Quick a/n:
I love the Alex Rider series and have been wanting to do a story about him for a while.
Of course, I don't own Alex Rider (yada yada ya)
Chapter 1:
I blew my hair out of my face and stared up at the board. AP lit was my favorite class and usually I had no problem with the assignments we were given, but this assignment involved a partner. My face was already turning scarlet. It wasn't that I didn't have friends. I just didn't have many friends, and certainly none in this class. Which meant that I would be the only one without a partner.
Around me people were already whispering and trying to figure out their groups.
Mr. Moore cleared his throat and everyone looked up.
"You can all stop now. I've already preassigned the groups." He told us, grinning when everyone in the classroom gave a groan of disappointment.
Relieved, I let out a breath.
Little did I know that my life was about to change forever.
Mr. Moore began to call off the pairs.
"Raleigh Smith. . . and Alex Rider."
No. No, no, no. Oh shit.
"This is going to be so much fun," I knew who it was straight away from the English accent.
I peered up through my dark hair to find a boy with tousled blonde hair and milk chocolate eyes standing in front of me.
I swallowed and continued to stare at him.
"Raleighhh," Alex waved his hand in front of my eyes. "Are you in there?"
I blushed, this was even worse than being partnerless.
"Alex." I acknowledged him.
He pulled out the chair beside me and stretched his legs out. God, he took up so much room.
"How on earth did this happen to me?" I wondered aloud.
"I"m hurt," Alex said dramatically. "I happen to be a pleasure to work with."
I couldn't help it, his expression was so funny. My face cracked into a grin.
"Aha!" Alex yelled triumphantly. "There's the smile."
I shoved his shoulder, maybe a little too hard.
Alex was one of the most popular guys in school. He had transferred in sophomore year from England and everyone had found him absolutely fascinating. He was mysterious and funny at the same time. Everyone wanted to be friends with him, wanted to know his life story. Funny thing is, I don't think that anyone really knows who he is. Except for his foster sister, Sabina, of course. She had transferred from England freshman year, and quickly become one of the most popular and sought after girls in the school.
When Alex had come to live with her many of the boys in school had groaned, knowing their chances with her were shot, but it had become clear very quickly that they were just friends.
It did help Alex's popularity that he was stunning to look at. If you didn't hear him speak it was easy to assume that he was a typical California boy. Messy blond hair, tan skin, and a hard muscular body with broad shoulders. Simply speaking, he was gorgeous.
While I had been musing over all this, Alex had been talking to me.
"Raleigh, are you even listening?" He asked.
"Sorry, what?" I said, coming out of my haze.
He sighed. "I said, what do you want do for the project?"
"Oh right. Well, I have a lot of ideas. We should probably get to work soon." I said. "Are you free after school?"
"Sorry, soccer practice." He frowned. "But you could come over after if you want."
Had he just invited me to his house? Absolutely not. Alex may be mysterious, but I had a few secrets too. Embarrassing secrets. Secrets involving him and me, alone, on a bed. I shoved that thought aside.
I blushed again. "Umm, well maybe we could meet at the library instead."
The bell rang, cutting short the awkward conversation.
I stood up, fast, needing to put some distance between the two of us.
Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my wrist.
"You okay, Raleigh?" Alex looked genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, I'll just- I'll see you at the library at 6. Bye."
I all but sprinted out of the room.
