Who She Is

~4~

Alyx's POV

Oh, shit! Shit! Lexi's talking to me. I look down at my lap. Was I really staring that long? What do I say? I was just looking around? I don't know. My heart is pounding in my chest. My throat feels like it's going to close up. I think I'm going to throw up. Oh my god!

I look at Wes, and he looks just as freaked out. I know my face has to be on fire. My hands are so sweaty. I rub them against my jeans and try to think of something else to say. Amaya is probably looking at me right now! I probably look like such a weirdo. I close my eyes, wishing I could be anywhere but here.

"Um, hello? Can't look now that you've got caught? What were you staring at?" Lexi demands.

"Uh...Uh... N-nothing," I mumble. I slowly lift my head up and see Lexi's hazel eyes glaring into mine. I've never liked Lexi. I feel like no one genuinely likes her. It's got to be for her money and looks. She's the 'gets whatever she wants' type. Her dad's some type of lawyer or investor or something. And yeah, she's pretty. I guess. Everyone else seems to think so. She's petite with brown hair. Her hair is so dull and lifeless compared to Amaya's. Her tan sucks, too. You can tell she's been laying in the tanning bed for way too long now. Amaya has a slight tan she maintains; I've always liked it. Stop comparing them, Alyx! Anyway, Lexi was never appealing to me. It has always been the one by her side all this time.

Elaine is a lot better than Lexi to me. She seems like a person I could actually get along with. She looks like she's the nice one. She's small, too. She's actually the shortest of the group, with pale skin and black hair. My eyes look over into her dark brown ones. She isn't giving me a hateful glare like Lexi, but she looks skeptical of me. Last but definitely not least, I drift my eyes over to her.

Amaya is staring at me with a slightly confused expression on her face, like she doesn't know what's going on. This is the first time we've made eye contact. I let a sharp gasp out. Her eyes are a blueish green. They're so pretty! She's so pretty. There's not a single feature on her face that's not perfect. She's literally flawless.

Her eyes widen before her brows furrow. My gasp must have been louder than I thought. Then, she speaks to me for the first time.

"What?" she asks, lifting an eyebrow. I immediately jump up from my seat and bolt. Like a coward. I start taking long strides to get back inside.

"Wait! Dude, come back!" Wes yells for me.

Once I get inside, I hurry through the cafeteria. I take off running to the bathroom once I get in the hallway. Why did I have to look up at them? Why did Wes have to make us sit there? He should have known I couldn't handle it. This is his fault! Damn it!

I run in the bathroom to see it's empty. I hurry in a stall and lock the door behind me. I sit on the toilet lid and bury my face in my hands. I feel tears coming to my eyes. I can't blame Wes. He was just trying to help. It's all my fault. I'm the coward. I hate who I am. Nothing even happened for me to run away like that! All I did was embarrass myself more. I just couldn't think of an excuse for staring, and I didn't want them knowing I was listening in on their conversation.

I hear the bathroom door open and footsteps approaching. I know it's Wes coming to talk to me. There's a knock on the stall door.

"Please just let me be alone right now, Wes. I don't want to talk about it. And I'm not going back out there. I already embarrassed myself enough in front of her." I close my eyes and try to control my breathing. There's another knock. Getting irritated, I unlock the door and jerk it open. "I said just leave me alo-" Amaya is standing there. Not Wes. Amaya. Here. In the boys' bathroom. She's seeing me sitting on the toilet with tears in my eyes. And I just talked to her thinking she was Wes! Oh my god! She's just staring at me. What do I do? What do I say? I have no words in my brain right now.