A/N: I'm not good with summaries, so sorry. lol This is my first ever fiction, and I kind of have no idea where I want to go with this, so it might get confusing from time to time. Be nice, although some feedback would be awesome. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Oh yeah, this story was based/inspired by real events. haha but VERY VERY loosely based on it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Whatever I put into this thing, I don't own any of it. It belongs to the creator, unless it is a plot/storyline/character/place that I have come up with myself.
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Alex Kelly's Point of View
Her name is Marissa Cooper.
With her tall, lanky frame, and chestnut hair, she basically ruled Harbor High.
She hung with those grunting apes called water-polo players and those two-sizes-too-small cheerleaders (aka bimbos).
She was social chair of Harbor.
Her best friend, Summer Roberts was pretty much attached to her side at all times (ALL times.).
She dated Ryan Atwood, the sorriest excuse for a 'man'. God, how I despise Ryan. Mainly because he had Marissa, but that's not the point.
Marissa had it all. The money, the title, the man, her life was basically laid out for her. At least that's what I thought.
My name's Alex Kelly, and this is the girl I've been infatuated with for over 3 years now. I guess I can say that I've been 'watching' Marissa Cooper for the past 3 years, call it stalking, I just call it 'close-watching'. Although I wouldn't call it 'stalking', because the majority of the time I could've sworn she was 'watching' me right back.
How about we start from the beginning..
It was my first day of Freshman year at Harbor.
I walked through those front doors and instantly, my eyes fell upon a beautiful brunette's backside. Obviously I didn't see her face since she was talking to some tiny girl with even darker hair who looked like she was gonna keel over in a heart-attack from just standing in that hallway, with her back facing me. I guess it was love-at-first-sight-of-booty. Okay, sorry excuse for a joke. She then turned looking nervously around and our eyes met for the first time. God, her eyes. She had the most amazing pair of hazel eyes I had ever laid mine on. She had this cute little crooked smile that I have to be honest, induced a tiny smile to subconsciously creep up onto my face. How I knew she was also a Freshman, I don't know, but I guess it was just the fact that her face just screamed nervous-ecstatic, yet it showed a hint of sadness. A sadness that seemed as if it were engraved in her. But I quickly dismissed it. I suddenly had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't quite put my finger on what that feeling was, but it was definitely new. My breath caught and I unconsciously kept walking aimlessly until I ran straight smack-dab into the wall already bearing various posters for sports teams and clubs. Unfortunately, the beautiful brunette and her friend had seen, and I looked over in her direction to see the shorter brunette laughing and pointing. Whereas, the taller of the two had a look of worry on her face but soon turned to an awkward smile as she looked at her friend. "Omigosh, Marissa look at that idiot! She just walked straight into the wall!" The shorter brunette said loudly enough for the whole of Harbor High to hear. I felt myself turn a shade of crimson that would have matched my My Chemical Romance t-shirt had I not changed out of it 2 minutes before leaving the house half an hour ago. I looked over once again hoping to redeem myself by putting on the biggest smile I could muster, only to see a short little smug looking sandy-haired boy walk up to the one called 'Marissa' and put his arm around her (however, she was quite tall for his height so he had to stretch a bit) and lead her away alongside the short brunette. As I ducked my head and quickly tried to get myself out of there for the sake of my high school career, I ran straight into a chicken-armed dark haired boy clutching onto his little stack of comic books for dear life. Boy, isn't today just perfect?? "Oh sorry! I didn't see you there!" a just-out-of-puberty voice spoke. "It's okay. WHOA is that Fantastic 4?!?" "Yeah! I have all of them!" "Cool! My name's Alex by the way" "Oh, I'm Seth, Seth Cohen." in a tone that wasn't far from 007. I laughed at his uncanny attempt at Bond. I think I'm gonna like this kid. "Well, Seth Cohen, wanna hang out with me at lunch?" "Sure!" His face lit up instantly.
And yes, my friends, that was how I met Seth Cohen. Yet still his comic book-loving self, we've been best friends since that fateful first day of Freshman year.
How about some background on myself shall I?
