Chapter Two - Blake

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The school's parking lot is hard to navigate in the mornings. There are always obstacles in the way, whether cars or students. It doesn't help that the parking lot is relatively small compared to the amount of student drivers East High has. It also doesn't help that there was only fifteen minutes until the first bell rang and so the parking lot was full of life. I curse myself, for waking up late, and Carson, for turning off my alarm when he played with my phone last night. I shake my head knowing full well I couldn't blame that rascal. It was my fault for letting my eight-year old brother play with it.

Shit!

I hit the brakes as I realize a group is crossing in front of me. Lost in my own mind, I almost run them over. Luckily, they are too consumed in their own conversations to notice their almost-demise.

I turn into an empty parking spot, grateful it's not at the end of the lot. Grabbing my backpack from the passenger seat, I exit my car. I see Ray and Drew are standing a few spots over so I make my way over.

Ray is leaner and taller than Drew by a few inches, and despite both having curly dark hair and blue eyes, they're not related. Yet their appearances aren't the only similarity; they're more alike in personality than anything else. Boisterous and outspoken.

Ray's the first to see me, and smiles. "Running late Blake? Very unlike Golden Boy."

"Shut up," I roll my eyes at the nickname. Ray just chuckles at my response. "I overslept thanks to Carson messing with my alarm." This gives me a knowing look from the guys. They all have younger siblings too.

"Well we were just talking about the upcoming game against Lakeside –" Drew is cut off by a loud roaring noise. We all turn our heads and find the source of the noise.

A motorcycle cuts through the parking lot, and has no problem navigating through it. Everyone steps aside the second it comes into view. No one wants to take the risk of getting run over, especially considering who the driver is. There's an open spot across from Ray, and the motorcycle finds its way there. The engine cuts off, but by now the entire lot is silent.

All eyes on the driver.

All in one smooth move, the driver whips off the helmet and long brunette waves fall out. Alexis, or Lex, Moreno steps off the bike and shakes out her hair. I swear I hear the guys gasp in appreciation at this. Even I have to admit, the whole move was sexy. Lex was on the smaller side, but curvy in all the right places, and her Latina looks were exotic. It didn't help that she's dressed in all dark clothing and rode a motorcycle.

I mean can you say badass?

"God, she's hot," muttered Drew. Completely forgetting his earlier thought. His eyes following Lex as she swings her bag over her shoulder and makes her way to the entrance.

Ray defeatedly adds, "Too bad she's such a loner." Yet it doesn't stop him from admiring either.

Lex passes by us on the way to the doors and its almost as she knows we've been talking about her. Because as she crosses our paths, she shoots us a challenging look that freezes us all in place.

Man, if looks could kill.

Quickly the guys drop their gazes, but I don't. Something about her demeanor has me looking at her questioningly. She notices this because her eyes lock with mine for a beat, but before I can read her expression, the first bell rings. And just like that, Lex flips around, her hair swaying behind her, and heads to class.

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All of first period, I couldn't help but keep thinking about this morning's incident. I wish I had been able to make out the expression on Lex's face as we made eye contact. Something about it intrigued me. Sure, Lex was always intriguing. How could she not be? She kept to herself. Not really talking to anyone on her own accord, except maybe Maria Lopez. But I'm pretty sure that was probably because they were cousins and not exactly friends. Throw in the fact that Lex hardly wore anything but black clothing, and people were left with the impression that she was bad news. Yet, I can almost remember a time when this wasn't true.

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