Star-Crossed

CHAPTER SIX.

SKY

Friday came around and it consisted of the cheer team wearing our uniforms all day. Every Friday was this way, and it almost felt like it was a staple. A staple that I made it into something so important at this school and was finally a Jaguar.

It was time to tutor Alexander after classes. His house was in downtown Santa Barbara, so I had to take one bus there.

The neighbourhood was much different than the neighbourhood where I lived, and there were a lot more beat up apartments and people living on the streets. I didn't know downtown Santa Barbara was this bad, and I suddenly regretted not changing out of my cheerleader uniform and into something more covered up. I grew up in New York, so catcalling was a part of my day to day, but I always had pepper spray with me to few a little safer.

His house wasn't big, but a very nice and charming small two story house with bricked outside walls.

I lightly knocked twice and stepped back, waiting for him to open the door.

He opened the door wearing his iconic black shirt and black jeans. I hadn't really see him since that last time I tutored him on Tuesday. He was in some of my classes, but had a habit of skipping class as a lot of people said.

"Good afternoon, Williams." He greeted me, giving me his award winning smirk, his left dimple appearing.

"Hi." I said, and watched as his eyes scanned my attire. Heat rose to my face, and I adjusted the strap on my pink duffle bag.

I stayed silent as he allowed me in and rushed upstairs. When I took off my white shoes in the entrance, I noticed a small girl on the couch watching tv.

She seemed to be about six, and when she looked up at me, I noticed she held the same features as Alexander. The same green-blue eyes, bushy eyebrows and dark brown hair, but she had many clusters of melanin on her nose and cheeks.

"Hi." She waved.

"Hi! Are you Alexander's little sister?" I asked her, making my voice a little higher than usual.

She nodded and stood up to be in front of me.

"How old are you?" I smiled.

She held out five fingers while exclaiming. "Five!"

As I giggled, Alexander appeared in the living room with a confused expression.

"What are you doing?" He wondered.

"Introducing myself to your sister..?" I mocked, frowning at him.

"All right. Sky, Layla. Layla, Sky." He rushed, before grabbing my wrist and pulling me upstairs.

I had no idea we where we were going, but I assumed it was probably his room. I looked at his big hand wrapped around my wrist, and felt panic rush though my blood. I would hate for him to see my blisters again.

He led me all the way to his room and let go of me.

It was small with a bed next to the window. His bed had black and brown sheets on it, with one white pillow.

His room looked like a normal teenage boy's room, with bare white walls and photos of NBA players as well as a photo of Megan Fox in a bathing suit.

I walked around his room, stopping at a photo of Layla, him and what looked like his mother and smiled.

"My mom made me put that up. She thought I had too much stupid shit on my walls." Alexander explained, looking embarrassed.

I then walked to the hole that was on the wall, and looked back at him confused.