If you've read any of my other chapters you might have found sometimes I call Alex a he. I wrote this story about two people (nobody in particular) and decided to change it and make it a story about Malex. So if I call Alex a he I mean she.
What the heck was I thinking? Agreeing to be Alex's fake girlfriend? Okay, come on, Marissa, relax... It's just for what, an hour at the most? What's the worst that could happen?
Let's see, shall we? Alex could touch you... In inappropriate places. Yeah, but in front of Sami's grandmother? Come on, even she's not that despicable. She could... hit on you! Um, hello, she's been doing that for like the past week or something. Since a while ago, anyways! She could... Kiss you! Like with tongue and everything... Hah, yeah right... She hates you, you hate her. And besides, I won't let her kiss me! I'm with Jody and hello, she's Alex! Yeah, right. In her dreams... Okay, not in her dreams. I don't want to be in her dreams. They're worse than a letter to Penthouse.
Relax, Marissa. Come on, I know you can lie. Lie, lie, lie... Maybe you can trick her into adding something else on to the deal? Yeah, that's good. Well, here goes nothing.
"Sorry about that, Granny. Marissa here just wanted a little moment alone. She can barely keep her hands off of me..." Alex stated plainly, without an ounce of shame. I cannot believe she just said that in front of Sami's grandmother! Pervert! In response, I quietly (and with enough force to make him groan) elbowed Derek in the side. His grandmother, bless her soul, only laughed. I was horrified, needless to say.
"AL-EX! Not in front of Sami's grandmother!" I hissed, frowning. I am so not into being all couply in public. Especially from my boss. Ew. My boss. Ew. Ew. Ew.
Alex just smirked condescendingly at me. Sheis so cocky. I hate that. How she thinks she's God's gift to humanity or something... She's not. She's insufferably full of herself. Lousy jerk. She wrapped an arm loosely around my waist, grinning lopsidedly at me before turning to Sami' grandmother. "She's a little shy in public... But a tiger in private..." Alex stage-whispered, winking.
Somehow, the sweet old lady laughed. How could she laugh? I just wanted to smack him upside the head with that huge purse of hers. Then I realized that she was laughing at my discomfort. Frankly, I considered it a credit to my sanity that I had managed to avoid squirming out of her grip already. Stupid.
"Alex... Seriously. Cut it out," I snapped, frowning at her. Uh oh. Better backpedal fast. Granny's looking at me weird. Grimacing inside, I turned to her, trailing a finger up her chest. Alex was more affected than I would've thought. Suddenly her eyes were entirely focused on me. So that's what I have to do to get her attention. It isn't worth it. "Save it for later, okay?" I murmured softly, leaning into his grip. This is so weird and wrong. And weird. Why on Earth am I doing this? Just where, exactly, are Tyler, Sami, and Lizzie? What lousy so-workers I've got!
Alex just kind of nodded dully, as if she was in some sort of daze. Granny smiled at me, cheerfully leaning out and patting me on the shoulder. "Oh, dear, it's nothing. Alex only does this to girls she really likes. It's quite a compliment, really. The more flirtatious she is, well, the more she wants to do certain things that us grandmothers aren't supposed to talk about with you... if you get my drift, and I'm sure you do. Things a proper girl only does until she's married. You look like proper girl to me. A good change from Alex's normal habit of dating skanks and hos. It's really very nice to meet you, Marissa dear," Granny said, in what was supposed to be a reassuring tone but had quite the opposite affect, patting my hand consolingly.
This lady just said some very un-grandmotherly things. Like, for example, insinuating that Alex wants to... Oh, it's so horrible I can't say it! I don't even want to think about it! But that's what she insinuated, and it won't ever happen! Never ever never going to happen.
Just take deep breaths and force the sheer, utter revulsion down in your stomach, Marissa. This will be over soon enough and then you won't even have to look at Alex all weekend. You've got a date with Jody tonight and the party's tomorrow... And then two days of... Emptiness and you alone with Alex. More like three, I suppose. I can and will deal with it... her... whatever!
"Nice to meet you too. Alex's told me so much about you. She's very fond of you," I stated hesitantly, not quite knowing what to say, but forcing myself to take her hand and shake it. This was going fine.
