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Lexi POV
When I woke up the next morning, I was running late. As in, I had 15 minutes to get dressed and get to school.
I rushed into my closet and threw on some basketball shorts and a tank top, then I put my hoodie on and I ran downstairs. I took an apple from the bowl on the counter, then I grabbed my bag and I ran to the door.
I wasn't expecting to see anyone on the other side, though.
"Finally, I thought you'd never be ready," Alex groaned, starting to walk out of the driveway.
I shook my head, "I'm confused."
"Well, I knew you walked alone, and I didn't think that was safe, so I decided to walk with you," Alex explained, both of us fast walking to school.
"That's sweet, Alex, but if I'm ever that late again, just go," I said, biting into my apple.
"Whatever," he grumbled, "can I have a bite?"
"Yeah, here," I handed him the apple.
We walked in silence for the rest of the time, and I got three more bites out of my apple, Alex ate the rest of it.
"When's your free period?" Alex asked, holding the school door open for me.
"Fourth block," I replied, walking to my locker.
"Me too!" He shouted, leaning on the locker next to mine.
"That's cool," I replied, taking out my books.
"Do you want to meet up later then?" Alex asked, closing my locker door for me.
"Um, Alex I really would, but, I study during that time." I said, frowning.
"Oh, that's fine," he whispered, "I gotta get to class, bye!"
I sighed and walked into Mrs. Sanders classroom.
~!~
Reading and math passed by quickly, and now I was in science.
"Hello," Jack greeted me.
"Hey Jack, how are you?" I asked, taking out my notebook.
"Awesome," he replied, leaning on the desk.
"So I'm sexy?" I asked him, raising my eyebrow.
My question didn't faze Jack for a minute, in fact he grinned lopsided at me.
"Ah, Alex is dead," he said.
"I wouldn't kill your lead singer," I stated.
"How much do you know about me?" He inquired.
"Enough, now be quiet, he's explaining a lab," I said, starting to take notes from the board.
~!~
"No Jack! That's too much," I said, trying to stop him from pouring the chemical into the beaker, but it was to late.
"Whoops," he said, backing away from our table.
I followed his example, and stood on my tiptoes so I could see the top of the beaker. The liquid was turning from a milky white to a forest green rather quickly, and it started to foam over the top. But then some kid, who didn't know what was going on, banged into our desk, accidentally spilling some of the chemical he was holding into our beaker, and that's when it happened.
The liquid in the beaker literally shot of the glass, and splattered all over Jack and I. So now we were covered in forest green crap, that was starting to harden on our clothes.
"Everyone calm down!" Mr. Tyler shouted over the screaming in the classroom. "You two, go home and take showers, get changed, and then continue your day as usual. You're not in any danger."
Jack and I nodded our heads and started to walk of the classroom, we had barely made it out of the door when we started to laugh, and tears started to come out of my eyes.
"What happened now, Jack?" Some buff guy with blondish hair asked Jack, while walking over to us.
"I'll tell you later Zack, it's a long story. Are you skipping?" Jack inquired.
"Psh, yeah. I can't stand Mrs. Sanders," Zack said, starting to walk with us.
"Zack, as in Merrick?" I asked him, looking him up and down.
"Yeah. Do I know you?" Zack asked.
"No. But I know Alex and Jack," I explained.
"Ah, I see. So who are you?" He inquired, holding the school's front door open for me.
"Lexi," I replied.
"Nice to meet you Lexi," Zack said, holding out his hand, I shook it.
"Now all you have to do is meet Rian and you'll know everybody," Jack said, starting to walk home.
"Yeah," I replied.
We walked home talking about our day so far, and Jack and Zack made a right onto Jack's street, while I continued walking straight.
When I walked into my house it was empty, both of my parents were at work. I ran up to my room and I threw my clothes into the trash can, the green goop was stuck on them for good.
