Perfection's Past

Chapter 3

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Alexandra

I spent the first two weeks of senior year, the exact same way I spent the last three years of school, wake up and get ready, coffee, go to class, pretend I'm actually listening, and turn in my homework before the teacher can even assign it. Everything was in order, everything was the same, everything except one thing; him.

He was everywhere. He was parked next to me in the mornings, he stopping by my table at lunch, in all of my advanced classes, following me to the parking lot when the final bell rang, it was strange... and slightly creepy.

Of course other girls would be thrilled at the attention. Carter is a horrible flirt, always winking and giving girls that annoying half smirk of his, and they always swoon. Even the guys seemed to be smitten by him. Since his arrival Carter has declared himself king, and everyone apparently is thrilled to serve him at his throne.

Imbeciles.

I mean I get it, it's easy for the less intelligent population of this tiny town to be won over by a pair of pretty brown eyes. He's rich, attractive, charismatic, smart, and athletic, basically the perfect equation for high school royalty. I have a feeling I know why he's decided to pester me with his presence since arriving. He's decided he needs someone to rule beside him and it would have to be someone else who fills all the requirements. Too bad for him, he's selected the wrong girl, I'm not charismatic at all. He's always testing me, by calling me "Alex" or flirting, or saying something slightly offensive. Its like he's desperate to get a reaction from me. I'm sure he isn't used to girls ignoring him, and this is driving him crazy, but I really don't care.

"Alex, darling so nice see you this morning" Speak of the brown-eyed devil, he calls my name as he casually leans against his obnoxious red Aston Martin. I stare blankly at him before muttering a noncommittal 'hello' and continuing my way into school. I'm not really in the mood to deal with him today, then again I never really am.

"Not so fast." He says, jogging to catch up to me. I slow my walk and give him a pointed stare, hoping he'll just get this morning's 'let's try and annoy Alex' over with already.

"I spoke with Mr. Wilkinson yesterday" He smirks, "And he wants you to write up the report for the school paper, covering the segment on the baseball game tonight." Carter says with a dazzling grin.

Mr. Wilkinson is the honors English teacher and is in charge of the school paper. It's not unusual for him to request things like this from me, and I usually accept for the sole fact that it looks good on college applications. Now that I have my spot at Georgetown secured, I really don't see the point in it anymore, but out of curtesy to Mr. Wilkinson I've been continuing. The smug look on Carter's face slightly irks me, but I shove the feeling aside, I and think of the glowing letter of recommendation Mr. Wilkinson wrote for me, and give Carter a slight nod before brushing past him into the school.

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The day drags on, in its usual way, the teachers drone on about things I already know, and assign homework that I've already finished. Carter pesters me at lunch, I ignore him until he returns to his throne and loving subjects. I get the camera and supplies from Mr. Wilkinson, I refrain from rolling my eyes at the list of questions to interview the players at the end of the game. It won't be the first time I've had to do it, and it's usually a painful process of me asking the questions and the idiots stumbling over their words awkwardly because they don't know how to act around me. I'd like to think it was my graceful beauty that impacted them, but really it's because they just truly don't know how to act around me, because of who I used to be, the bright and lively girl, and who I am now, the girl without feelings.