Yay, chapter three is done. Phew, that was a hard one. Well hope you like it! This story is never ending in a good way… lol
Chapter 3
Marissa sighed; the end of the day was finally here. She had survived her first day of public school. The only problems had included a certain blonde, not the actual school. She had been endowed with a stress filled choice. Alex had invited her to study with her. Of course she had said yes, how could she not? She valued every moment she had with Alex with a sense of love, hate and fear, and the fear and hate she held within needed to be changed into friendship and trust. The only way to do that was to get accustomed to Alex being back in her life.
Alex plopped herself on the couch. Marissa giggled watching the blonde lose her balance and then regain it. Marissa settled on the ground, not wanting to get too close to Alex. Her instincts told her getting close to Alex could cause a major relapse, and she didn't want that. All she wanted was to be friends with the blonde. She trailed her finger over the carpet and smiled. She could already feel the hate slipping through her fingers, the soft silence between them biting away at it. Marissa bit her lip. Should she talk? She furrowed her brow, for some reason any words she might have had had disappeared.
"I missed you," Marissa spoke, words suddenly flying to her tongue. Did she really just say that? Marissa had never been good with keeping in her thoughts, but this was her first. Never had she said her exact thoughts. Alex jerked her head up at the sudden noise. Her jerking movement sent her body weight out of proportion, sending the blonde on a one way course to the floor. That was the Alex she knew. Marissa giggled, crawling over to the slim girl. I wish things could go back… to the beginning, Marissa gazed at the punk. What would have happened if she hadn't been so, so scared? She let the question slip out of her mind, leaning back on the couch.
"I missed you too," Alex sighed. Marissa stared, amused by the blonde's lips as they moved. Here she went again, gawking over the blonde. Quickly Marissa shifted farter away from Alex, not wanting to go back to that 'stupid' crush. "What did I miss while I was gone?" Alex grabbed her notebook from the couch, an unfinished assignment lingering on top. Marissa put her finger to her mouth. So much had happened, but what to tell Alex? Should she tell her about Trey or what about the carnival or maybe something else? She didn't know.
"Well, Seth and Summer are together, Ryan and I…." Marissa pieced together her thoughts though not continuing that last one. "Ryan, he, uh, let's just say, punched the principal at the carnival." Alex laughed. Not knowing how to respond to Alex, Marissa just laughed along, giving the blonde a small blush as she did.
"So, no big 'oh my god Seth!' moments?" Alex waved her hands in the air to express herself. Marissa giggled. Should she tell her? There wasn't any big Seth moments, but what about her 'oh my god' moment. Should she tell Alex? Marissa shook her 'no' "Any big 'oh my god!' moments then?" Marissa held back her words. She didn't want to say the truth, but her heart told her she should. She bit her lip once more. What should she do? She needed to stay true to herself, yet she also needed to hide the truth from Alex. She didn't need to know, not right now.
"Well, I did shoot a guy, Ryan's brother." Marissa dropped her gaze to the floor. Why'd she just say that? Now she'd have to explain why. Alex's eyes bulged, and in a 'Seth-like' move, leaned forward and rubbed her eyes with her fists.
"You did what? Damn, little Ms. Cooper, never thought you had it in you." Alex laughed. Marissa faked a shy smile, jotting down an answer on her homework. She knew the question was coming. The question she feared most. The question she hated. "So why'd you shoot him?" There it was the dreaded question. Marissa's hand rose to her chest where the bruise had been. She winced in pain, remembering the accident. She could never tell the story, not again. Every time she repeated the horror movie she felt it. Still a faint voice in her head pushed her to tell it.
"I… He…Trey…" Marissa sucked in her gut; the words tied to her tongue, refusing to let go. A clod of broken tears bulged in her throat. She attempted to swallow it, but the wad stayed strong. "I'm sorry," she burst in to tears. Her body tumbled forwards, falling into Alex. Alex embraced the girl, holding her tight in her arms. The heat felt good to Marissa, almost taking away the pain aching inside her. Marissa buried her head in the crook of Alex's neck. Through her tears and her stuffed up nose she could smell Alex's delicious scent. The scent grasped at the wad of tears she held inside, pulling them away. Marissa's sobs began to soften, her head clearing and all she could think was how she missed Alex's comfort. It felt so good, just being in Alex's grasp, her familiar scent consuming her and the heat of her body against her. It felt so good. She wished it would last forever.
"You okay, I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." Alex peeled the girl off her, holding her arms length away. Even through her blurred vision, Marissa could make out Alex's defined facial features. Marissa wiped her tears way and nodded, a weak smile light on her face. She had never felt so good after crying. This new, well old but renewed comfort hugged her perfectly, bringing her back to her 'happy' self. Alex dropped her hands to her side. The brunette shuddered at the loss of warmth, her smile fading. She plopped her self down on the couch. She wanted more. She couldn't have more, but she wanted more. She desired that warmth again. She craved for what they had before.
"So what about you, what's been going on?" Marissa regained her composure as she wiped the dried tears off her face with the sleeve of her shirt. Maybe changing the subject would help her get back to normal. Alex handed Marissa a tissue. She gratefully took it, dabbing at her eyes.
"Nothing much, went back to school, still haven't seen my parents like I said I would, moved in here with a friend." Alex smiled, putting her finished homework to the side. Marissa gazed at it, her eyes tracing the four letters of Alex's name. "Be right back," Alex stretched her arms out. Marissa nodded, her eyes focused elsewhere. She noted the sound of the kitchen door shutting, yet her entire form was focused on something else. Yes, that thing had to do with Alex, but not on Alex the person. Her mind, her body was focused on Alex's homework for some strange reason. She didn't quite know why, but she had suddenly become obsessed with the neatness, the fine detail of Alex's print.
A few minutes had flown by, worrying the tall girl. Alex had said 'be right back' not 'be back in a few.' She knew she shouldn't be worried. It was only a few minutes. It wasn't like Alex had left her. Alex was still in the house, right?
"Alex?" Marissa called, the worry finally getting to her. Not receiving an answer, Marissa stood from the couch, padding over to the kitchen. She was in there, right? Wrong, Marissa found herself standing before an empty room. She, she wasn't there. Marissa felt her stomach churn. Where was Alex? "Alex? She called again. She scurried out of the kitchen. "Alex?" She found herself weighted outside Alex's door, her ear plastered against it. She knew it was wrong, listening in on Alex's conversation, but she just, just had to. At first it didn't sound like much, a phone call between friends. Marissa still listened on. Who was Alex talking to? She wondered, pressing her ear closer to the wood. Her eyes bulged when she heard the phone click off, her hand scampering to the door knob. Did she just say what she thought she said? This couldn't be true. No, it wasn't true, was it?