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Alex's POV
I was sitting in the Sub Station with Harper talking about Mitchie at the moment. I've been with a lot of girls, obviously not relationship-wise, but out of all the girls I've "been with", Mitchie was by far the most gorgeous. Her long, brown hair, those chocolate brown eyes that could make me melt, and those luscious looking pink lips! I needed to get a feel of those, ASAP. Harper was going to try to talk me out of trying to have sex with her, as she did with every other girl. I'd have thought that by now, she would give up, because I'm obviously never going to listen to her.
Speaking of Mitchie, she seemed to be kind of flirty with me today, so that was definitely a good sign. But, she was like, extremely pretty, so I kind of figured she was straight. Then again, finding out a girl was straight never stopped me from getting in her pants. I like challenges, I always succeed. I'm a cocky bitch, I know.
Harper broke my train of thought and talking to myself in my head, "Alex, hello, Alex?" she said while waving a hand in front of my face.
"What?" I responded, annoyed.
"I asked you where you're going to take Mitchie Friday. You were gone for like 5 minutes, off in your own little perverted mind I'm sure," Harper answered.
"Shut up. And well I told her I would show her around, so I'll do just that, show her around Waverly and maybe I'll even take her to Central Park, since it's not too far," I said with a smile. Central Park was quite romantic; I figured it would get Mitchie to realize how I'm "into her", or whatever.
Harper rolled her eyes at me and gave me a disgusted look for the hundredth time today. "Typical. SO typical Alex. You're a terrible person, I swear!"
"I already checked the weather," I said, ignoring her comments I had grown so used to, "it's supposed to be chilly at night so I'll do what every romantic person does, give her my jacket, drive her home, make her feel special,"
"Oh my goodness, you are the worst. I can't even speak to you, I'm leaving, goodbye," Harper announced, before walking out the Sub Station doors just to remember that she LIVES with me so she walked back in, gave me a "HMPH!" and stomped up the stairs to my family's apartment.
I laughed and followed her up the steps after a few minutes. I walked into our family room and was greeted by my mom, and sort of my dad, who was zoned into the TV watching football.
"Hi mija, how was school?" my mom asked sweetly as she baked a pie, probably for my dad, in the kitchen.
"Really good actually, there's a new girl, she's sooooo hot," I said as I plopped on the couch next to my dad.
My mom put down her cutting knife and looked right at me sternly, "You better quit it and learn how to settle down before you get a bad reputation."
"They call it the Russo Charm mom, I don't know why though, cause I'm the only one that's got it," I responded with a cocky smirk, not taking my eyes away from the television.
My dad finally turned his gaze away from the football game to look at me, "Hey what about me, I got the charm, how do you think I got your mother to marry me?" he asked defensively. He's such a child sometimes.
My mom let out a huge laugh and responded, "With cheap dates and cheesy pickup lines!"
I saw this as an opportune time to leave, since they would probably have another one of their immature fights that leave them nowhere but where they started. Sometimes I thought I was more mature than them, and that's not even possible! I laid down on my bed and napped, tired from my day with the new girl.
Mitchie's POV
I heard the sound of my alarm go off, signaling that it was time for me to get up to go to my second day at my new school. For the first time in well, ever, I was actually excited to go to school. The reason? To see Alex. There was just something about her that made me want to know every little thing about her and spend more time with her. She was just interesting.
I rolled out of bed and slipped into a pair of dark skinny jeans and a purple, tight fitting top. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put in my contacts, and combed out the knots in my hair. I decided to curl my hair today, because I thought that makes me look the sexiest, not that I'm that sexy at all, to be honest. I applied some mascara and eyeliner, and a bit of purple eye shadow that matched my shirt perfectly. Then, I put on some glittery, shiny lip gloss, checked myself in the mirror, (I actually looked good) and made my way downstairs.
"Morning mom," I said as I took the bottle of orange juice from the fridge.
"Morning Mitch," she responded as she kissed my forehead. "I'm leaving for work; see you when you get home from school!" I waved goodbye to her and watched her leave.
My mom worked for a catering business, so she had really weird hours, but I had grown used to them. I grabbed a granola bar, picked up my car keys from the table and left for school. I pulled up minutes later and a smiled immediately formed on my face when I saw just the person I wanted to see walking through the doors of Tribeca High. I took a deep breath, checked myself once again in the car mirror, and headed towards the doors.
