Title: Blind Love

Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly place. This is just a fanfiction. No infringement intended. If similar to something or someone, it is a coincidence.

Summary: What if Justin and Alex weren't related by blood and the only people that knew about it were Alex and her parents, Jerry and Teresa?
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-Chapter 3- Three Months Later (Graduation, College, and Who?)

Justin's high school graduation rolled in pretty fast. It was just three months ago that they had the wizard competition, and here he was graduating and heading to New York University. Classes weren't starting for months, but as you know Justin, he likes to get things perfect. He wants to settle in, get a job, get to know people and start the semester semi familiar.

Alex was feeling depressed. In a way it was good that Justin was leaving, but staying here where everything would remind her of him, that was going to be hard.

"Alex, hurry up!" Teresa called from the living room. Grabbing her purse, Alex ran downstairs and put on a smile, and the same act she pulled with Justin for the past 3 years.
"So you're finally leaving. I won't have to see your face here again." Alex remarked.
"And I won't have to see yours." Justin answered. For some reason, Alex took those words in and felt an ache in her chest, brushing it aside, she pushed by him almost knocking him into Teresa's lamp for the 100th time.
"I call the window." She yelled as she ran towards the car.

The graduation went by fast. Justin of course was the valedictorian. Alex exaggerated a very loud yawn about 10 minutes into the speech, which earned her an elbow in the side by Jerry.

For some reason, the answer to which Alex didn't know the answer, Justin asked Alex to go to the after party with him. Maybe it was because he was scared? But seriously? You're talking about a guy who hasn't been with his family for 12 years since he was a toddler. Whatever the reason was, Alex didn't care. This wasn't a chance you would give up when handed to you on a silver platter, personally signed by Justin.

There was a dance in the school gym, the chaperons were really not into the whole chaperoning deal and had a little party of their own in the cafeteria. Everyone was going wild. Somehow, alcoholic drinks were smuggled in, and half the crowd was tipsy already. The music was great as well as the lighting. Alex was very amazed at Justin's skills, as the student body president. He could really throw a party. Not a moment too soon, Alex's favorite song came on: Please don't stop the music by Rihanna. And then he showed up in front of her. Smiling.

"Alex," he said with that husky voice he rarely ever used, but Alex heard on several occasions. "Care to have a dance with me?"
"With you?" she asked keeping up her charade, though inside she was screaming.
"Oh please, can't you pretend to like me for 3 minutes?"
"What makes you think I don't like you?" Alex asked and instantly regretted saying it. Justin raised an eyebrow. "Never mind, forget what I said. Let's dance."

The three minutes seemed like three hours…in a good way. They lost track of time, and Justin even forgot that Alex was his sister. The party crowded around them and cheered as they had a dance showdown. To somebody who didn't know they were "related", they looked like a pair of teenagers about ready to jump each other. And the others that knew, were too drunk to remember.

This night wasn't talked about ever again. And three days later, when Justin was leaving, Alex didn't bother saying anything. She left the house and went to hang out with Harper. It was summer vacation, and who would stay at home and be all sappy? Secretly, she slipped a card in one of his bags.

Alex came home a little after lunch. It was her shift. After changing into her work clothes and putting on her apron, she walked around taking orders from people. About half an hour later, a woman in her early 30s, walked in and sat down. She looked really upset about something. She sighed several times in the past 10 minutes. She ignored Alex when she asked to take her order.

"I wonder what's up with her?" Alex asked her parents.
"I don't know." Teresa said. "Maybe she needs someone to talk to." Walking around the counter she walked up to the woman.
"Are you alright? Can I help you with anything?"

Slowly, the woman looked up. Her eyes suddenly went wide. Her expression was a mixture of shock, surprise and fear.

"Is everything ok?" Teresa asked, alarmed at her expression.
"You….you're…..you're Teresa Russo, aren't you?" she stuttered.
"Yes, do we know each other?"
"We met 15 years ago. I'm Elenita de Santino. You adopted my daughter."

This time, Teresa's eyes grew wide.