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Chapter 45, Alexander

I need to stop obsessing over her. This can't be healthy. It took all my willpower to not kiss her yesterday. My mind knows what's right but the rest of my body seems to have forgotten.

She's. Not. Interested.

It's like one touch turns my whole world upside down. How did God think that I'm supposed to resist when he made her so goddamn beautiful?

Alex, stop this madness.

But I can't help but wonder if this is how it feels to have a crush? Shit, I think I truly have feelings for a girl for the first time in my life.

"Down to earth Alex!" Max pokes me on my arm and then immediately returns his hand to grip the steering wheel. "What's with the frustrated look?"

"Just thinking," I sigh.

"About?" Max glances at me and then his face turns into a grin. "Oh, I forgot about your epic makeout session from yesterday."

"The fuck are you talking about?" I turn to glare at him but his eyes are back on the road.

"Georgi told me about her interesting conversation with you on the phone last night."

"Of course she did," I mutter.

"So how was it?" Max's nosey ass asks.

"Nothing happened! Literally nothing fucking happened and never will!" I raise my voice and bury my face in my hands.

"Holy shit, you've got it bad man." Max gives me a sympathetic gaze and stops the car. I look up again and realize we're already at school. "It will work out."

"How could you know that? You have this perfect life, both parents live at home, big house and a hot girlfriend." Max face shifts a little when I let out the word 'hot' in the same sentence as 'his girlfriend' but he doesn't say anything about it.

"Have you tried actually talking to her about have you feel?" Max asks and my head snaps up to look at him.

"Talking?" Does he seriously think I would just walk up to Lacey and say 'Hey, I like you very much and the thought of you keeps me up at night. Wanna date?". I don't even know if I'm capable of dating!

"Yeah, you know, open your mouth, let out words, like people do with other human beings these days," Max explains, giving me a look that says 'you're an idiot', and then he clambers out of his car. I follow his action and we weave together to the building.

It's weird to think that this is our last year at Northwood High. Then we will go to different colleges, those of us who get in that is, and never have to face the same people again. The thought is honestly pretty fucking amazing. No more assholes like Wyatt wandering amongst us in the school halls, or chicks like Rachel that you accidently hookup with when wasted and nobody forgets about it, seriously, people still connect me with Rachel.

Max and I head separate ways to our first periods. I walk to the back of the class and take a seat. I swing my black hood over my head and cross my arms over my chest, it's a symbol for 'don't fuck with me today if you want to live the rest of your life in peace'.

People are chatting about a fight that apparently happened after the dance by the parking lot. It was like five days ago and they are still hung up on that? These teenagers love drama.

The teacher walks into the classroom and begins the lesson. Mr. Clark tells us about a project we will be working on the next couple of days. After five minutes into the lesson, the teacher gets interrupted by someone entering the packed room.

"Sorry I'm late," Liam apologizes and starts making his way towards the back of the class. Mr. Clark continues babbling after writing something down on a post-it patch. Liam's eyes catches mine and he gives me a tiny smile, which I by the way don't return. He sits down on the empty seat beside me and I scowl.