Star-Crossed

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE.

SKY

I had never been to a funeral before.

It was my first time going, and just the thought of going to the funeral of Alexander's father saddened me.

Caroline called me last night and told me she wanted me there, so I could not refuse.

The whole town had been donating for the funeral over the past few weeks.

It was quite gloomy outside, making all of this even more depressing.

I was wearing a black dress that ended above my knees, and black sheer tights under it. For the first time, I paired my outfit with a pair of short black heels with an ankle and toe strap, because all of my other shoes wouldn't have been appropriate. I styled my hair back into a low bun.

"You ready?" My mother asked, popping her head into my room.

I nodded and grabbed my purse before leaving.

As we drove, I let my mind drift to Alexander.

I hadn't seen him in two weeks. After that moment we had in the janitor's closet, I hadn't seen him once.

He wasn't even there for graduation. During the celebration, I kept looking back to see if he would show up, but he never did.

I was sort of afraid to see him, but wanted to so badly.

We made it to the house in no time, and I said goodbye to my mother before walking up the steps of the house.

Layla answered the door when I knocked, and jumped in my arms when she saw me.

I bent down to her level and wrapped my arms around her.

My emotions got all muddled up so my eyes stung. I held her tighter, knowing I would have to stop myself before crying in front of her.

Even though she was too young to fully understand what happened to her father, my heart still went to her.

"How are you, Layla?" I asked her.

She smiled and held her thumb up. "Good!"

"That's really good. You look so pretty." I looked down at her black dress and very little heels. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a braid.

"Thank you." She giggled.

I walked in the house, and it was empty. "Where's your mom?"

"Mommy's upstairs, fighting with Alex." She told me.

Then I heard the yells of Caroline and Alexander.

"You have to go, Alex!" Caroline screamed at her son, and he groaned as a response.

"You can't make me do shit. I don't want to go to that fucking beggar's funeral." Alexander shouted.

I widened my eyes at the mouth he used on his mother. I've never heard him being so isolent towards her, because they've always had a great bond.