"As she is of you," Granny chirped brightly. I cannot take much more of this! I gripped Alexk tighter than necessary, leaning heavily on him for support. Oddly enough, this seemed to completely unnerve Alex. Good to know. I'll keep it in mind later during our military campaigns, when things aren't going this... well. This is going well, right? Please tell me this is going well!
If this is going well, then why do I feel like I've just stepped in a hornet's nest? I'm in too deep here. I can't pretend to be that... creature's... girlfriend! I just can't! Alex seemed suddenly to regain her composure, and she leaned into me. She was warmer than I was. She's trying to distract me, I know she is. I can't just let her do that. So, in order to bring things back to normal (or remotely normal, at least... Nothing had been normal since I'd gotten a job here), I changed the subject. "I wonder where Tyler ran off too. Lizzie and Sami should be down here by now..." I pondered curiously, glancing around and praying that someone would show up and put a stop to this.
Alex, who was by this time hanging all over me, grinned and started to kiss my neck. I immediately tensed up and almost violently tore her off of me. Of course, I stopped myself just in time, as I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be her girlfriend, and that girlfriends typically didn't beat their loves up. She laughed, knowing what I had almost done, and it was a deep, throaty snicker. That didn't mean that she stopped. "C'mon, Riss, the longer they're gone, the more fun we can have..." Alex drawled, trailing wet kisses down my neck.
Ew, she's getting her slobber all over me! When she said that, I just about smacked her. I forced a smile, jerking my neck away from his lips perhaps a bit more abruptly than was prudent, but it was necessary. "Kiss me in front of granny again, and no one will have fun tonight," I retorted with saccharine sweetness. To further emphasize my point (but mainly so his grandmother wouldn't suspect anything), I pouted and ran a finger down the length of his chest. The look on Alex's face was priceless. Ugh, I am going to have to take a scalding hot shower after this to get the stench of this off of me...
Where were Lizzie, Tyler, and Sami, by the way? They should definitely be here by now. It's been so long since Tyler ran off... I feel like I've been acting for days. On second thought, that's probably because Alex's hands have been constantly on me (at least she hasn't copped a feel... She would be six feet under in an instant). I can't take much more of this. I know I agreed to it, but I'm going insane here... This isn't worth inviting my friends. Actually, come to think of it, Alex would've invited them anyways. I bet she's into the whole private schoolgirl thing. Her grandma chuckled, smiling sweetly over at us.
"Ah, to be young and in love..." She sighed, a hand on her chest in a very matronly way, as if she was recalling her own youth. Alex and I, however, were so far from love it was laughable. Alex grabbed my hand, tugging on my hand and forcing me into a spin, spiraling straight into her arms. Ouch. Her abs are as hard as they look. Alex only looked down at me, bemused, locking her arms tightly around my waist, so tight, in fact, that I could scarcely breathe. Suddenly, Alex was everywhere, permeating every corner of my vision. Annoyingly, she was all I could see, all I could feel, all I could smell. Which was not what I wanted in the slightest. Then, to top it all off, she started slow-dancing with me, and, of course, there was no music. Therefore it was pretty much me pressed against her swaying back and forth slowly, oh, and I couldn't breathe!
"Yes... I just love my Marissa so much," Alex whispered, sounding purposefully dazed, almost as if she was actually in love with me. She sounded oddly serious though, and there was this stormy, weird look in her eyes. It unnerved me that she never took her eyes off mine, not even when she kissed his way up my arm... Yeah, like those phony charmers do... There was just something off about the whole situation.
Yeah, Marissa, that would be you even agreeing to do this stupid thing in the first place... What were you thinking? I'd say you weren't, but you're always thinking! What happens if Jody finds out about this? How you're being Alex's whore right now. Letting her touch you and kiss you in places Jody hasn't! Alex, your boss. If Jody ever finds out about this... What will she think? Will she even want me anymore?
