The Hooded Figure

TWENTY FOUR

I didn't talk to Trey in Math class. It's entirely possible that I was imagining this whole scenario, but I was no longer in the mood to investigate, much to Trey's relief.

However, after school ended, I caught up with him as he approached his car. "Hey!" I called and he paused beside his car. I seemed to look down at me, but I could hardly tell. I was still determined to make him admit it and I wasn't going to give up, but he didn't need to know that.

"What?" He barked, seeming to glare at me.

"Let's go to the cliff," I suggested, shrugging nonchalantly as he seemed to tilt his head. "I feel bad and to make it up to you, I'll take you to one of my private places. Well, my only private place, really."

He didn't really look like he was thinking it over, he just kind of stood there.

"Please? I want to get to know you. No offence, but you don't seem to have many friends and I want to change that."

"What if I like not having friends?" He questioned, leering over me threateningly.

"Well, I guess that's too bad." That might not have been the right thing to say as he walked around to the other side of his car. He opened the door without a word and I was about to call out something, probably something rude, but then he rolled down the window.

"You coming?" He snapped, probably rolling his eyes. A giddy smile grew on my face and I almost forgot about my plan to expose him. Suddenly, as I got into the car, I realized I'd wanted him to say yes, not only because I wanted to prove my theory, but because I actually wanted to hang out with him. I frowned confusedly for a moment as I sat down. We didn't move for a minute and he turned to me. "So? Where the fuck are we going? 'The Cliff' doesn't really clarify."

I'd half expected him to just drive there remembering his way from the last few times, but he was playing the charade quite well. I smiled slyly and directed him through the streets.

"Nice hoodie," I commented, recognizing it as the sweater Alexander had worn the night before. It was different than his usual sweater though, it was still black, but the hood wasn't as draped.

As we arrived, he parked his Camaro and I'd been so caught up in my thoughts that I'd forgotten to relish the ride. I'd always wanted to ride in a Camaro and here I was, wasting it.

As he exited, I grinned st him toothily. "C'mon," I rushed, tempted to grab his hand and pull him but resisting. The sun was just low enough on the horizon to create a slight sunset even though it was only about four o'clock. As we came through the other side of the woods, I looked back at him just in time to see his lips part slightly. I know he's an actor, but he was acting like he was seeing this for the first time extremely well.

"So," I started as I laid down on my back facing the sky. I patted the spot of grass beside me and continued, "how do you like Charleston High?"

"It's fine, it's high school I guess." As if he'd know what that's like. "What about you?" He surprised me by asking.

"I don't mind it. Like you said, it's high school." I giggled a little bit as I finished. He however, remained stoic. I made myself a side-goal, to make him laugh, or smile at the very least.

"What's your favourite colour?" It was a basic question, but we had to start somewhere.

"Orange, you?" He continued the conversation, hardly disguising his voice anymore.

"Green," I stated simply. The conversation wasn't really going anywhere and while it seemed he was continuing the conversation, he clearly wasn't that into it.

"You wanna know a secret?" I rolled onto my side to face him but he continued staring up into the vaste blue and pink. He didn't respond so I decided it was safe to continue, "I can sit upside down criss-cross apple sauce."

That caught his attention and his head turned towards me. We were about two feet apart and his lips looked strangely appetizing. I tried to ignore it and figured I was just a horny teenager craving some good sex.

Says the virgin.

I brushed off the thought and sat up straight. "You don't believe me?"

"I don't even know what that is," he replied, sitting up too. I smiled evilly as I folded my legs intricately. As I lifted my legs, he could see that underneath, it was in fact, criss-cross apple sauce, but on the bottom.

"And," I added, using my hands to push myself onto my knees. Then I removed my hands and started waddling around on my knees. I made it in a circle before falling onto my butt. "Ow," I humphed as I landed.

For whatever reason, that sent Trey into an absolute fit of laughter. He was holding his stomach and as he tilted his head back, his hood stayed over his face. I laughed at his laugh. It wasn't the laugh you'd expect a celebrity to have. It was almost ugly, but cute at the same time. Occasional snorts, hiccups, and al sort of crazy sounds thrown into the mix to make this adorable monstrosity.

Just as his laughter subsided, I noticed two deep dimples in his cheeks. I frowned, thinking. Alexander didn't have dimples.

Maybe I just hadn't looked hard enough.

"I've been doing it since I was five and I've perfected my balance." I smiled as his grin remained on his face. "Well, almost." My smile was now sheepish. I stood up and faced the cliff as I dusted off my pants. I turned around to face Trey only to find him already standing and hardly inches away from me.

It was hard to believe that I could still hardly see anything from under his hood, even from this angle. I could feel his breath fanning across my cheek as he looked down at me - probably. With my side goal accomplished, I know had one thing on my mind.

For the most part.

Though, for whatever reason, I felt an odd attraction. It's just because he's a hot celebrity, I told myself. He seemed to be leaning down towards me, but as we were centimetres apart, I felt a strong gust of wind hit the back of my head. My hair flew forward and without thinking, I shut my eyes, denying myself the pleasure I'd been craving.

As his hood flew back, I only caught the sight of two surprised caribbean blue eyes before all I saw was darkness. There was a moment of silence as I kept my eyes closed slightly. I nearly slapped myself for not looking, but it was what he wants and I should respect that. Right?

"Amy?" I heard him say, his voice not disguised at all. However, it sounded slightly deeper than I'd heard it before when I was talking to Alexander. "Open your eyes."

As I opened my eyes, I gasped as he wasn't wearing his hood. I was ready to prove my point, to be right about everything, but then I froze.

I opened my mouth, but the only thing that came out was, "You're not Alexander."

• Author's Note •

Y'ALL THOUGHT HE WAS ALEXANDER HA NOPE! I was reading the comments like mwahahahhahahha

Finally updated my god sorry guys. I've had no motivation ha love life.

Enjoy Mr. Not Alexander, I'm looking forward to reading the comments in the morning ;)