A Series Of Emotions

Ch 3: Passing Days.

The days after Valentine's Day left Alexander reeling. It felt like a dream to him. Had he confessed the actions of his horrid nightmare come true from the year before? Did she really speak to him? These are the questions he held to his chest that weekend at the park when the moon had risen up and the stars danced around it.

——————alexander's pov——————
With everything that happened this week, Wednesday was the hardest for me to remember. Monday yearbook made posters. Leo and I argued, her responses on the whiteboard in the obnoxiously neat handwriting she had as I reminded her that it made no sense to give the school fake parking tickets that say buy your yearbook.
Tuesday we gave everyone in the student parking lot fake yearbook tickets.
Thursday there was that fire alarm, in which my friends were the ones who set it off. Joey and Daniel decided they were going to get high in the bathroom and forgot smoke alarms were a thing.
Friday the yearbook representative came and rewarded us with donuts because of the influx of yearbook sales and we finished before our winter deadline was reached.
Saturday the guys and I played hide and seek on campus because it's fun. Especially when the security guard comes, because he'll freak out at the slightest of noises.
Sunday so far, I've spent the hour and a half in this damn pit, contemplating if everything's just some weird dream that I haven't woken up from. Am I okay?
But Wednesday? I can't quite tell you what happened. I myself, don't even know exactly what to call that day and the events that happened on it.
As the wind moved around the cold air, I let out a sigh I hadn't even realized I was holding in. Matt Tyler should be here soon, but I wouldn't be surprised if he's pulled over for something stupid. God, the kid is my best friend but he was a terrible just civilian. He drove around at a mildly reckless pace, he's never been one to follow the rules, and strict authority wasn't his favorite thing. The kid was my best friend. His adventures have shown their fair share of trouble, but I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.

"Yo Alex!" Matt Tyler called out from the street. "Flash your light, dude! I can't see shit."
Lying in the middle of the ditch, I laughed as I turned on my flashlight, knowing he couldn't figure out where I was.
The taller, lanky blonde came tumbling down the hill, full force with no breaks until he practically tripped over my legs and fell.

"So why did you call me here?" He questioned, becoming something similar to an interrogation officer. "You're never out in the ditch unless you're feeling low. What's up man? Is everything okay with you?" He got quiet for a second and then continued. "Is it your-"
"Leo and I went on a date." I casually interrupted him, flickering the flashlight on and off. I flashed the light onto him, to catch a glimpse of his face before I continued with a small laugh. "Like, hey lets go out and work on yearbook stuff. But it was just us, as editors I guess." I took a deep breath before choosing my next words carefully. Leo said not to tell anyone I spoke to her, or I dreamt it. "It was weird, she opened up to me and actual information was shared to and from."
"Well let me read the messages!!" Matt reached out for my phone and I shook my head. "Why not?"
"Well, she wrote down on paper her responses. That's what has me here." I lied, looking down with sadness. In which I'm positive Matt took it as a sadness for the lack of proof, but really it was because I wanted to be honest about this.
"That's weird, Leo hates writing." He huffed, shaking his head. I tensed up a bit, in fear of him realizing I lied, but relaxed as he continued. "But then again, not as much as talking so I'm not that surprised to be honest."
I just nodded, the lying now following the snowball effect. "We just wrote and talked about, I talked about," I corrected casually. "Yearbook stuff, her editing techniques, she calls me Lex and Lexander in pencil."  I found myself smirking to cover the warmth growing in my cheeks.
Matt began to shake me, laughing. "Oh so no one else can call you Lex or Lexander but her?!"
I nodded as he shook me and pushed him off. "She's an exception because she's actually warming up to me." I pointed out.
Well, and because I liked her. But she's just a friend now, it wasn't anything intimate.
I don't like her that way anymore.
——————eliana's pov——————
"Eli!" Savannah screamed, her hand flying up to try and reach me on my bed. "You never told me how your date was."
"Yeah! I wanna know what Alex's lips feel like." Penelope's voice rising high to make fun of the way I spoke.
My cousin and best friend are the most invasive people I've ever met. I swear, these two could solve my murder if it were a mystery on who did it. Not to mention, the most annoying.

"Well," I laughed, peering down from my loft bed. "I'm not sure what Lex's lips feel like, because I didn't kiss him!" I shot a look towards Penelope before laughing. "But, it was nice. We worked on yearbook stuff. Not a lot of talking." I hummed softly. "He let me call him Lexander. I could tell he wanted to correct me, but he didn't." My eyes followed my string lights up the wall and to my window sill. I stared out onto where the green leaves would hang from upon the tree before being dragged back into the conversation again by the girls on my bedroom floor. 

"Wait... but you always spell out his name.. why'd you shorten it by one letter." Penelope asked, genuinely lost and confused.
"Holy shit you spoke to him." Savannah's usual loud, bouncy tone had suddenly died down into a blank normal tone. "Like, actual words."
I nodded and shrugged. "Well. He's had that crush on me since last year I figured I'd treat him to something nice."
"You like him." Penelope and Savannah spoke bluntly at the same time.
"You have feelings for the little shit." Savannah's eyebrows rising expectantly.
I shook my head faster than ever.
Step one : denial.
"No I don't." I crossed my arms and sat up, almost hitting my head on the ceiling. "Had a crush last year, sure but I do not currently have feelings for or towards the boy."
The suggestive glances from Penelope and Savannah showed me that they didn't believe me, but I don't even believe myself completely.

"It's 2:08. I'm going to bed I'll talk to you guys later when we wake up." I called out, closing my laptop as they crawled into their spots on the futon under my bed.
I didn't need this.
I do not like Alexander.