Oh, God. I'm at Alex's mercy. She has me exactly where she wants me. She's doing this just to torment me! How can she possibly be so cruel and hateful? She has control over me. She has all the power right now. And I'm Alex's whore! She can do... whatever... she wants... and get away with it! It's just her, me, and the kids right now. She's stronger than I am... The things she could force me to do! Oh, it's horrible! The kids will be gone tonight too... Oh, Lord, what have I gotten myself into!
I know what I'll do. I'll stay over at... At Summer's! She has to offer me asylum. And I can stay with some of my friends back home, at my real home, that is... And Cass and he mother... They're family. I organized her wedding. They have to let me stay.
They just have to.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Alex had practically thrown me against the wall. My back hit the wall roughly, and I could feel ripples of pain radiating down my spine. Ouch. That was going to bruise tomorrow. I tried to rub my lower back, but Alex snatched my hand roughly, throwing himself upon me and literally pinning me flat against the wall... and her. She started kissing my neck, roughly, insistently, sloppily... and I couldn't do one thing to stop her. I could only stare blankly at granny, who somehow now seemed like a voyeur, holding my head up as high as I could with as much pride as I could muster. This wasn't much, however, as I felt dirty, sick, cheap, and used.
By Alex. Alex Kelly, the bane of my existence. I have never hated a single person as much as I hated Alex in that one unbearably long moment. I thought I'd hated her before, and I had, but it was nothing compared to this! Nothing!
"Riss, get into it! Respond a little," Alex hissed breathlessly, lifting her lips only a few millimeters above my skin before returning to his task. I felt her hot breath against my skin and felt myself flush. This was so humiliating. What exactly was I supposed to do here? Moan or something, I guess...
I wanted to hurt Alex, so I figured I might as well do the whole digging-my-nails-into-his-back-thing that they did in all the movies. I moaned, I writhed (though mostly from disgust and trying my hardest to break free), I groaned... I suppose you get the drift. "Oh, Alex!" I breathed hoarsely, clutching her. I am a much better actress than I thought I was.
Alex was (ew) sweaty and oddly stiff for someone in the midst of a fit of passion. She was also getting tired. I saw my opportunity. Soon she'd be too tired to continue. All I'd have to do was moan his name a few more times. Piece of cake.
"Alex, oh, Alex! ...Oh... Alex..." I moaned huskily, sounding winded and breathless as I arched my neck to... as they say in those corny romance novels... "give her better access" to said throat. She better not be giving me hickies, that's all I'm saying. If she does, she's beyond dead.
Alex seemed to react oddly every time I said his name. She backed away faster than a speeding bullet, and every last one of his muscles tensed. She also seemed to be groaning a lot more. She was getting tired. Yes! Victory is so mine! Finally, I could be RID of her. Getting rid of her involves a shower, you know... Ah, a shower. That sounds so nice.
Alex impulsively pried her face off of my neck, backing away far enough so she could look at me. Have a decent look at me, that is. For one brief moment she did. Her dark eyes bored deep into mine. Then a sullen, angry look came over her face abruptly, and she moved towards me violently. She shoved me into the wall even harder this time, plastering herself against me hard. Her body was flush against mine and it hurt a little. It was difficult to breathe and she was all up in my face. I could feel every taut muscle, every sharp curve, every bone in her body. If we got any closer, I would become her.
Suddenly, her face was closing in on mine. The distance between her lips and mine became exponentially microscopic by the second. Out of the blue, here she was, her lips less than a millimeter from mine. I could feel the warm clouds of her breath on my face. She had heat. Alex was going to kiss me. Alex was going to kiss me! Now things have gotten seriously out of hand.
She seemed different suddenly, as if she was trying to be the hero in an action movie or something. She was attempting to be... a romantic. Alex, a romantic? Yeah, right. She might be a charmer, but she's no romantic. That being said, she tilted my chin up and was stared hungrily at my lips for a moment before she decided to make her move. I'd grown resigned to the fact that Alex was going to kiss me. Not okay with it... But resigned. It was going to happen and there was nothing I could do about it. That's life for you.
Our lips were literally a millimeter apart. If either of us had moved in the slightest, we would be kissing. If either of us breathed... we'd be kissing. Bless all that is holy... That happens to be when Tyler, Lizzie, and ti finally showed up. We heard rather than saw them, I should say.