My name's Alex Kelly.
My best friend is Seth Cohen.
I don't live with my parents, that's a whole nother story.
I'm 17 years old, a senior at Harbor High, and I am infatuated with a girl named Marissa Cooper.
Some would call me different. I'd be that "punk-rocker, rebel, lesbian-looking smoker who looks like she could bite your head off if you give her the stink-eye" as Seth would put it, kind of girl. I guess I was a little intimidating. As a matter-of-fact, I am a lesbian. Unfortunately, I do smoke. And yes, I guess I am a rebel. And to make it 4 out of 4, I love punk music. Music is basically my passion. No wonder my only friend was Seth Cohen. Oh, and Anna, who is rarely ever around nowadays. You'll get to meet her later. But for now, this reminiscence has one point. And her name's Marissa Cooper.
Ever since that day I first laid eyes on that brunette, I couldn't seem to take them off whenever she was in the same vicinity. It was as if I had a switch that automatically went off when she walked into the room, and my eyes would automatically avert towards her direction.
That day, Seth and I were sitting in the Harbor High Cafeteria, me picking at my wilted salad, and him scarfing down his corn dog. We were talking about what was going on this coming Saturday as I soon heard the door open and close and cries of shrill laughter and high-pitched "OMGs" filled the area.
It was like everything had suddenly faded away as I turned towards the interruption of the usual Harbor High chatter.
Mesmerizing, hazel eyes locked onto mine.
We gazed at each other for what seemed like hours, but really was only a mere 4 seconds.
She smiled her all-too-familiar crooked smile of hers, while I felt myself probably grinning like an idiot. I felt my heart skip a beat as she walked right by, close enough for me to get a whiff of that achingly sweet scent.
It had been a full minute since she passed by with her entourage, and I was still out in Alex's La-La Land when I felt a sharp pain to my right leg.
"Ow! FUCK Seth! That one hurt!"
"I'm sorry blondie, but you were drooling again."
"Was I? Damn."
We talk as if this was a daily thing. But it was .. is. Not even daily. More like hourly.
This process goes on probably every passing period in the hallways, or during lunch, or even in the Harbor High parking lot; Hazel eyes lock onto blue ones. Alex drools, gets a kick from Seth, we've come to get used to it.
This had been going on for the last 3 years. Yes, I said 3 years. But, obviously she has no idea who the hell I am.
I'm just another outsider, looking in on her perfect life, with her perfect friends, and her perfect boyfriend of 4 years. Yet every single time I locked eyes with her, that same sadness I saw on the first day was still there. Still evident behind every crooked smile, every laugh.
God, how I love it when she laughs. It's almost angelic when she does. It's as if her true soul is being shone through.
I can't help but think of myself as always being the one on the outside, watching her life while I'm sitting here, wishing I'd be the one to make her laugh. The one to make her smile.
I wanted nothing more than to hold her in my arms forever. Okay...sounding creepy now. Moving on.
Seth obviously knows all about my little crush on Miss Cooper. That was why I appointed him "Official Alex Kicker-If-She-Starts-Drooling Man" I once settled for 'stare-stopper' but he insisted on labeling himself.
"So you up for The Bait Shop tomorrow night?"
Focusing back to the scrawny black haired boy sitting in front of me, I replied, slightly annoyed,
"Seth, Friday's my night off, and I work there. Why would I want to party at my workplace?"
"I don't know, just thought you'd like to hang out with Anna and I. Supposedly she's bringing by her new girl. You all can demonstrate some lesbo-moves for me" He grinned cocking his eyebrows deviously.
"Seth, what the fuck? No, never in your pathetic scrawny little life, and Anna's gonna be there? Alright, I guess I'll go. I haven't seen that chick in ages. Guess we finally get to meet the girl who's been keeping her from her life." I threw my less-than-half eaten salad towards the trashcan, the fact that it being 3 feet off barely phasing me.
"Hmm...I don't know, Anna says the girl's from LA. She won't tell me her name though, wants us to meet her Friday."
"Huh...well should be interesting."
And with that, we walked off to our next class.