Disclaimer: No, I do not own the Alex Rider series. My name is not Anthony Horowitz. I do however, own all characters of my creation, including the beautiful Christina Langhorne.
A/N: If you subscribe to my stories, you should know by now, that I usually don't ever get a story off the ground, but let me tell you, this one will! So don't pass it off like the rest of mine. Anyway, if you're still reading this, stop, because the real story is actually better.
Alex Rider: Alone but not Alone
II Kaeyne II
Alex Rider sat in the back of his Maths class, drumming his fingers on the desk, half asleep, as Mr. Reeder explained systems of equations on the board. His hair, cut short save two strands that hang over his eyes, was soaked through, dripping onto his paper. The thunder crackled ominously outside, setting the mood for the horrible day Alex didn't know was approaching.
Alex wasn't the only one not paying attention to the lesson, however, two rows ahead, Christina Langhorne was absentmindedly doodling on her notebook, her head clouded with thoughts about the boy two rows back that she couldn't get off of her mind. Her long blonde hair fell from behind her ear, momentarily bringing her back to the real world, as she swept it back. She stole a glance over her shoulder at him, looking into his eyes, those deep pools of brown that showed a maturity that they shouldn't at his age.
Alex Rider was the secret heartthrob of Brookland High School, yet he was completely oblivious to the stares he got in the hallway. When he was in the hallway that is, Alex Rider was absent nearly half of the first term, and had already missed a few weeks of second term, and none of the students knew why. The teachers had said he was out with various illnesses, but most students saw right through the excuses. Every time Alex returned to school, he was always more battered and bruised than he was when he left. With one occurrence last term, they had come back from Holiday to find the science building burned to the ground.
It was these mysterious disappearances that all the girls admired. Every single girl was into a guy with something to hide. His mystery wasn't the only thing that made all of the girls crush on him like a wave on a Hawaiian beach, he was in superb physical shape, his lean muscles rippling underneath his uniform, and made all the more evident when he was out on the football field.
A loud slap on his desk brought Alex out of his stupor. Mr. Reeder had slammed a meter stick right in front of his face, causing Alex to snap to attention. "Mr. Rider, maybe you can tell us how we can solve this equation on the board." He said sternly. Alex quickly took in the figures on the board, and doing a quick bit of mental math, announced the answer.
"Mr. Reeder, this solution is inconsistent, it has no solution."
"Very impressive Mr. Rider, it appears my assumption that you were daydreaming was incorrect." He turned back to the board, addressing the whole class as he continued to speak. "Now, if we look at this next equation…" Alex began to drift off again.
He continued to stare ahead, looking at the back of Christina's head, admiring the way her hair hung over her shoulders, splayed out across the back of her uniform. His eyes briefly switched to the clock, noticing the minute hand ticking ever closer to the time that would mark the end of the period.
The minutes slowly ticked by, as he continued to drum his fingers on the desk creating a rhythmic tapping sound that echoed around the classroom between Mr. Reeder's words. His thoughts drifted back to those of Christina Langhorne, the girl that held his attention like a vice grip. The way her hips swayed as she walked, the way her hair fluttered gracefully in the wind, her laugh that rang like wind chimes through the hall, and the way she looked at him, with her piercing blue eyes, as if she was looking right into his soul, all sucked him away into a fantasy world, where she was his. "If only that's what she thought of me." echoed through his head.
Christina stole another glance back at Alex, staring deep into his eyes, trying to get him to notice her. After a few seconds she noticed his eyes were almost clouded over, off in some fantasy land, and she spun back around in her seat, drifting off into her own fantasy world where he was hers. "If only that was how he thought of me." echoed through her head. She thought of Alex holding her close to his toned chest, using his thick biceps to keep her from leaving. She imagined him leaning his head closer to her face, his nose touching hers, She saw him rotate his head sideways, and move his lips closer and closer to hers, millimeter by millimeter. Right before he made contact, however, the clang of the bell echoed through her head, and she was drawn back into Mr. Reeder's room. She cursed her luck as she packed her books into her backpack, and headed off to her locker.