"Alex, what are you doing?" Ty;er questioned curiously, peering over towards us (I assumed). I can't even imagine what it must've looked like. On second thought, it probably looked almost exactly like what it was. To tell the truth, I had no idea what that was exactly.
Alex groaned audibly and very loudly with frustration, though towards whom I had no idea. She turned her head abruptly to face her employees, and as she did this, her lips grazed mine fleetingly, accidentally. It was almost impossible for that to not have happened. There was, after all, only a millimeter of space between us. That's what I kept telling myself. I kept telling myself that because I had no other choice. I felt her warmth leave me, the pressure of her weight against me slowly relaxing and easing up as the distance between us increased quickly. Thank God.
If Alex realized what had just happened, she didn't mention it, or even acknowledge it. Which, finally, was something I was wholly comfortable with. Yes, it's best if I forget that... whatever... happened. Nothing really happened anyways. So what, our lips touched? Big deal. It wasn't even full lip contact. Just a little brush... No puckering, no smooching, no tongue, no moaning, not even a bumping of noses. It was barely even a touch... It lasted for what, a second at the most? So why am I obsessing over it?
Isn't that obvious? This is Alex we're talking about here. She's supposed to hate you, so why did she just...? No, Marissa, don't question his motives... They're evil, of course, because Alex is evil and vile. Besides, the more you question them, the more you think about her, and that's just letting her win. We can't have that, now can we, Marissa?
She's already under my skin enough as it is already.
Alex caught my dazed stare from the corner of her eye and stared back. It was really starting to unnerve me.
"Alex? What're you doing?" Sami asked innocently. She smiled sweetly up at her boss. Ah, she loved Alex so much... She loved her too. Sweet. Alex's frown deepened as she shot me a worried look. She wanted to know how to explain this. Well, I wasn't going to help her, and even if I wanted to, I couldn't do it! So I looked away, down at the ground, and suddenly all those feelings of being cheap and dirty hit me like a brick wall. I felt disgusted and sick to my stomach. Suddenly I wanted to throw up, and I wished, for the millionth time since I got this job, that I would never ever have to see Alex again. Of course, unfortunately for me, this was not an option.
"Nothing, Sami..." Alex replied nervously, affectionately ruffling her hair. She gestured to granny, whom we'd both forgotten, speaking, "Granny's here to pick you up and take you with her... Isn't that great?" Sami nodded emphatically, and Granny beamed back at her. It seems Alex inherited her smirk. I say that because she's smirking at me in a way that is not at all matronly. Seems she thought I was a tramp or something... Just fabulous, and as if family reunions weren't awkward enough...
Lizzie handed Sami her overnight bag, and like an obedient soldier, Sami marched over to her grandmother. Aww, she was so cute... Sometimes I felt like Sami was the only decent co-worker (excepting George, that is). Here she was, leaving me, alone with Lizzie and Tyler... Leaving me all alone with Alex the insane. That's just great, isn't it? Sami handed her grandmother the bag, briefly glancing over at Alex before running into her open arms. Alex hugged her tightly, smiling genuinely down at Sami. "Love you, Sami," She muttered, starting to let her go.
Everybody knew Sami only worked where she did because of Alex. Alex had groan up with Sami next door. She really didn't get to know her until middle school when Alex was kicked out and Sami had offered her a place to stay. After a while they had grown to be great friends. It's not like Alex liked her more than Jody, she liked them each in different ways, none romanticly of course. Everyone knew that there was nothing between Alex and Sami or Alex and Jody. Besides, Sami was 100 straight.
She smiled widely, kissing Alex messily on the cheek. It was a total aww moment, or, at least, it would've been, if I didn't absolutely loathe Alex. "I love you too, Alexandra," She said quietly before racing over and grabbing her grandmother's hand. She waved happily at all of us before exiting cheerfully out the door. We all flocked to the door then, watching the car containing my so-worker and her grandma drive off. Finally, when it was visible no longer, I pivoted to face Alex and slapped her hard across the face.
Damn, that felt good.
