Pre-season 1 Alek notices Chloe from afar before he knows she's Mai.
"Dude, Alek, did you see that chick's face when I winked at her? She'd totally do me," one of Alek's school "friends" obnoxiously bragged to him. Mentally he wondered if the kid thought dude was a title because that's the way he'd said it before his name as if the word could hold a place in front of a name similar to Doctor or Duke. What an idiot. With his "friends" at school it was always the same boring, selfish, arrogant conversation. He'd learned to play along in order to fit in, but internally he despised the way the group of people he surrounded himself acted. On autopilot, he made some equally idiotic response to the comment. To amuse himself, he scanned the halls around him, using his Mai hearing to eavesdrop.
"O.M.G. Jennifer, I can't believe you would-" "-it hurt a little at first but it's mostly healed ov-" "No, you ask him!" "-chocolate is my crack." "-cat kept unraveling it and-" "-don't believe you could bend the way you-" "-dude that beat was like wick wacka wicky-" All the voices blended together, nothing interesting popped out at him.
Suddenly, he caught sight of a petite brunette admiring him from down the hall. She turned to say something to her companion. Never one to miss out on a good ego stroking he tuned in to their conversation. The brunette sighed in longing, "how does he manage to always look so, so yummy," she moaned.
"Geeze, Amy, down girl. Careful you don't drool on yourself," the kinky haired blonde teased his admirer.
"Come on, Chloe, you're telling me you aren't even the teensiest little bit attracted to that big hunk of dreamy man muscle?" Amy the brunette gushed. Hmm, that sounded about right. Although, her description sounded eerily close to the way the waiter had described his prime tenderloin last night at dinner.
"Well someone got a big dose of lust with their puberty this week, Ames. Does his personality even factor into the equation?" Chloe said scornfully. Hey, he had a wonderful sparkling personality. He waited for his brunette champion to defend him.
"Well," contemplated Amy, "I'm sure outside of school he's an absolute prince. I mean, he's got a British accent! That, like, has to come with the manners of a gentleman right?"
The blonde snorted. Geeze, how insulting! She didn't know him. "Sure, Amy," Chloe answered sarcastically, "someone that acts like the caveman gift of God to women, objectifying them with his equally prehistoric buddies on a regular basis and looking down his nose at all us mere mortals all the time must secretly turn into Dream Prince at the ring of the end of day bell." "Besides," she giggled, "he always wears skinny jeans. That's just weird. What guy walks around with pants that tight? It's unnatural I tell you!" Hey! He liked his jeans. He'd never heard a girl critique him quite so thoroughly as this one just had. Worse, he had to admit, other than her comment about his jeans, the rest of what she said was to all appearances to an outside observer quite true.