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Chapter 29, Alexander

Lacey is about to pick me up in ten minutes. My eyes scan over my outfit. I'm wearing black shorts and a black t-shirt. A little bit depressing perhaps, but I don't really give a shit. My brown hair is messy but it suits with the rest of the look. The blue sparkling eyes on my face step out as always.

Wait. What am I doing again? I'm examining myself, for what, a girl? God I'm hopeless. I shake my head and run both of my hands through my hair.

Jonathan is out with some friends, honestly, didn't think he had any, and dad is watching TV in the living room. We haven't exactly talked after my little burst out on Tuesday.

I pitter-patter downstairs and glance at my dad behind a corner. He seems tense and is tapping with his hand on his right knee in a rhythm. I begin to step away but the parquet lets out a cracking sound. Fuck. I don't have the time to deal with this right now.

"Alexander?" My father's head snaps up towards the corner I'm standing behind. Sighing, I make myself visible.

"Dad."

"How are you?" He wonders without an accusatory look on his face like I had assumed he would have.

"Okay, I guess?" My answer comes out more like a question. But how am I supposed to know have I feel?

"Good," my father states and gives me a half smile. "That's good."

This conversation couldn't get any more awkward.

I slowly nod with a blank face written on me and start to turn away. Weirdly enough, dad doesn't stop me or ask where I'm going. I still really need to have a talk with Jonathan. He should mind his own damn business and don't be a nosy little brother.

I grab the keys to the house and head outside to wait on Lacey because I can't bare to be inside alone with my father for another minute. I sit down on our doorstep.

My phone flashes and I look down at it. A message from Isabelle. Didn't I make it pretty clear in the school cafeteria that I am off limits for the day? I open the text, it reads: Seeing you at the party tomorrow since you couldn't do anything today?.

A party? Tomorrow?

Just as I begin to type back, Lacey's old Volvo pulls up on the driveway. I jump up from the ground and make my way to the passenger seat.

"Hey," I greet her when I clamber inside the car.

"Hi, sorry if I'm a little late," Lacey apologizes and puts a strand of her hair behind her right ear.

"It's fine," I state and fasten the seatbelt. "So where are we heading?"

"I thought you could teach me how to play golf? Do you know any good places?" She asks and turns to face me.

"Well there is this one place near the marina. I haven't been there in years but I guess it's still up."

"Okay sounds good, show me the way," Lacey seems excited about our little golf tour. As she drives I take a moment to study her. Her face is clear and it seems like she isn't wearing that much of makeup today. She still looks like a goddamn angel.

I start to direct us towards the green golf field. The ride doesn't take long. Lacey drives safely. Does she even remember me giving her a ride home last week? That would be awkward if she didn't. And if she does then what does she think about the whole lake swimming part?

"Do you remember anything from last Friday?" I question as we step out of the red car, a little bit unsure if I should bring this up at all.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I don't usually drink that much," Lacey assures me.

"You don't mind that I drove without a license?"

"Well since you didn't crash the car I guess I don't, but I'm not sure if I would like to experience that again," she gives me a look as we walk down to the reception.

"Would have been nice if my dad thought the same way..." I mutter underneath my breath, not quite sure if Lacey can hear it.

"Thanks for taking me home by the way, I really appreciate it," she thanks me with a smile.

"I kind of owed you one," I say and meet her brown eyes.

We arrive at the reception desk and hire golf bags and pay for everything necessary. We walk to the first golf course and I start to explain what the different clubs are used for. She nods but I don't think she got all the information that I just tried to plant into her head.

"Okay, so you hold it like this," I step behind her to show her what I mean as we stand on the first course. I can feel her tense which makes me grin. My hands cover hers, I swing them back and she follows my actions carefully. When I see that she got the hang of it I step backwards. "Now try it by yourself."

Lacey positions herself and takes a quick glance at the course before trying to imitate what I just taught her. She hits the ball but it flies straight to the bushes besides us.

"What the hell?" Lacey raises her voice and I have to bite my tongue to not laugh at her bad skills.

"Watch and learn." I smirk at her and place another ball on the ground. I swing the club and make a perfect shot. The ball lands near the green and a smile takes over my face. Didn't think I still had it in me, it was so long ago I last played golf. "And that's how you do it."

"Show off... How did you get so good at this anyway?" Lacey asks, clearly a little mad that her shot didn't go as planned.

"I used to play with my family all the time."

"Did your dad teach you how to play?" Lacey wonders. I hesitate before answering her.

"Nope, mostly my mother," I mumble and begin to walk towards the bushes to search for Lacey's ball.

"May I ask you what happened to her? You don't have to answer if you don't want to," Lacey questions carefully. I don't actually want to talk about it. I haven't really talked about it at all in the last three years, but something about Lacey makes me want to spill it all out.

"Things got shitty and she left three years ago without even saying goodbye. Haven't heard from her since," I sigh and bite my bottom lip, avoiding to look behind me as I walk.

"I'm sorry, that must have been hard for you." Lacey places her hand on my right shoulder which immediately sends a weave of ease through my body. I slowly turn around to gaze at her. Her brown eyes meet mine.

"That's not even the worst part," I can feel my eyes start to water a bit but I rapidly blink them away. "What about your mother?" I ask, trying to draw the attention away from me.

"She left us when I was four, I remember almost nothing about her," Lacey shrugs.

"Lucky you. Remembering what used to be sucks," I state.

We're now standing in front of each other with just a few inches space between us. I can practically feel her breath on my skin. I'm still extremely obvious of her hand on my shoulder. I find it harder to think than normal.

Lacey's hair hangs loose and is waving by the wind. I don't know what it is, but something about her makes me feel weak. It's like she has this aura around her which affects me as soon as I catch sight of her. My eyes wander down to her perfectly formed mouth.

"I guess so, but-," Lacey begins to say but I cut her off with leaning closer and pressing my lips against hers. 

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