Then I pushed past her, starting to make my way up the stairs. A shower sounded amazing right now. I just needed to wash all this off of me... especially before my date with Jody. Alex suddenly ran up the stairs and grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop and look at her. Her grip hurt my arm just a little. Not enough to bruise, per say, but enough to give me a sensation of pain. Ouch. In short, it was the most annoying kind of pain because you knew it wouldn't show, yet you couldn't get rid of it.
"Where do you think you're going?" Alex growled, that dark look back in her eyes. This one I recognized... anger. I jerked my arm roughly from his grip, feeling the anger flare up in me. I wondered vaguely if the fire was in my eyes too...
"I'm going to take a shower. Do you have a problem with that?" I said coolly, trying my hardest not to snap on him yet. There was a very thin line between anger and hysteria, and I didn't want to tread it today. Alex fixed me with a look and blocked my path.
"Yeah," He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest, "I do. I'm using that shower."
"No, Alex, you aren't! This time, you won't get what you want... over my dead body! That shower is mine. Got it? Mine. I don't want to talk to you, Alex! I need to wash you off of me..." I snapped bitterly, shoving her rather violently out of my way. I passed her without a look, walking to the bathroom. Unbeknown to me, she followed me right into the bathroom. Somehow we always get trapped in that bathroom together. I shut the door behind me, sighing in relief, and walked over to the shower. I turned the water on and walked over to the mirror.
I undid my hair and took off my shirt, turning around and starting to undo my jeans. And there she was. Alex. She smirked at me, eyes openly roving over me. I blanched, crossing my arms over my chest self-consciously. "Oh, don't stop on my account..." Alex sneered, playing with the buttons on her shirt. I fought the urge to throttle him.
"Get out, Alex!" I snarled, trying to push her out of the room. However, she'd somehow managed to lock the door when I wasn't looking. Naturally. She obviously wasn't planning on going anywhere. I was about ready to open the door and lock her out when I heard a rather loud knock on the door. Bang, bang, bang. Alex and I both froze, straining to listen for the voice.
"Marissa, baby, you in there?" It was Jody. Alex and I looked to each other in horror. Oh, crap. This was about to get messy.
"You can't tell Jody... about what just happened. If you have any shred of humanity in you... You just can't," I hissed pleadingly, feeling even lower than I had before. I was begging her... Begging her to not mention it to Jody. Alex put a finger to my lips and I fought the urge not to bite it. She did, however, look sincere this time.
"Relax, Riss, I'm not going to tell her. Trust me, I'll get it just as bad as you will... if not worse. Now get in the shower!" Derek mumbled, pushing me towards the shower. I stopped right at the edge of the tub. There was no way I was going in there in my jeans. Alex noticed this in the midst of unbuttoning her shirt and scowled, grabbing my (still) bare shoulder. I squirmed uncomfortably under her touch. Why does she not understand the whole keep-your-hands-to-yourself policy? It's not that difficult, you know...
"Look, just get in the shower and stand under the showerhead with your head turned away from the door and your hair over your face. Do what I tell you to do, okay?" Alex barked softly, setting me in the shower. Jody was still pounding on the door. Alex hurriedly threw off his shirt, hid mine, and opened the door in a flash. Then suddenly she slid into the shower with me, pulling the curtain all the way shut. She looked at me pleadingly, and then I knew what she was going to do.
I heard the door open and obediently turned my face away. Alex, for the millionth time all day, kissed my neck. I was starting to get very, very sick of this. Luckily enough for me, the fear overcame my revulsion. Jody, my boyfriend, was out there, in the bathroom... and I was in here, in the shower, letting his best friend kiss my neck. It wasn't right.
"Marissa? Are you in there?" Jody called loudly, perhaps too loudly. Alex felt that Jody was about to open the door, so she broke away from my oh-so riveting neck long enough to call out to Jody.
"Think again, Jo!" She hollered, poking her head out of the curtain. Jody smirked at Alex, who smirked in response. "Hey, do you mind? I've got a girl in here and I'm a little busy right now... So could you come back later?" Alex responded calmly and breathlessly. Ugh. A bit eager, wasn't she? Oh, who am I kidding? This is Alex we're talking about. Why am I even surprised?
