Alex's Point of view
Three years ago
Chapter Two: Secrets
I know that there is a difference between what is right and what feels right. The question is do I really care if my true happiness is a simple step away in a bad direction. To answer that, it's constantly changing for me, as if the needle is stuck between two groves on a record. Repeatedly playing until I step right or left.
Everybody just assumes that because I am Alex Russo, I will always go left, away from standard protocol, because I don't care about consequences. Which is debatable really, I just choose the route that feels right, not caring about anyone's feelings. Saying 'screw everyone else'. It just so happens to be a left turn most of the time. Believe it or not, I hate to disappoint the people I love. I just don't want anyone else to see that, especially my family. Maybe, in some weird way it's what I tell myself at night to sleep better.
That thought made me giggle slightly under my breath hand's in my jacket pockets as I approached Dean, pulling a cigarette from his chapped lips.
"S'funny Russo?" He puffed a cloud of hot burning smoke in my direction then ran a hand though his slicked back greasy hair.
"Nothing, just thinking." I sighed then crossed my arms as his posse showed up around the corner of the building. Shivering from the cold I huffed, the school looked so dead at nighttime.
"Want one?" Dean handed me a cigarette and he slid it between my two pouted lips. He lit it, the nicotine relaxing me instantly.
"So, are we doing this or what?" I raised my eyebrow challenging Dean to do something, but he just smirked. I breathed the smoldering drug toxins out my nose slowly. Pulling the cigarette from my lips and let it sit between my fingers. He took a step closer, the smoke bathing my already flushed face as he dropped the used bud. Grinding it beneath his the heel of his shoe, while his hand made its way pulling me up against him. Holding my posture, I peaked up at his dangerous eyes under my black bangs. I put the bud back between my lips once more, inhale, and exhale.
"Someone's a little eager." He breathed and I pushed him away making everyone laugh; he shook his head and nodded. "Yeah, I am ready, are you, Russo?" I smirked, and placed my hands upon my hips after I tossed the half-used bud onto the ground.
"What does it look like?" I asked and he just chuckled.
"Looks like you're trying too hard." He nudged to his boys and they all laughed again.
"Fuck off Dean, let's just do this already." I bit and headed to the back gym door before them. Making sure no one was around I pulled out my wand. After whispering the spell, I opened the door and shoved my wand back in my boot.
"Eh, Russo. You never showed us you had they key." I smiled as they walked up to the already open door.
"Perks of living, with the school dork-o." I bit upon my bottom lips trying to hide my smile. "The only I might add..." I scoffed then we all walked into the gym. We went into the locker room and sat down upon benches, or the ground.
I sat between Dean's legs upon the ground wrapping my arms around his neck, turning me so I was facing him. He smirked, leaning towards me and his lips found my neck, sucking on the dip in my right collarbone. I moaned lightly, forgetting where we were, earning some hoots and whistles. I tried to pull away slightly embarrassed by the audience, but was stopped when Dean moved so that I was laying upon the cold tile ground.
"Relax Russo…," he mumbled against my skin, and I shifted uncomfortably. He seemed to get the picture and rolled over. "You know you always get like this, it's just sex sweetheart, get over it." Then he got up and pulled out another cigarette. I got up and fallowed him out of the locker room and he smirked. "Fine, sorry for my boys. They can be real pigs sometimes." I just nodded as he burned though another bud.
"It's fine." I said as I leaned against the wall, he walked over towards me and leaned towards me, placing his lips against mine. They held an over all wet feeling, nothing like the movies portrayed that is. No stars, no magic, no fire. His hand went from my thigh, up to my breast, kneading it roughly. I winced lightly, attempting to pull away. "Dean…" I whispered. He ignored me and made his way under my shirt. "Dean, stop, please." I tried to push him away and his other hand went under my skirt, his calloused fingers playing with the band of my panties.
"When a girl says stop," Dean pulled back and chuckled. "usually means, you need to stop." I looked at him over Dean's shoulder and groaned. What was he, doing here?