Alex continued his fantasy daydream about Christina, he saw himself holding her close against his chest, feeling her heart beat against his pectorals, he moved his head closer, and his nose was touching hers. She rotated her head sideways, and millimeter by millimeter, she drew her full, red lips closer to his, Right before she made contact, however, the clang of the bell echoed through his head, drawing him back to Mr. Reeder's room. He cursed his luck as he threw his books into his backpack. He slung it over his shoulder, watching Christina as she sauntered out of the classroom, and drudged along behind her, heading to his locker.
He threw his backpack in his locker, and was just slamming it shut as he heard his name called from down the hallway. He spun and saw Tom Harris jogging down the hall towards him, tossing him a quick wave. "Come on man, you need to snap out of your little daze, we have practice now!" Alex reached back into his locker, pulling out a black gym bag, monogrammed with the Brookland emblem.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, let me go get changed, I don't feel like playing in my school pants today."
"Sure, just hurry up, you don't want coach to make you run laps do you?"
"Who knows? Maybe I do!" he yelled back, as the door to the locker room swung shut. He reached up, undoing the top button on his school polo, and pulled it over his head, taking his white undershirt with it. He tossed tight Brookland Football T-shirt over his head, and it fell across his shoulders as he undid the belt holding up his school trousers. He pulled on a pair of light blue mesh shorts, and laced on his cleats, tossing his uniform into the black bag, zipping it up on the way back into the hallway. All of the girls turned their heads to watch him walk down the hallway, admiring his rippling muscles and lean body underneath the tight clothing.
He jogged across the street to the football complex in the park, as his school didn't have their own football field. He witnessed the rest of the team doing their pre-practice stretches, and he glanced at his watch. The time read 3:28, he had two minutes to make it onto the fields. He looped his bag around his neck and broke into a full out sprint, just making in to the stretching circle when the coach blew his whistle.
Coach Morris was in peak physical condition for his age, and while he was nearly 40, he still managed to outpace many of the boys on the team during sprints. He was not someone you wanted to get on the bad side of. The boys converged into a loose huddle and dropped down to one knee. After they broke from the huddle, Alex engaged in some shooting practice with the teams goalie, Connor McCormack. After a few penalty shots, Alex spun around to find a familiar looking man leading an apathetic Dalmatian over to the bleachers. Alex sighed out loud. "Why today of all days?" The man was no other than MI6's John Crawley, the one who was always sent out to bring Alex back to the Royal and General bank to meet with Alan Blunt. This was where Alex differed from Tom Harris, Connor McCormack, and the rest of the guys at Brookland High School. Alex was a teenage spy for MI6.
He had gone on 7 missions for them already, endangering his life every time, the risk being greater and greater as they sent him on more important missions. It had all began when his uncle, Ian Rider, had been shot and killed by the ruthless assassin Yassen Gregorovich, on the way back from a mission in Cornwall, Europe. After this, Alex was left with just his housekeeper Jack Starbright to watch over him. MI6 used this to blackmail him into doing their dirty work, anything from infiltrating top-secret computer plants, to scuba diving into booby-trapped caves, and even getting sent into outer space. After one mission, he had even received a gunshot wound to the chest, and was put into the hospital for several weeks.
As practice ended, he saw Mr. Crawley tugging the dog across the field, walking towards him. He called out Alex's name, and Alex did the first thing that came to mind. He ran. Alex ran as fast as he could, scooping his bag up off the sidelines as he did. He dodged the rush hour traffic across the street, and made it to the bike shed on Brookland's campus. He entered the four-digit code on the bottom of the padlock, and began to pedal as fast as he could. Weaving through traffic, he took the path home he had memorized a long time ago, cutting as many corners as he could.
He left his bike propped against the short staircase leading up to the front door of his late Uncle's house, and dashed inside. "Jack, I'm home!" he called out, there was no response. "Jack are you there?" He called again. He began to wander past the living room, and he took a turn into his kitchen.
There, on the floor, lay Jack Starbright, a large bloody hole sat right between her eyes. The floor was crusted with dried blood, that he could only assume to be hers. He broke down into tears, crashing onto the couch, sobbing like a two-year-old child. A ringing echoed through his house, and there at the door, stood Mr. Crawley.
A/N: So, what did you guys think? Is it good so far? Not descriptive enough? Too short? Let me know through REVIEWS! Please, please review, I want reviews, they make my day! Anyway, keep your eyes out for Chapter 2 coming soon!
P.S.: This story will contain a lot of pointless fluff! But between who? You shall have to wait and find out!
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