What she said, however, was more than good enough to make Sam leave. As soon as the door shut, I jumped out of the shower with Alex hot on my heels. Once again, she locked the door. All alone... yet again. I shuddered, feeling cold and missing the shower's warmth. I still felt dirty. Alex put a hand on my shoulder, and I flinched and rocketed away from her, suddenly screaming at him, "Don't touch me, Alex! Don't touch me!"
I sure hope that Jody's long gone by now, and that no one's listening to this. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, feeling as pitiful as I looked. I looked like a drowned rat, water dripping down my sides and soaking into the rug. I leaned heavily on the sink, still staring wide-eyed at my reflection. Alexk hesitantly approached me from behind, but I shrunk away, and she sighed.
"I'm sorry, okay, Marissa? I let things get a little out of hand and..." Alex began awkwardly, sitting on the edge of the tub. She almost sounded truly contrite, but I wasn't buying it. I knew her better than that. I shook my head, turning to face her, forcing a laugh, and fixing her with a glare that could melt ice. Alex recoiled from the force of my intense stare.
"No, Alex. You knew exactly what was happening. You used me," I growled violently, rounding on her, jabbing at her with my pointer finger. She made me feel like scum, like filth. Like I was a slut, even though I'm not. Why did she do that, why?
Alex looked up at me, a pained expression on her face. The smirk had long since fallen off his face, replaced by a frown. Why was she so distraught? What did she have to worry about and feel guilty about? Then slowly, slightly unsteadily, she got up and padded over to me. "I really am sorry, Marissa. I did some things you probably weren't ready for and..."
She really sounded sincere this time, and I wanted to believe her, I really did... But how could I, just like that? I couldn't. "Yeah, you were kissing me, touching me, pressing yourself against me in places no one, not even Jody, ever has. You made me feel like your whore. And I had to just let you keep touching me and plaster a fake smile on my face like I was okay with it..." I cried loudly, feeling so ill I could barely stand, and then suddenly there were tears streaming down my face. Without saying a word, I tried to leave, but I wound up slipping on the floor. Fortunately for my head, I fell into Alex's arms instead of on the floor.
Alex was wet, but so was I. I wanted to get out of her arms; I wanted to leave, but I lacked the strength to even move. I didn't even care that she repulsed me. I was so tired and weak now, too tired and too weak to care. I merely sunk deeper into her arms, burying my face into her chest and letting all my sobs come out. Alex, oddly enough, didn't pull away... She merely held me closer, muttering how... how sorry she was.
And then I realized that she was really sorry. "I'm sorry, Marissa... I crossed a line. I didn't mean to... I just thought that it would be better if I kissed you there than if I kissed your face or your lips... And I shouldn't have been so rough with you but I was just... I'm sorry. I thought you would say something if I was totally out of line. I'm so sorry... I'll let you invite all of your friends to the party and I'll take you out to the movies tonight... my treat... And anything else you want... Just please, stop crying!" Said Alex a bit desperately, apologizing like mad. I still didn't look at her; I just kept crying, thinking about how worthless she'd made me feel.
"I'm sorry I made you feel like that... But I don't think about you like that. If I had known you had a problem with it, I promise I would've completely backed off, given you space, told Granny the truth... What can I say to make you feel better? Like... I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul?" Alex rambled uneasily, as if she was consumed by guilt... Something I had a lot of trouble believing. My head shot up at those all too familiar words and suddenly I'd forgotten my tears, instead gaping at Alex.
"Since when do you read?" I blurted, awed and surprised. She doesn't read. So... How does she know the quote? It's sort of obscure... and really, an incredibly, insanely romantic thing to say to a girl. Not that I'll be telling her that anytime soon... A wry smile finally appeared on Alex's face.
"I don't," She replied bemusedly, fixing me with a decidedly warm look. This was a side of Alex I had never seen... directed at me, at least. Except to Sami...
I frowned. "Then how are you quoting Sydney Carton?" I inquired, furrowing my brow. Some errant tears still trickled down my face. Alex surprised me even further by absentmindedly brushing them away. I stared at her, floored, and her skin tone changed a little (though I couldn't quite point out if she was blushing or if she had paled). Naturally, she immediately retracted her hand, the familiar nonchalance beginning to reappear on her face as she shrugged coolly.
