Star-Crossed

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

ALEXANDER

My father came to the house uninvited again.

I had come home from a full day shift, looking forward to play some video games and then fall asleep for class the next day. But last night, I came home to see my mother and him talking on the couch. My mother kept a far distance from him, and I could see in her eyes that she wasn't happy to see him there.

It pissed me off so much that I forced him out of my house and didn't even look at my mother once, just going straight to bed.

I forced myself to get up that following Monday, the only thing pushing me to go to school being the fact that I couldn't keep skipping class if I wanted to stay on the team.

And Sky.

Her and I had gotten extremely close over the past few weeks. Something about Sky was extremely different, but nice. She had this way of being completely blunt with me, still with a contradictory smile on her face. Sky knew about my anger problems but it did not scare her off. Instead, she stayed and helped me through them.

I have come to notice every little thing about that girl. Her presence was so captivating: enveloping me as a whole every time I was with her. Even when we were in class and I was sitting far away from her, it seemed as if I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and capture her every movement.

She sat up so straight in her chair and would fiddle with anything and everything: her hair, her pencils and even a piece of jewelry she wore. Speaking of jewelry, she only wore one at a time, always keeping it so simple, making other things about her shine through. Like her eyes, the pattern of her curls and her smile. Everything she did had some meaning to it. She ate food slowly to capture the taste, looked around to take in the whole world around her and sometimes even sensually touched her own skin without knowing.

That morning in my truck while driving to school, she had this cute dress on that showed off her soft and golden legs. Her smell of peaches was still in my mind. I remember how much it was controlling me. It had controlled me so much that I lost my own control and was trying to hide my desire for her between my legs.

At first I was just admiring her beauty, but after that day in the car, everything I then noticed about her would excite me. I would turn innocent things she did into something sexual, like when she sipped a drink out of a straw or bounce on those bean bags in the library.

There was something about her that was so pure, yet very dark. I could tell something had happened to her in her past, perhaps her childhood, that scarred her. I didn't know how to explain it, all in all, she was amazing and if anyone tried to ruin the diamond she was, I would destroy them.

The drive to school was excruciatingly slow and I wanted to punch another wall when I thought of my drunk of a father sitting on the same spot on the couch my little sister sat on. I was already late for my first class.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, in hopes to relieve some of the anger in me but it didn't do shit.

When I arrived at school, I ignored everyone trying to make small talk with me and headed to my fitness class. I put on a muscle tee and basketball shorts before walking into the fitness room. Lifting weights seemed to relieve some of the stress in me.

Before I knew it, the rest of my class arrived and I listened to some music in my ears so nobody could talk to me.

It went by perfectly until a chubby boy that I didn't even know the name of decided to hop on the treadmill right next to mine, despite the four other ones available. He was already out of breath after a few seconds of running and tapped my shoulder.