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Wrecking Lexi's Life

Two weeks later.
Lexi
So, here's what happened. When Jax hit me, he gave me a concussion. I have no idea if at that point it was major or minor. Nonetheless, my brain was doing weird things. The janitors were cleaning the school, dragging their squeaky garbage cans and carts all over the place. My brain just enhanced it all.
When I ran into the door- the doctors had no idea why all that happened, with the never ending hallway and such- the concussion got worst.
It's was two janitors who'd run up to me and called an ambulance. I stayed home for two weeks to get better, and dreamed that same dream- with the people screaming," Save us!"- every night. It's turning me into a nervous wreck.
Also, I got Alex to tell everyone that I had the flu. No point in giving Jax a reason to gloat on.
Speaking of Jax, not once in two weeks has he texted me. Which is weird. But do I care? No. He can stay away for all I care.
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When I see what's become of Jax, I'm standing at my locker talking to Alex, getting ready for gym class.
I turn away from my locker to look at Alex, to see if he's kidding. I'm sorry, what has Lexi done?
That's when I realize he's telling the truth.
Over Alex's right shoulder I see Jax coming down the hallway. I freeze. No. No. Wait have you done Jax? Is this a punishment for me breaking up with Cheyenne?
If I ever change back into my real self, I will never, ever live this down. Ever. No one will ever forget it.
Lexi, the girl who spent most of her time reading, content to be in the background, with just a few close friends, is a slut.
The problem with this school is that there isn't a dress code that's set in stone.
So, as "Lexi" saunters down the hall, nobody stops him. Not a teacher, janitor, or principle. No one.
I grimace at his outfit and attention. He's wearing black lace up boots with heals and shorts that at least cover his butt. But from the way they're torn up, I bet if he turned around I'd be able to see some of his butt. Gross. Where did he even get them? He's wearing a belly shirt- actually it's not really a belly shirt, it's more like an, end-just-beneath-your-ribs shirt. Of course the shirt is black. It has a silver eagle on it.
Oh of course. He went to American eagle and probably spent all the money I own.
And the worst part of the shirt? the neckline. It's low. Really low. Plus, he's wearing a major push-up bra.
His hair is bone straight. And his makeup, ugh. Thick, black eyeliner. A full face concealer. Eye shadow. Lipstick.
This is school! Not prostitute alley.
Lexi's cool, clear eyes lock with mine for a fraction of a second. For that fraction of a second his eyes narrow as if to say, wreck my life, I'll wreck yours.
Then, he's immediately surrounded by a gamble of people- most of which are guys. One slaps his butt. He laughs. Laughs. Oh my gosh. Do you know who's but you're actually slapping??
Just as I go to turn away in disgust, Issac bounds up to 'her' and kisses 'her'. Sloppily. I can immediately see all the other guys flame with jealousy. Gay!! So gay.
I turn back to Alex.
"When did this start?"
"The day after you went missing," he says, "I'm gonna go join them."
With a wink, Alex walks off. What?!
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Gym class, short shirt and short volleyball shorts.
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The next day, a dress with a v neck that goes down and down, I don't even want to describe the length. Jax has got a pixie cut now.
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A couple of times I've almost told Jax why I broke up with Cheyenne. But he's purposely avoiding me. I don't know what to do. I've just been going about life as Jax, waiting to change back into myself. But now, how can I ever go back?