"So reading A Tale of Two Cities actually does come in handy... Wow..." Alex joked, trying to make me laugh. Men are almost always completely lost once a woman cries. Pretty much. Alex paused before speaking again. "Actually, I played Sydney in the school production last year. Got some rave reviews..."
I nodded, trying to imagine Alex getting guillotined. Somehow it didn't seem as amusing as it would've been a few minutes ago. It's because Alex's being nice to me. She's never nice to me, which is why I can think cheerfully on her death sans guilt.
However, I could picture her as the character... Long hair and all. Alex was sarcastic, popular, a slacker, smarter than she appeared, crafty, not at all open with her feelings, and, well, a jerk... She fit the mold perfectly. Though I don't think Sydney Carton wore a leather jacket.
I know the quote. I just don't get how she knew to say that... I love the classics. Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, Hugo, Dickens, Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky... You name it. A Tale of Two Cities happens to be one of my favorites... That quote she said? I even know where it's from. Book the Second (I'm not kidding, that's actually how it's written), The Golden Thread, Chapter Thirteen, The Fellow of No Delicacy. I'm actually impressed (and with Alex, too! Who would've thought?)...
Alex looked up at me somewhat warily. "Forgive me?" Alex asked hesitantly. It was a bit hard for her to even get the words out... She must really not be used to apologizing to people. I suppose change is good. Especially if Alex stops being such a... It appears I spoke too soon. She's staring at my chest... Of course. Why wouldn't she be? Hmm, who's checking who out now?
I looked her over with a shrewd eye, forgetting, of course, that she was not wearing a shirt and was soaking wet. And, um, when I looked at her, she was sort of in the middle of taking off her pants. I really have an innate sense of bad timing lately. My cheeks burned and I quickly looked away, crossing my arms over my chest embarrassedly. "It's a decent enough start, I suppose... But that really depends on if you stop staring at my chest, Alex..." I retorted, forcing a brief, unnatural chuckle.
Alex smirked over at me, and suddenly, she was herself again. Great. Just when I thought she was going to be nicer... She's not. Of course. Why on Earth was I surprised? After all, this is Alex we're talking about here... Alex. "Same goes for you, Cooper," Alex rejoined cheekily. The smile fell off my face faster than a speeding bullet.
That being said, Alex proceeded to continue staring at me and thus, blatantly checking me out... again. I was getting fed up with that... I looked then to the shower, which was still running. I was cold and wet, and it was calling out to me. Alex followed my line of sight slowly. Her eyes narrowed, noticing the target of my gaze, and soon came to look me full in the face. We might've wrestled for it, but we were both wearing too little clothes for this... At least, by my standards. By A;ex's, I strongly suspect she would put up little to no resistance just so long as someone was straddling her. With me in such little clothes already, I decided not to tempt fate.
Both of us then attempted to make a mad dash for it, but I managed to (somehow) flip over the side of the tub, landing flat on my back on the bottom of the tub. My back felt even more bruised than before. Somehow Alex also managed to slip and wound up (surprise, surprise) on top of me. Oof. That really hurt. We lied there in an awkward silence for a while before Alex grunted, pushing herself up. She rose to her feet and quickly bent down, grabbing my hand to pull me up. Down right decent of her, and out of character...
"I get the shower," Alex stated effortlessly, crossing her arms over her chest. I glared at her with narrowed eyes, shaking my head no.
"Alex, I was just crying... because of you. Don't you think that I deserve it?" I pouted, hoping to appeal to him. Alex, however, was as impassive as a stone. Feeling rather disgusted with myself, I placed my hand upon her forearm, leaning forward a little. Her breathing hitched a little, but other than that, she showed no signs of change. I was so out of my league in this attempt to get what I wanted. Guilt worked sometimes, but Alex was the master.
Fixing me with a winning smile, Alex started to undo his jeans. "You can join me if you want, Riss..." Alex drawled, an amused look flickering in her eyes. I gaped at her, which I suppose was rather stupid, as she has been hitting on me all day. She kept on smirking and began to unzip her jeans.
