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Alex Rider.
The druggie. The loser. The sick kid. The freak. The gangster.
Who was he? Well he's my friend. At least, Sam thought he was. Who is he anyway? Is he all of those? Or he is none of those? Alex Rider. The kid, the blond brown-eyed guy, my ex-friend... what was he to Sam? He used to be cool. Sam recalled those days where he was like any other kid. Yeah... the kind that got good grades, was good at something, had a big group of friends... laughed... had fun... was a kid. He didn't do that anymore. Alex didn't laugh. He didn't have fun. Did that mean Alex Rider, Sam's previous friend, wasn't a kid anymore? So... what was he?
Sam could be watching Alex in class one day and the next he just wouldn't be there. No one got sick that much. What illness in the world makes you sick for weeks at a time? Sam most definitely couldn't think of any at all unless you were simply placed in the hospital 24/7. That was not the case though. So what was the case? A druggie? No, Alex wasn't the type. Sam knew that wasn't him, that wasn't the Alex he knew. The signs did add up, slightly, but there was always a crack. Always something that didn't add up, something wrong. He was always tired, could that be a sign of drugs?
Alex's grades were dropping, he was never there. What would have caused that? Could he be stupid enough to actually not come to school? Over a handful of drugs? No... a loser. Is that what he had become? Sam frowned as he thought, absentmindedly walking to class. He didn't care if he was late, why would he? The worst he would get would be a warning. Who cares.
A loser huh? Is that what you've become Alex Rider? Sam's forehead creased in thought. Could he really think of his friend, his ex-friend, as a loser? Was Alex a loser? He wasn't before. He never was. He's cool, well, used to be at least. Something was wrong, Sam knew it. Somehow, no one had the eyes to see it. Alex wasn't didn't do drugs. He wasn't a loser. He wasn't sick. Yes he was weird, but he wasn't a freak. Alex didn't necessarily do anything out of the norm. At least, nothing that no one could see.
No one except Sam. He did something, something dark. Sam opened his classroom door, just as the bell rang. At least he wasn't late. "Sam, it's nice of you to join us. I expect you'll be here earlier tomorrow...?" Mr. Currier phrased it like a question, but the message was implied. Don't be late again. Whatever, he didn't care. Sam sighed as he made his way toward his chair, "Yes sir." He could here quiet snickers. He didn't find it funny, but then again, everyone was late once in awhile. Same pulled out his chair silently and sat down, letting his bag fall to the floor.
His light blue eyes searched the room. There. Alex Rider. That kid. So, he actually showed up today. Sam watched him, as did nearly everyone else. His head was down, blond locks falling over his face as he took notes. Sam inwardly snorted, could he be wrong? No way, maybe it was an act. Sam studied his actions. The way Alex glanced up the board, tired, but eager. His eyes were cleared at the moment, concentrated. That wasn't how he used to look. He used to be like everyone else, bored. Not wanting to study. Why did he change? Why did he want to learn? What was wrong? Couldn't he tell his friend?
Obviously not. He only told that kid. Tom Harris. Why him though? Was Sam not a good enough friend? Had he failed as a friend? What had he done wrong? Consciously he knew it was not just him, but rather Alex Rider. He was the one who changed. Had he? Yes, he was different. Sam could see he was tensed, always. He looked calm, but he seemed ready to jump out at a moment's notice. Why would he need to do that? Sam knew about the bullying, the whispers. He never joined them, but he never stopped them. What was he going to do? He himself did not want to be gossiped about.
Alex didn't seem to care though, words falling on deaf ears. He was busy working, always working, always doing something. Sam did this, every day, watching him as did others. He wasn't a stalker, but he wanted to find out what was happening. Every time he disappeared, Alex would always come back different, darker, something always changed. His eyes were always flickering back and forth, watching everything and everyone. Why...? His body would flinch at loud noises, regular noises caused by stupid teenagers. Why...? His face covered in minuscule scars and bruises. Hardly noticeable, simply accidents he would always claim. Was that what really happened?
Why can you confess Alex Rider? Let the world know? Can we not help? Were we not there for you enough? Why Tom Harris? Why him? That kid. Can anyone help? What's happening? Is it a bother... us trying to help? Can't you let us in, just a bit? Let someone in? Mr. Bray? Mrs. Bedfordshire? Me? Have you told Tom? If I asked, would he tell? Why...? Sam's eyes narrowed. Alex Rider... who are you?
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