteria, and he would suddenly look away. It was as if he had no interest in me anymore.

"Alex!" Angie yelled in my ear, making me jump and my ear ring.

"What?" I responded after my ear returned to normal.

"I said your name like ten times. You seriously didn't hear me?" I slowly shook my head, wondering whether or not she was lying to me. I decided that she wasn't, considering the concerned look plastered on her face. I got up and walked away from her, not saying anything.

This was bad. I couldn't be so involved with another person, it would just make it much harder to move when the police catches up to me, which I have no doubt that they will if I stay here forever. It didn't matter how smart I was about this whole situation, there were some facts that couldn't be ignored:
1) I'm still a kid, a minor. There are only so many options for runaway minors. I could stay here, but someone would be smart enough to connect the dots between the girl on TV and me, then I have a comfy jail cell waiting for me in my hometown.
2) I'm gonna make a mistake at some point. It won't matter how careful I am, because there's always gonna be a tiny detail that I overlook. That won't stop me from trying my hardest to prevent that but, that mistake is gonna cost me, and I don't know if I can pay the price.

I knew that getting involved with someone on that level was dangerous for someone like me. So involved that it bothers me when he isn't with me. That him ignoring me makes me search through my mind for something that I could've possibly said or done to tick him off. That I couldn't concentrate on anything because I was always worrying about him. I needed to get him out of my system. I would get him out of my system. But first, I needed to make sure that he was okay.

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My fist knocked on his front door before I had the chance to talk myself out of it. When I finally found his address, the perks of having a lady in the main office like you, I rushed to his house as soon as the bell rang. I hadn't even bothered to tell Hunter before I left. Now that I thought about it, this was a flawed plan. I thought that if I came here, then he would be forced to talk to me. The thing is, he didn't have to, he could just chose not to answer the door if he looks out any window and sees that it's me. So as I waited, I prayed that he hadn't done that.

Thirty seconds had passed and I hadn't heard any movement from the other side. Forty-five seconds. A minute. Nothing. So of course, instead of doing the reasonable thing and leaving, I raised my fist and knocked again. After the first knock, I thought that maybe he hadn't heard me. I knew that he was home because I could see him through the window in his kitchen, he was scrolling through his phone. And, no, that's not stalking. It's caringly watching without the other person's consent or knowledge, there's a difference. So when he didn't open the door on the second knock, I knew that he was avoiding me.

I knocked a third time, making a deal with myself that if he didn't open the door in the next minute then I would leave. When he didn't answer I found myself pounding on the door, ready to kick it down if need be. The deal had left my brain because in this moment all I knew was that I needed to talk to him. And I couldn't do that with this door here.

I continued pounding, my hand hurting a bit. Then the door suddenly swung open, leaving me a few centimeters from hitting Tyler's face. But I couldn't think about Tyler's face right now. I wasted no time pushing him inside and following him shortly afterwards. I locked the door behind me, trying to prevent him from escaping. I turned back around to find Tyler standing in front of me, his arms crossed and an eyebrow slightly raised. I ignored the look he was giving me, as hard as it was, and began to let out all of the rage that had built up in the past week.

"Where were you?" I said through clenched teeth. Might as well start as soft as I could manage and go from there.

"What are you talking about? I was at school." He didn't deserve to wear the confused expression that he was wearing right now.

"Yea, I know, but you weren't you. You were avoiding me, you weren't talking to me, you would barely look at me for God's sake!" Okay I was getting really mad now. "For a week! A whole week I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think about anything but you! And then when I finally come to your house so you would be forced to talk to me, you have the audacity to ignore me then, too! I mean, did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me or something?" My voice had died down towards the end. I was actually concerned that this was my fault. "This week, every second was torture. It was torture because I had no idea where you were half the time, and when I did know where you were, you were doing everything in your power to avoid me. It was torture because every single thought I had was about you. It was torture because... I missed you." I whispered the last part. I hated having to say all that. It made me vulnerable. And the worst part? I meant every single word of it.

I had looked down sometime during my rant, staring at the floor. We were both silent, letting the words sink in. The more I thought about them, the more panicked I felt. Everything that I was feeling was put in the open, and he wasn't saying a word about it. He was just looking at the hard wood floor, same as me.

Then I could hear his footsteps coming towards me and then stopped in front of me.

"Alex, look at me." He commanded.

This boy has a death wish. He listens to my very upsetting rant, making me confess things I thought I would take to the grave, and he thinks he can order me around with even saying an apology? I don't think so. Needless to say, I didn't follow his order.

"Please, Alex. Look at me." It was a whisper. He sounded desperate. Desperate enough for me to do what he said. I looked into his blue eyes, almost like lightening, then he explained.

"I wasn't trying to push you away, Alex. I was trying to give you some space. What I said to you a week ago looked like it took a toll on you and I wanted to give you some time. There was nothing left for me do or say. The ball was in your court and I thought you might want some time to figure out your move." I did that oooohhhh thing that people in the movies do when they find something out.

"I wanted to talk to you today actually, but... I'm kinda glad I didn't." I blushed a bright red, remembering what I said in my rant. He chuckled at that. It was nice to hear his laugh again. When his laughter died down he looked into my eyes and began leaning down very slowly, giving me enough time to stop him if I wanted to. The thing was, I didn't stop him.

My phone did when it rang.

Hey guys! No kidding, this chapter made me SO happy when I wrote it. Tylex is just too cute. Anyways, how'd you guys like this chapter? Oh, by the way, either next chapter or the one after that I'm introducing someone from Alex's past, and out of all my chapters so far, that one might take the cake. We'll see.
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