Don't you break my heart...

Don't you break my heart (Chp.3)

James POV:

So it turns out that Alexis likes to write music, she is actually pretty good. Her lyrics aren't the type who don't have meaning and just repeat the same thing over and over. Some of my music is like that, but its because the record company says that is what girls like. Im just like a puppet on strings. Most of her notebook is just music but some pages are numbers, I am thinking it might be a code, but I don't know what it means.

I decided to find out a little bit more about Alexis. I found out her best friend is cute red head named Priscilla. I might get some information out of her.

Priscilla POV:

So I am sitting down in the cafeteria when the new kid comes and sits down in front of me. He is hot: striking eyes, brown hair. I am surprised I controlled myself. Don't get me wrong, I am not a slut or anything like that, but I can get a bit crazy around boys, but I would never cheat on Victor. Victor and me have been going out for the past 2 years and I would never cheat on him.

"Hey cutie." the new guy says as he takes a seat

"What do you want?"

"I just want to ask you a couple of questions."

"Um... sure? What?"

"Its about your friend, Alexis DePaul."

"What about her?" I asked. What could he want to know about Lexi?

"Well.. she seems like an interesting girl. And I wanted to know about her."

"Okay? So what do you want to know?"

"Whats her favorite type of food ?"

"Italian."

"Favorite music band or singer?"

"Marianas Trench and Evanscence."

"Favorite color?"

"Green."

"Birthday?"

"March 13th."

"Class schedule?"

"Stalkerish much! She will kill you if you start to stalk her, and let me gives you a heads up, if you are trying to make her fall in love with you, I wish you the best of luck because you will need it."

"Nobody can resist my charm." he grinned.

"Cocky much, and trust me, Alexis can."

"Whatever! What is her favorite flower?"

"White or dark roses that look as if they were black. But trust me she won't be wrapped around your finger because you get her something. With Alexis you will have to try like you have never tried before, she is not like other girls."

"Thanks for the advice." he said as he walked away. He doesn't know what he is getting himself into. Alexis used to be the type of girl who believed in fairy tale endings and love, but she got her heart broken and she is scared of falling in love. She has guys that are crushing on her but she scares them away. Most guys here are scared to try. She just lost all hope in love, because of Aaron. She thinks all guys are like him. I still hope she will find true love someday, and as her best friend I have to help her. I think this guy might be what she needs, he doesn't seem like a bad guy: just a bit cocky and such, but he doesn't seem like the type of guy who could break her heart. He is already crushing on her I could tell, he might think it will be a conquest but he might lose his heart in the process.

Alexis POV:

So I was walking towards my car and I see James leaning against my door, with a bouquet of white roses.

"What are you doing?" I asked looking at the flowers.

"These are for you," he grinned "And so are these." he said waving two tickets to a Mariana Trench concert. How could he have known? Priscilla! I loved her to death, but she could really be a blabber mouth, and she has been insisting on me dating again, no matter how many times I've told her I am not interested. He must have asked her, and she told him what my favorite flowers and band was. But why would he want to know?

"Why did you bring me flowers?" I asked handing them back to him.

"They are for you, and the tickets are to a Marianas Trench concert tonight, just you and me." he smiled.

"I'm not going and I don't want you flowers!"

"What?! Do you know how hard it was to get these?"

"Did I ever ask you to take me? No. So you bought them because you wanted to, just take Mrs. Westley because if you haven't noticed she is drooling over you, which is quite gross. And because of you, I got detention!"

"You are mad because of that?" he asked "It wasn't my fault."

"Sure... you were the one who kept on passing notes to me, even though I told you not to."

"You kept on responding, so don't blame it on me." he replied.

"Just take you stupid flowers and move out of my car."

"They are yours, and I will move out if you agree to go with me tonight."

"Okay." I lied as I crossed my fingers.

"Okay? Well that was easy." he said moving out of the way. I climbed into my 1965 Mustang red convertible (I will post link on another page) and turned the car on. I turned the radio on and moved out of my parking space. I grabbed the flowers and the concert tickets and 'dropped' them on the ground while I was driving away. Oops, my bad.