A L E X I S

A L E X I S - Chapter 1

"I love you, I love you, I love you," my mother said hurriedly as she ushered us out of the door, planting a big kiss on my head. "Now go, have a good day at school kids. Drive safe Eli," she continued, locking the door as the three of us left the house and walked to our respective cars. Except for me, I didn't (don't) have a car - so being the great sister that I am, I decided to accompany my twin brother on his journey to school instead.

Having failed my driving test too many times to count, Eli had therefore been made responsible for taking the both of us to school, and I was responsible for hooking my phone up to the car and playing some great tunes on the way (self-appointed.)

"Turn this crap off," my brother joked, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Sorry, can't hear you," I replied, turning the volume up as we rolled off the driveway - blasting Miley Cyrus' 'Party in the USA' loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.

Sure it came out 9 years ago, but it was one of the elite few songs that I had lined up in a separate playlist, for those special occasions when I was bored and wanted to annoy my dear brother.

"You know we're not even in the USA, right?" Eli asked to which I shrugged, he had definitely inherited our mother's brains, but where I was lacking in that area, I made up for in others.

"Yes I know, we're in Canada bitches!" I shouted out of the window as he stopped at some red lights, attracting the attention of a few people on the sidewalk.

"Lexi, no one has this much energy on a Monday morning. Are you drunk?" He asked curiously, turning to face me.

"Nope, I'm just in a good mood," I told him as he put his foot on the pedal and the car purred back into gear, speeding down the road.

"You do realise where we're headed?" He asked again, continuing his constant stream of questions. "School."

"So what, it's our first day so you should be trying harder to make a good impression of yourself, rather than walking round with a stick up your arse all the time," I replied - laughing at the hilarity I found in irritating my brother.

"Sorry if I don't want people to take one look at me and think, that guy is off his head - he should be at a mental asylum with all of the other loonies like you, rather than in this high school," he remarked, causing me to throw my head back in laughter.

"Ha, I love you Eli," I told him, tears threatening to ruin my perfect eye makeup.

"I know you do, but I'm not that funny," he replied as we pulled into view of the school.

"I had four cups of coffee this morning," I told him climbing out of the car once he'd found a space. "Everything is funny," I continued, slinging my bag over my shoulder and ignoring the eye-roll that he'd directed at me.

"Why didn't you just park in the school's car park?" I asked, as we made our way towards the small but modern building in the distance.

"If it means that much to you, then we can park there tomorrow," he replied, shrugging dismissively.

"Oh fuck. I think I've left my phone in the car," I said after frantically checking my pockets and handbag for it.

"Here's the keys," Eli told me, whipping them out of his pocket and throwing them to me. "I'm just going to go on ahead."

"Fine," I said, catching them effortlessly and rushing back in the opposite direction. We'd arrived early for school, so I wasn't worried about being late - I just didn't want to have to walk around with Eli's keys all day in fear that I'd lose them, as I may or may not have lost a previous set that had been entrusted to my care once before.

Seeing my phone through the car's window, I unlocked the black vehicle and grabbed it from the center console. Sliding it into my bag for sure this time as I walked back down the pavement, I ran a hand through my hair subconsciously, attempting to calm myself despite the high amount of caffeine that had taken over my body.

A low whistle attracting my attention, I spun my head to see an alleyway which led behind the school, probably where the bins were kept. As I'm sure you can guess though, it wasn't the bins that whistled but one of the two teenage boys who I caught looking straight back at me.

Guessing that the noise had come from the boy with dark hair rather than the dirty-blonde haired boy who was eating some girls face off, I made my way closer - his intense gaze never breaking.

I'm just going to point this out first: I am not a bad girl, far from it on the contrary, but seeing those two handsome hunks stood there looking like they'd just stepped out of a high-fashion campaign - something just came over me. Walking over and plucking the cigarette from the dark haired boy's mouth, he didn't look as shocked as I expected him to be, but smirked instead.

He was gorgeous, they both were, and as I took a puff and exhaled a big cloud of smoke, the dark-haired boy tucked his hands into his jean pockets casually. I restrained from looking at his seemingly huge toned arms that flexed as he moved them, which I wished for my sake were covered, because it was so hard not to just stare at his velvety-smooth tanned skin.

It was obvious that these were bad boys in their natural habitat, and although neither had said a word to me in the few seconds that I'd actually been stood here - they oozed confidence nonetheless. "Well well, what do we have here?" The dark haired one said slowly, elongating his words as he rubbed his hands together, his arms moving again. "Aren't you just something."

"Thanks," I replied running a hand through my long black hair as I thought of what I could say to bag this smoking, hella hot Adonis stood in front of me.

"She's fresh meat. You're new here, aren't you?" Blondey asked, letting me get a glimpse of his pearly-white teeth as he paused for a second from his making out sesh.

"Hm, I was just thinking that. I would've noticed a girl like you before," the other guy said again, a distinctive glint in his eyes.

"A girl like me, what's that supposed to mean?" I asked tilting my head slightly, it now being my turn to smirk.

"Whatever you want it to babe," he answered, throwing his head back with a low chuckle and making all of my worries, doubts and the residual feelings of a high caffeine intake slip away as I struggled to maintain my confident facade. So much for giving Eli his keys back.