"Ah, older Russo, isn't it like past your bedtime or something?" Dean turned to look at him, and that's when a fist went flying. I gasped as Dean doubled over laughing holding his face. "You sure have a mean left hook." I stood between them.
"Stop it." I snapped and grabbed Justin by the arm pulling him out the propped open back door. "Shit, what was that Justin? Punching my boyfriend?" I hissed and he rolled his eyes at me.
I crossed my arms glaring, but he didn't care; he just grabbed my wrist and started pulling me away from the door. I yanked away; irritated he came here, punches my boyfriend, and then pulled me away from the school.
"The hell Justin." I rubbed my pained wrist and he rolled his just eyes. "Did you fallow me, come here to make a scene?"
"What are you doing Alex?" He stood there; his eyes were dark and angry. "With him and his gang." He growled.
"I can do whatever I want, with, whomever I choose, so piss off and go home." I started to walk back when he abruptly yanked me back up against his hard chest. With the air knocked out of me, I chocked lightly, breathing upon his face. Looking it his eyes as they softened for a second, then were even fierier than before.
"Were you, smoking?" He snarled and gripped my upper arm. I rolled my eyes, and attempted to pull away. "Answer me, or I tell mom and dad everything I have been covering for you for the past year or so." I huffed.
"Why do you even care?" I pouted looking away; I couldn't bare the disappointment I heard in his voice.
"Why- why do I care?" He repeated and I felt his hand pull me too look at him. "Alex, I care for you, you're my sister. I need to make sure you're safe at all times, and right now. I don't like what I see. Now I'm not going to ask again."
"I was, get over it. I don't need you to look over me as if I'm some little kid anymore. So don't." I pulled away when I heard Dean.
"Are you coming back Russo? Or is Papa Russo against a little fun." I started for the door slowly, ignoring Justin's hard features.
"No, she's not." Justin said for me feeling his strong hands gripping me by the waist, pulling me back towards him. He picked me up and tossed me onto his shoulder. I kicked and pounded upon his back. "She's going home, and I suggest you do the same." Justin snapped I gasped at the sudden motions.
"Put me down, right, now, or so help me…" I screamed and he just started down the street.
"You'll what, tell mom?" He scoffed and I slouched, dead weight. He paused and sighed."Your ass is a real pain." Then continued home as I heard a car door slam shut, then a siren in the distance. He didn't."Did you call-"
"Nope, but the school has a silent alarm. Told them to get out." I panicked.
"You're a fucking Dick!" I kicked him in the chest and he stopped, hissing under his breath.
"Language..." was all he had said the rest of the walk home. Once we were at the front door, he set me down. I then turned to him, and slapped him.
"That's, for hitting my boyfriend." I hissed and then punched him in the arm. "That's, for picking me up." I paused about to hit him again but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, shoving me into the wall almost roughly. I felt my insides churn and flutter. 'The hell?' His hot breath bathed my face, he smelt of spearmint toothpaste and Deodorant. I could tell he had recently showered from the intoxicating scents that drowned my sense of smell.
"Don't. Hit me. Again." He seethed hotly, his face was level with mine, and I couldn't move let alone breathe. 'That look of anger was, dare I say sexy…' My cheeks filled with heat and I couldn't believe I had thought that. 'He is your brother! You sick pervert…' He hadn't moved yet, he steel gray eyes burned my melted chocolate ones. I was in shock almost by his sudden outburst one me. "We are going to keep this secrete to ourselves, no one needs to know but us, if you promise not to do something like this again. Especially, the smoking. No more. Got it?" I just nodded, speechless. He backed away and went inside as I fallowed numbly.
"Why are you keeping things I do a secret from mom and dad?" I wondered aloud and he turned to shut the door behind me. "If it were Max he would be off at boot camp by now?" I looked at him and he just shook his head.
"Go to bed Alex." Before I could object, he was already up the stairs, probably in his room by now.
Sorry for the slow update, I had a very lazy long week. So here, hope this is okay, I had to start somewhere and hope this is okay. Review and let me know. Okay, and by the way, right now, Justin is 19 and Alex is 16. So, yeah. Love you guys. Oh and don't worry, her and Dean will break up next chapter.