When I got into the shower I slit my wrists, which made my day way better. I got lost in the feeling though, and I cut to deep. "Oh shit," I said, sticking my arm under the water that way the blood would run off of my hand. I waited in the shower until the bleeding stopped, then I got out.
I wrapped a towel around my right wrist, then I got changed. I slid into my white skinny jeans and black Warped Tour concert tee, then I threw the towel into my laundry basket. I looked down at my wrist and I knew that I was going to have a scar on it. Not like it wasn't the first time.
I walked down the stairs and out my front door and I started to run back to the school, not wanting to miss anymore classes today.
When I got back to the school it was fourth block, so I grabbed my homework folder from my locker and I headed to the library.
I smiled when I entered the library and I sat down at the table Alex was at, his head bent over a textbook.
"Alex Gaskarth studying?" I asked, trying to see what subject he was working on.
"I do it every once in a while," he replied, his eyebrows furrowing together. "So I hear you had an interesting day."
"Who told you?" I asked, sighing.
"Zack told Rian, who told Kara, who told me in the hallway," Alex explained.
"Lucky me," I groaned.
"You got to skip school, don't complain," he grumbled, punching numbers into his calculator.
"Okay I've had enough, what are working on?" I asked, taking his textbook away from him.
"Math, algebra," Alex mumbled.
"This is easy, here lemme show you," I said, and I started to explain how to solve inverse functions.
~!~
My free period flew by and, somehow, I still was able to finish my homework while helping Alex study.
My writing class went by fast, but Alex acted different in that class. The Alex that I knew was crazy, sweet and funny. The one in here was a man whore, arrogant, and really rude. I was thankful when the bell rang so I could get away from him and the girls who followed him everywhere.
I sat down at the table I sat at yesterday, and I opened my notebook, starting to work on a poem. I heard a lot of whispering behind me, then I saw feet approach my table and sit down. I looked up to see Jack, Zack, Alex and two other people I didn't know stare at me.
"What's up?" I asked them.
"We're sitting with you," Jack said, starting to eat his school lunch, everyone else followed his example.
"Lexi, that's Rian and his girlfriend Kara," Alex said, pointing to the people I didn't know.
"Hi," I whispered, feeling out of place sitting with them.
"Hey," Kara replied, smiling brightly at me.
"I've heard a lot about you," Rian said, looking at the three guys sitting at the table.
"Same here," I replied, going back to my poem.
Lunch got less awkward as time went by, and by the time the bell rang all of us were red in the face from laughing at Jack's stupid jokes.
"You ready?" Alex asked me, getting up from the table.
"Yeah," I mumbled, still mad at him for acting like a jerk in writing class.
Once we got outside of school Alex turned to me, squinting his eyes, "what's wrong?"
I considered lying about it, but I decided against it, "in 5th block you act like a bitch."
"I do?" he asked, his eyes widening.
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"How?"
"The Alex I know is fun, that one is rude. You act like everyone is filth and you're the king of the world." I explained, trying not to hurt him.
"How do I fix it?"
"Well, think before you act and speak, and if you need help I sit right next to you," I said, walking to my front door.
"Okay," he replied, nodding. "I have band practice right now, wanna come?"
"I don't know," I said, looking at my door.
"Your parents won't mind. Please," he whined, giving me puppy dog eyes.
"Oh, fine." I moaned, giving in. "Lemme go tell my parents, I'll be right back."
When I walked into the house, it was dark. I found a note on the counter, and it was in my mom's handwriting,
Honey,
Emergency meeting, we'll be back at 5
Love ya!
I turned the paper over to the back and I wrote my own note, explaining I would be back later. They didn't care when I got home.
"Ready?" I asked Alex, who was leaning against my house.
"Yeah, we have to drive though," Alex said, cutting through my lawn and into his.
I followed Alex into his garage, where his car was. It was a crappy old black Buick, but it would have to do, my dad was using my car.
We made small talk on the way to Rian's house, but we made it in no time. Mostly because Alex was speeding the whole way.
Alex just walked into the house, and I took a deep breath and followed after him.
