Alexander

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John's POV

Alex wasn't at school.

It worried me a bit, since he hadn't missed a day of school since he got here. I texted him during lunch, but didn't get a response. That worried me even more. I fidgeted with my food, not wanting to eat anything. I stood up from the Schuyler table.

"I'm not feeling too well. I'm going to the nurse."

"Want me to come with, Johnny?" Eliza purred, staring up at me.

"No. I'll be okay, thanks." I walked away from a pouty Eliza and an upset Angelica. I hurried down the hallway to get my crap out of my locker. I rushed out of the building and made my way to Alex's house. I remember it vaguely from when he had to get his clothes.

I knocked on the door. I stood on the stoop for a good five minutes before the door opened. It was a man that looked around late twenties.

"Can I help you?" His voice was gruff.

"Um, is this Alex's house? Is he here?"

"Alexandra isn't here right now. Leave." He scoffed. I stared, sizing him up.

"See, I have hi..her homework. I was just going to give it to her." I said.

"Mhm. What class?"

"AP history."

He hesitated before sighing.

"She isn't here. Give it to me and I can give to Alexandra."

I shook my head.

"I have to give it to her."

"She isn't fucking here. Leave."

"I don't give a damn, let me in. I'll wait for her."

He stepped aside, which I took as an opportunity to step inside. He shoved me, slamming the door.

"Don't do anything to her." He kicked me, then walked down a hallway. I stood and made my way down the opposite hall, opening the first door on the right. It was a bedroom. Someone was lying on the bed.

And that someone was a bruised, unconscious Alexander.