Simon's Secret (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 1

I admired the many jewels surrounding me. They were beautiful, but I didn't plan on paying for anything, and I wasn't a robber. Even so, there were police officers all around me. Okay, there were really only three, but how many did they need to arrest a seventeen year old girl?

"Alexandra," one of them, Officer Brad, greeted. "Glad to see you're doing good this evening. Unfortunately, miss Jennifer isn't.. I'm going to need you to come for a little ride with me." I rolled my eyes and did as he asked. The next cop, a rookie, as far as I could tell, grinned at me.

The men then stood me up and walked me to their car. "Shotgun!" I called before we climbed in, but I guess they didn't hear me. The rookie shoved me into the back of car and then sat down next to me. He obviously didn't know who I was. He would, though, after just a few more... meetings. We could even get friendly now!

Brad was driving and his partner Drew had taken my spot. I had never really liked Drew... He was the one who usually told me where I would end up going. Today it turned out that I was going home instead of a holding cell. I'd actually only been in the cell two times, but I had ridden in this car at least five. I noticed a familiar coffee stain and smiled, remembering when I had made Brad spill it.

We arrived at my home a few minutes later. My dad was waiting on the front porch, frowning. I stepped out before him and found myself unable to meet his gaze.

He thanked the officers for dropping me off and walked inside. I followed him, gently closing the door behind me. My father headed into the kitchen, where he took a seat at the dinner table. I sat across from him, still looking at the ground.

"Why, Alex?" he asked, running a tired hand through his hair. "You know I've already been busy this week! You had no right to punch that girl." I opened my mouth to protest, but he stopped me. "Alex, I know you threw the first punch. Don't deny it. You're lucky Brad was there to stop you before things got too far out of hand. And don't bother me with excuses."

I indignantly replied, "Dad, she was being rude. Said I couldn't afford anything in that store and I belonged on the streets. You want me to just let her?" His eyes softened - only a little, but I could tell he almost understood by now. But he would never understand. He would never understand how hard it was to be something that shouldn't exist.

"No," my father said quietly. "But there are other ways to deal with that, Alex." That was it. I was done trying to reason with him.

I stood up with tears in my eyes and stormed down the hall. I understood that my dad had been under a lot of pressure lately, but didn't he realize that I had it worse? I had a made-up last name, for crying out loud! I never had friends over. My friends never met my family. Why? Because I was a secret.

Usually, I didn't mind that. My dad went on with his life like a normal person - or as normal as his life could get - and I went on with mine. We were pretty close to each other, but he was always doing his work or in some other country.

For now, though, I was pretty upset. And to channel my anger, I began rapidly texting a few of my friends about how much life sucked. They responded with "I know right?"s and "what's wrong, Alex?"s. To the ones who asked, I just told them that I got in a fight with some girl in a jewelry shop and then my dad got angry.

After most of those conversations had ended, I lie down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I knew that I would get up in just a few minutes, but for right now I just wanted to chill out, maybe think about what had gone on throughout the day.

Before the fight, my friend Maya and I had been at a Starbucks, just talking. We did that a lot... Anways, about halfway through our conversation, my dad called. He said I needed to get home so we could talk, but I decided to go to that store first. Just to look at a few necklaces before heading home, you know?