Love Or Rivalry

Chapter Thirteen

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Chapter Thirteen

Alexander's POV

I watched as she shoved past me and ran out, her blonde hair flying behind her, before the door slammed forcefully. I growled under my breath, rubbing my jaw. That had actually hurt quite a bit. She definitely packed quite a punch. If she knew how dangerous I could be, she wouldn't have dared to do that at all. But at the same time, I felt something pang inside me at the same time. What the hell? Did I just feel guilty for doing what I did just now? Alexander Blackcliffe does NOT feel guilty or regret a single fucking thing. I snarled angrily. What the heck was happening to me? Becoming soft just because of some stupid girl. (italic this: A very, pretty, sexy little girl,) a little voice in the back of my head echoed, and this time I punched the wall beside me, leaving a slight indent. I drew back my fist, narrowing my eyes at the result of the punch. Hm, I could have hit harder. I smirked, and walked back to my room, when I noticed something shiny lying on the bed.

I walked over to it curiously, and picked it up. It was a locket, and I held it up, noting the intricate designs on the front and back. Hm, this must be hers. I scoffed, tossing it on the bed. That meant I had to return it to her. I turned away from the bed, about to head out, when I heard a click. I turned back to the bed, seeing the locket now open. Well, what do we have here? I picked it up, my eyes widening as I saw a picture of Roxy with Ashton, his gang tattoo clearly showing. Wait a fucking minute. I scanned the picture, my eyes running over how he was carrying her on his back, both faces grinning at the camera. Interesting. So they were close, eh? I snapped the locket shut, stuffing it in my pocket, my mind whirling with this new piece of information. And she looks like him as well. And didn't Viktor say something about a tattoo on her wrist? I walked out of my room, already calling the gang for a meeting. Well, well, well, Miss Roxy, you are a very busy, secretive little thing, aren't you?