"Don't call me Riss!" I muttered, feeling very, very uncomfortable and hitting her hard in the chest. This shower was so small. I was getting extremely claustrophobic here in this tiny enclosed space, and Alex disrobing wasn't helping in the slightest. Alex frowned for an instant, rubbing her chest where I had hit her.
"Girl, I could do this all day..." Alex returned huskily. Her grin widened and reappeared. She gave me a quizzical look, as if she was surprised that I was still in here (and, trust me, I was too). Then, giving me a devilish smirk (because she knew she was about to win), she started to pull down his pants. But I refused to leave. I was not willingly going anywhere.
Alex looked even more surprised now. She raised her eyebrows, eyes a little wider than usual, but she shrugged and smoothly slid her jeans all the way off, haphazardly chucking them over the curtain. I heard them hit the floor with a wet, resounding smack and looked to see where they had fallen. I looked back quickly, and Alex stared at me for a long, searching moment. Her hand lingered on the waistband of her boxers (which I avoided looking at) as she stared at me. "Didn't think you'd stick around this long," She uttered hoarsely.
I shrugged, meeting her eyes. "What can I say? I'm stubborn," I replied stiffly, crossing my arms over my chest. Alex nodded, and I could read her thoughts... What an understatement, she seemed to say. Of course, that was the pot calling the kettle black. I had been a lot more flexible than she had.
"Me too..." Derek mumbled vaguely. She flexed her fingers as if itching to do... something. Just what that something was I hadn't a clue in the slightest, but whatever it was... It scared me. "Looks like you actually want to shower with me..." Alex pointed out mockingly. I didn't let it phase me.
"I could easily say the same about you, Alex. Besides, I'm not the one undressing in your presence, now am I?" I countered, placing my hands on my hips defiantly. Alex snorted, rolling her eyes.
"Don't flatter yourself, Marissa," Alex snarled in a cool, detached tone. It was my turn to roll my eyes. I gave Alex an "Oh, please" sort of look. The water was still warm, but it was starting to feel tepid. One of us would have to get out and soon.
Finally, Alex shrugged, her hand still on her waistband. "Have it your way," She breathed hotly, starting to take off her boxers. It was then that I finally lost my composure. I couldn't stay in that tiny hole with her any longer. I bolted out of that shower as if I was on fire, racing to the door which I struggled with, finally throwing it open violently and racing out into the hall.
"Thanks, Riss!" Alex called after me smugly. I didn't look back. I was too angry. My blood boiled. At her comment, I suddenly stopped, turning to look at the shower.
"I told you, don't call me that!" I shrieked back, furious, holding on to the doorway with white knuckles.
I heard Alex chuckle. She was still laughing as she stuck her wet head out of the curtain to offer a reply. She blew me a kiss. "Love you too, Riss!" She exclaimed, snickering. She blew me another kiss, and I felt my cheeks flushed in fury. I didn't bother to reply. I turned around and stalked down the hallway, freezing more and more with each step.
Why can't I be more assertive with her? How is it that I always wind up giving in to her? And I end up back here again, kicking myself for being so stupid... maybe I ought to kick somebody else for a change... Like Alex.
I slammed the door to my bedroom shut behind me, punching a button on my radio. A song, my type of music, was already playing.
I'm diving headfirst into something... Better judgment's gone a-running... I'm headed straight into disaster... We all know what he is after, tonight, tonight...
Nothing but trouble on his mind... I come across it all the time... Not getting slaughtered from it... Kick myself for getting careless... Kick myself for getting like this...
She does have it coming, after all. Karma will come back to bite her one of these days, and with my luck, maybe I just might be there to see it... Yeah, someday some girl will get under her skin in a big way. She's going to fall in love, and it's going to be priceless. Someday she's going to get rejected. Flat-out stone-cold rejected. The tables will have turned.
And, so help me, when that happens, I'm going to laugh my ass off.
You should definately review, tell me what you think or what you want to happen. It won't happen soon because I have about 200,000 more words to change before I can modify it but I might be able to add it in or create some more.