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Chapter 41, Alexander

It doesn't take long until I'm bored on waiting. I've been sitting on the same spot now in ten minutes. Maybe Lacey got caught up with her friends? I'll just find one of them and ask. There is only one problem, Georgi is the only one of them that I know. Hopefully she isn't still making out with Max. But I doubt she is because the homecoming king and queen are soon announced and I don't think they would want to miss it.

I get up from my seat and start walking to the corner where I last saw them. It's not an easy task. I have to push people out of the way to get any further. When I'm nearly where I saw them last, I catch sight of someone I recognize. My brother. He's talking to his date and his friends, which I've weirdly enough never met. Or perhaps I have but I haven't had the energy to memorize the event. It doesn't take long until he notices me too.

"Look who we have here, my favorite brother!" Jonathan says with a smirk on his face. Why is that statement so unlike Jonathan? Is he always like this with his friends?

"Your only brother," I correct him and his friends laughs. Noobs. Jonathan glances behind me like he is looking for someone.

"Where's Lacey?" He furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head.

"I'm wondering the same thing," I sigh and cross my arms over my chest.

"Omg, Jonathan's brother, the most popular guy at school, got stood up!" One of the guys lets out and chuckles. The other two boys look at him and try to hold in their laughter. I clenche my fist and meet this mother fucker's eyes.

"Watch it kid, or do you wanna get beaten up by 'the most popular guy at school'?" I question him with a monotonous tone. The boy lifts his hand and places it under his chin, thinking about my offer.

"I mean, it would be kind of sick," he says and I raise my fist to hit him right in the face. Just when I'm about to complete my punch, Max jumps in the way and interrupts me. My gaze moves from the kid to Max.

"Alex, he's not worth it," Max casually states and turns to face my brother and his stupid ass friends. "You don't wanna pay for his doctor bills when the poor child is covered in bruises," Max tells me and I grin to his awesome sentence.

"Jonathan, what's your idiot friend's name?" I ask my brother. Seriously, where did he meet such a douchey guy? And the most important question is, why did he become friends with him?

Jonathan peeks at his friend, unsure if he should answer me. Then he clears his throat. "Wyatt," he says. "Wyatt Carlson." Good.

"Okay Wyatt Carlson, the next time we meet it will be on my terms, probably at night when we come to your house. You should know better than to mess with me." And with that I tramp away, Max following swiftly behind me. I can hear a gulp coming from this wannabe Wyatt dude.

"What was that about?" Max wonders when we are out of their hearing range.

"Tell me about it," I give him a look. "I don't know either. Juniors can be so fucking stupid."

"Can't argue with that."

"Anyway, have you seen Lacey anywhere?" We stop near the scene where the king and queen are soon going to be announced.

"No, none of her friends know where she is either." Max gives me a sympathetic look and panic takes over me. The color of my face vanishes. I didn't overstep, did I? When we danced? Or has something else happened to her? Okay, calm down Alex. She is probably fine. What could have happened on a high school dance? Nothing. Or somebody could have touched... No stop. I am totally overreacting.

"Um, I need to make a phone call," I tell Max and he nods. I rapidly move to a quiet and empty corridor. My fingers shake as I type in Lacey's name. I lift the phone to my ear and wait.

"Hello?"

"Lacey? Are you okay?" I blurt out.

"Uh, I guess I'm fine," she answers. So nothing bad has happened. That means that she's upset with me.

"Where are you?"

"I had to go home-" she starts but is cut off by another voice.

"Is that Alex?" The voice says. That voice. I would recognize it anywhere. Liam. She left me here and went home with Liam!? I'm going to kill him. A slow, painful death.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" I yell into the phone. "You left with Liam! That fucking idiot!"

"What? No! I can expl-" Lacey begins but I hang up and throw the phone to the wall. Then I sink to the floor and bury my face in my hands. My eyes start to water and I let out a sob.

When has a girl ever had this much power over me? Is it normal?

Lacey disappeared with Liam.

Liam.

Without telling me. She just... left.

"Fuck!" I shout and hit the concrete floor with my right hand. I welcome the pain it releases. The blood streams down my arm when I lift it up. My expensive suit is ruined but I really couldn't give a shit.

I just sit there for a couple of minutes, collecting myself. A single tear escapes from my eyes again before I stand up. I'm acting like a heartbroken boy which doesn't make any sense. You can't be heartbroken if you aren't in love. Lacey and I aren't even a couple. So I need to get my shit together.

I grab my smashed phone and walk back to the ballroom. I'm met by Isabelle who looks concerned. I can't deal with her right now. I start to move past her but she takes a hold of my bloody arm. Her eyes widen when she sees the red stains on my suit but she doesn't let go of me.

"I saw you walk in there, you seemed pretty upset," Isabelle explains calmly and I bite my lower lip, not meeting her eyes. "Do you need anything?"

"Maybe a ride home?"

"Or you could stay over at my place?" she suggest. That doesn't sound too bad. I wouldn't mind getting my brain off things.

"Okay." I accept her offer and a smile forms on her lips. "I just need to do something first."

"Of course, I'll wait outside."

It doesn't take long until I find Max. He has his backpack next to him on the floor. He gives me a question look when I snatch the backpack and take the bottle out of it.

"What happened to your hand!?" Max asks worried when he scans me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" I say angrily and toss the backpack aside. Max raises his eyebrows at me and I quaff the alcohol. Then I lift the bottle up and call out "Cheers!" and stamp away to Isabelle's car.

Isabelle is leaning towards it as I reach her.

"Wasn't so sure you would show up," she says. I plant a kiss on her lips and feel a smile creep on hers.

"Could you do me a favor?" I ask when I pull away.

"Anything." Her dark blue eyes are on fire.

"Keep me distracted tonight."

"Shouldn't be a problem," she giggles and we climb into her car.

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