Title: Tired of Reality
Rating: PG-13
Category: A&I but does include other CC couples
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: This is a Roswell rewrite, focusing in on Alex and Isabel.
Author's Note: My first fic for awhile. Input would be nice.
Prolouge
I tried to think of the days when thing were normal. When I didn't have to lie to my friends everyday about what's really going on in my life. When I didn't have to avoid everyone I knew. But, I left normal awhile ago, and believe it or not, I like it here. What's so great about normal anyways?
"Can you explain to me why we have to run the mile today? Maybe, instead, we can-"
"Play dodgeball? Come on, Whitman. Get over yourself!" Evan and his friends laughed at Alex, causing others to do the same. But, he ignored them. Alex never understood popular people anyways. Wow, just because you're the quarterback of the football team, you can get all the attention? Actually, Alex didn't mind that part too much. But what did tick Alex off was that it wasn't enough for people like Evan to be popular. But that fact that they have to make fun of people just really pissed him off.
"Idiots," Alex mumbled to himself.
"What did you say?" Coach Mayer glared at him, with those dark, intimidating eyes. They always gave Alex the wiggins, but something always calmed him down: his face. From the first time he saw him, Mr. Mayer always reminded him of a pig. He could never remember why though…
"WHITMAN!" he yelled, but snorted at the same time.
Ahh. There you go. Whenever Mr. Mayer got mad, he would snort, exactly like a pig.
"Coach," Evan announced to him. "He called you an idiot."
Evan had just crossed the line. He can make fun of me all he wants, but Mr. Mayer is snorting like crazy. I would get a detention for sure.
"Coach Mayer, look, I said 'idiots.' S! That would mean that it's plural. And you're not plural. Well, you are twice the size of me. So you can be plural. But you're not!"
Coach Mayer threw Alex a detention slip in frustration, and pushed Alex out of his office, slamming the door closed. I probably just confused him, Alex thought, as he walked onto the track.
Changing had taken Alex forever. He had been trying to catch his breathe from running the mile. Well, more like miles. Evan had gotten him in more trouble with the coach, and Alex had to run two or three miles.
"Still changing, Whitman?" Evan and his groupies said in unison. "Maybe I can help you speed that up a bit." He slammed Alex's locker closed, and ran away laughing like a bunch of immature five year olds. And as Alex thought about it, that's exactly what they were.
But as Alex tried to get his locker open again, he had a hard time doing so. His mind was blanking out, and he just couldn't remember his locker combination. He kicked his feet against his locker, and soon after, he started screaming in pain.
"Anyone in there?" a familiar voice spread throughout the locker room.
"Uhh, who is it?"
He had heard someone walk inside the locker room, and quickly ran around, looking for something to cover his body up. But as he was running around the locker room, he bumped into someone he didn't expect to see.
Isabel Evans.
TBC?