Alice and FP sneak around together for a while. A little bit of Alice's home life and perspective.

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Chapter Two

Alice POV

"Back then, I was Alice Smith: the bad girl from the wrong side of the tracks."

I throw on my sheer mesh top over my black bra and pull out my necklaces and crosses to drape across my chest. I slip on my long earrings and slick my darkest shade of purple lipstick on my thick lips. After I throw on my gloves, I put on every ring I own and grab a piece of toast from the toaster. It's practically burnt but I try not to care.

"Great," I mumble, looking down at the bread. "Just as dark as my soul."

"Crazy bitch," Mom mumbles from the table with a drink in her hand and a strange, yet familiar smile on her greying blonde face. Carl slams the door as he walks in the room with a beer in his hand. My mom really knows how to pick em. He slams his hand down on the table beside my mom. She jumps but doesn't look at him at all.

"Get to school, kid," he says. "Your sister is already there."

"My sister is a pretentious hag," I say in return, grabbing my Serpent jacket on the way out. I throw it over my shoulder. He shakes his head, watching me leave.

"Don't let it hit you on the way out!" he shouts.

"Oh bite me," I say, slamming the door.

I eat the toast in three bites, revving the engine on my bike before speeding off, throwing mud onto the side of the trailer and speeding down the road toward school. The only reason I am going to school at all today is because damn, I look good in this outfit and even though I would never admit it to any living soul, especially him, I really want to see FP. For some reason, he is magnetic. Every time he is in the room, I can feel him. I want to be close to him. I want to kiss him. I want him to hold me, take me, make me his. I've slept with other guys before but it's so different with him. He feels good. He feels safe.

Safe is not usually something that I am familiar with but I am staring to get used to it, and damn I think I like it.

I park my bike in a space I am totally not allowed to before stomping my way past some losers and through a vast of popular kids before I get to my locker.

"Hey, Hermione!" I shout when I see her walking from down the hall. She turns around, flipping her silky smooth dark hair over her shoulder. She adjusts her well covered top and looks me over as she walks closer. It is clear that she is judging me but I like it. I crave that kind of bad attention.

"You gonna write that paper for me, or what?" I demand.

"Alice, you know I don't believe cheating is godly," she says. "I won't cheat for you, no matter what you think you are going to give me."

"Give you?" I ask with a short laugh. "That's hilarious. No. I was going to allow you to keep that pretty face of yours."

She looks afraid. I can see it in the shaking of her hand at her side and the worry in her eyes. She looks at my height, my heels and then back to my face where I remain a stone cold killer. To her, I might actually hurt her and if she doesn't give me what I want, I probably will.

"Cheating is a sin!" she shouts, practically squawking. I step back a little bit. A few people give us some glances. I notice a few of the football kids walking by. Marty looks at me through this sunglasses and then licks his lower lip.

"Looking fine today, Alice Smith," he says.

"Yeah? And you're looking for a knuckle sandwich, Marty," I tell him in return.

"Feisty," he says, turning back around to walk with his guys. FP looks right at me and then keeps on walking. I know why but it still stings a little. We could never show out loud that we actually care for each other. He probably doesn't care for me at all. I don't love him but I don't want him hurt either. I am not sure if that is caring or not.

"Are you going to do the damn paper for me or not?" I ask her.

She shakes her head.

"Are you going to destroy my face?" she asks.

"Not if you find someone else to do it for me instead," I tell her.

She looks surprised but pleased. She nods quickly and then runs off with a mission. I am no longer bothered. I slam my locker closed, making sure at least two teachers are around to hear it. Mrs. Crabapple jumps at the loud noise so I grin at her when she glances in my direction.

"Really, Alice?" she asks.

I give her a shrug.

"Don't know what you're talking about," I say, walking past her and toward the teachers lounge. It will be empty this time of the morning. In five minutes every teacher in the school will be in a classroom, homeroom or helping with getting the day ready. That means FP and I have exactly fifteen minutes.

We have been running off together for over two weeks now. Every time is fun and unimaginably sexy.

When I turn into the teachers lounge, he is waiting for me.

"Alice," he says.

I bite my lip and throw off my Serpent jacket, letting it land on the ground. He quickly puts no space between us, grabbing me in his arms and kissing me hard on the mouth. We kiss like this for several seconds before I pull away a little to unbuckle his pants. He kisses me again, pulling me back close to him. He wraps his arms around me, holding me against his chest. He doesn't try to take my clothes off. It's an odd gesture. One of his hands finds the space between my neck and my hair. He holds me there while the other is still wrapped around my waist. His kisses are deep and passionate, filled with longing and lust but they are not as sloppy and needy as they usually are. They are not rushed and filled with angst as I can always tell he is. His body is clearly reacting to me but his lips still remained locked on mine, his hands traveling me instead of taking my clothes off.

Finally, I pull away, putting my hand to his chest.

"Don't you want to have sex?" I ask him.

"Well yeah but…" he trails off. His cheeks turn bright red. I can feel his heart thumping in his chest. His hands are still on me, holding me as if I might slip away at any second.

"But what?" I ask him.

I can see something in his eyes: longing? Lust? Happiness? But then whatever it is, it is gone in an instant, like someone pulling their covers over their head. Replaced is a mask of shadows that I cannot read.

"Nothing," he says. "Let's get to it then."

It is an odd thing to say but the redness is gone from his cheeks too. He quickly pushes his pants out of his way and then works on mine before lifting me up and throwing my back against the wall, then making us one.

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