I walked in and the first thing I saw out of the corner of my eye was a pair of beautiful brown eyes looking at me that belonged to a pretty girl named Alex Russo. I tried not to look at her, but I felt her staring at me as I walked past her and down to my locker. I put my books that I had brought home into my locker and took out the ones I needed for my first few periods. Just as I was about to close my locker, I heard a sweet, now familiar voice next to me.
"Morning Torres," Alex said as she stood next to me with a bright smile on her face. She looked stunning today. Her hair was straight, she had a light amount of make-up on, and she was wearing tight skinny jeans, gladiators, and a black flowing shirt that came up a little above her waist, showing her slim tone and tanned skin. I realized I was probably staring and finally answered her.
"Morning Russo," I said as I turned to her and looked into her eyes and smiled.
"Shall we walk to English together?" Alex responded, pointing down the hall towards Mr. Snyder's classroom.
"We shall."
With that, we headed off towards first period. English class and much of the rest of the day went by exactly like yesterday, except for not having to introduce myself in every class. I ate with Alex and Harper at lunch, and we talked, and talked and talked. About what? Everything. From food, to sports, to music, to how snobby the head cheerleader Tess was. I just got here yesterday and I already saw her strutting like she was hot shit through the halls and bossing people around. What a bitch.
I found myself staring at Alex throughout the day. The sad part was I'm trying to convince myself that she's straight in order to not get my hopes up and have them shot down. I mean, how could she not be straight? Any guy would die to have her, I'm sure. I was surprised I didn't see guys all over her all day! In fact, I haven't seen a guy talk to her once, that's actually weird. I've only seen her talk to girls. Whatever, here I go again; saying I'm going to do the one thing and doing the opposite by picking out little things that would make me think she's into girls. I'm an idiot, I swear.
At the end of the day, Alex and I ran to our lockers, laughing hysterically the whole way there because Alex tripped Tess in the hallway and she face planted in front of EVERYONE.
"That was… the funnies thing… EVER," I said, leaning up against my locker, out of breath from sprinting and laughing so hard.
"Did you see her face? It was priceless!" Alex answered. I realized that we were both leaning against the lockers and our arms were right up against one another. I felt warm flood my whole left arm. This girl doesn't know what she's doing to me!
Alex's POV
"Did you see her face? It was priceless!" I answered, leaning up against the lockers next to Mitchie. I purposely stood really close to her so our arms touched. It was weird though, because as soon as we made contact my whole arm got really warm and tingly. Whatever, I was probably just hot from running down the hall trying to escape the wrath of Tess. Mitchie continued laughing that adorable laugh of hers.
"So are you ready for our da-DAY together Friday?" SHIT. I almost said date. Holy fuck, I'm an idiot. And I made myself look even dumber by saying 'day together Friday', like who the hell says that? I never mess up like that, shit.
"Uh, yeah, yeah I am," Mitchie said with a bright smile. Great, she realized. My face went as red as Harper's hair and I figured I should probably leave before I make myself look even dumber. Hey wait, she smiled. Actually, she looked damn happy that I almost said date. Yeah buddy, even when I'm not trying, the charm switch is turned ON.
"Haha, alright, well I'll see you tomorrow I guess," I said back with an equally bright, slick smile. I brushed my mistake off and turned away to walk with some swagger. I was Alex Russo for God's sake, she wants me anyway.
Mitchie's voice stopped me as I began my confident walk to my own locker. "Hey Alex, wait!" I smiled cockily and turned around.
"Yeah?" I said, now facing her.
"Uh, what's your number?" she asked, while looking down and twiddling her thumbs. Aw, how cute, she's nervous! Nervous to ask me for my number? Damn, I haven't even gotten my act started yet and she's already crushing on me. I AM GOOD. I smiled and handed her my phone.
"Here, let me see your phone. You put your number in mine and I'll put mine in yours. Oh shit that sounded wrong," I said with a chuckle. She laughed, smiled and handed me her phone and we exchanged numbers. I handed her back her phone and vice versa and while doing so, our hands touched and again, I felt a nice warmth on me. How weird was that?
"See you tomorrow Russo," Mitchie said as we stood there staring into each other's eyes. I gave a cute smirk back to her and walked away. She SO wants me.