Do you Believe in Fate?
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Nine Times out of Ten Nobody Wins
A few days have passed since my argument with Paul and believe it or not Tommy still hasn't graced my apartment with his presence. I have ceased to be angry after the third day and now I'm just resigned to the fact that he may or may not come home.
It had at least given me time to fix his room for him, my creative side had taken over and I had painted the room a deep calming green with black squares and rectangles randomly placed where the framed posters and other skate boarding artwork goes, mostly in hues of red and black to add a sharp contrast to the room. The skate boards that I had had painted by my coworker hung over the bed, a black silhouette on a white background of a city scape with a boarder doing a trick midair. A large floor lamp stood in one corner and a smaller lamp set on his dresser accompanied by a scant few of his possessions. An old Xbox, one of the guys had given me for him, is situated under his new TV which sits on a stand in the corner of the room.
I figure that despite the fact that I know absolutely nothing about teenage boys, it lookes pretty good. I also have to admit that if he didn't come back home I am going to be pretty disappointed. What I don't want to admit, however, is how upset I am about not hearing a word from Paul. I ended up cancelling my date with Tony not wanting to make Paul more upset with me than he already is, but apparently that doesn't matter.
I frown as I make myself some tea and go settle myself out on the balcony. The quiet I had once longed for now seems odd in my house. I know that it has been only a couple of weeks since my house has become a haven for several rowdy boys but in that time I have come to enjoy it. I like not ever being by myself in my house, knowing that just down the hallway I have company if I want it. And I want it more than I thought I did.
Eventually I get up and go to bed; I have work in the morning and don't want to be tired, after all I have been distracted enough over the past few days as is.
The next morning dawns quietly as ever in my little empty apartment, I go about my routine and head off to work. My day is as hectic as ever but I am pleased when I am given some extra work to do, which obviously means that I am more upset over everything than even I know. I decide that I don't want to be in the office while I work on my new assignment about upcoming layout. I head over the local coffee shop, buy myself a latte and sit quietly in a corner to do my work. When the sun finally starts to set later that evening I decidedthat I don't want to walk back to my car in the dark, seeing as I had left it at the office when I went out.
The sun is sinking lower in the sky as I walk down the street back to my office building; my laptop hangs painfully from my shoulder along with my purse, which must contain my life. I smiled politely at a few people I pass by but stop short the second my eyes make contact with a man across the street. He has dark hair and equally dark and smothering eyes; he has a lean physique and luminous pale skin. The smirk on his face is absolutely delicious and I can't take my eyes away.
At least until someone practically shoves me out of their way and whatever spell he put on me is broken. I stumble for a moment trying to maintain my balance and my temper as I glare at the male who tried to run me down. So by the time I turn back to my mysterious stranger he is gone, I quickly scan the streets for him, but he is nowhere in sight.
I chastise myself as I pick up my pace and continue my journey back to work. Vaguely wondering the entire time when I allowed men like that to invade my thoughts. The dark aura that he excludes practically smothers me and yet draws me to him and he wouldn't leave my thoughts. I thought about him all the way home, to my empty apartment that is so full of memories.
The next few days go by with me subtly searching for my mysterious stranger and hoping against hope that I would find him. Perhaps I shouldn't have wished so hard to see him, but on the third day of searching and after almost a week and a half of being ignored by my suppose friends I didn't something that I don't usually do.
"Hi, I'm Megan, I've seen you around a few times and I was wondering if you wanted to go get coffee or something with me?" I question the moment I get to him with a blinding smile on my lips.
He gives me a suave smirk full of hidden promises before he says, "Sure, tomorrow at 9?"
I nod, feeling and probably looking like a love sick nerd who just got a date with the quarterback, ok so deep down inside I most likely am, but that is beside the point.
"Umm… so The Drip? And… can I get a name?"
"Calvin… and that's cool… here's my number," he says as he pulls a business card out of his jacket pocket.
I take it, a little in awe of him before I bid him a good bye and continue on my way home.
When I get there I am surprised to find Tommy and the guys there along with a girl I have never met before. The second I enter the room her brown eyes are upon me, narrowing in suspicion, her long blond hair hanging in her eyes ever so slightly. She is wearing a pair of cargo pants that fit loosely on her frame and a long sleeve shirt, with a hoodie draped across her lap. Her posture is ridged as if she was on edge about something, but that could just be my imagination. I noticed that she is sitting the closest to Tommy, and I wonder if this is maybe his girlfriend.
"Hi, I'm Megan," I said hesitantly, "and you are?"
"Alexia."
"It's very nice to meet you Alexia."
She merely nods in reply. Seth practically leaps up and runs up to me followed closely by Brady and Collin, "Hey Meg!" They chorus and each one pulls me into a huge hug.
"Hey, guys where have you been?" I question trying to keep the light hurt out of my voice.
"We were uhh..." begins Brady.
"Busy with school!" Finishes Collin, looking a little relieved at his own excuse.
"Right…" I say obviously unconvinced.
"It's true!"
"Alright…" I mutter knowing that I'm being lied to.
"Can't you just believe us?" exclaims Tommy from his place on the couch.
I frowned at him, "I don't think that you are one to speak of trust Tommy," I say sharply.
He looks a little taken aback by my words but Alexia looks angry and glares at me as if I'm a horrible person or something.
The guys notice this too and quickly run up to her and begin talking to her as if to distract her. I roll my eyes at this and turn away recalling the wonders of the teenage boy's attention span, usually caught by breasts, and continues my way into my apartment to order take out. I hadn't gone shopping in a while, mostly because I had so much food from when the boys were practically living here that when they stopped coming over I had more than enough to last me for the next couple of weeks. And now that they have decided to grace me with their presence I have no food, isn't that just typical?
I hurriedly order about 8 pizzas and pull out my lap top to begin working on my article while I wait for the delivery man to get here. It isn't long until Seth walks into the room and sends me a lop sided smile and sits in the chair opposite mine.
"You're mad," he states.
I look up at him and give him the 'well duh' look before going back to my writing.
From the corner of my eye I see him scratch the back of his head nervously, "Paul's really sad about what happened between the two of you."
"Hmm…" you hum as you don't even look up from your screen.
"He's sorry too…"
"Then he needs to apologize in person," I mutter sharply.
I could practically feel Seth wince at my tone of voice, which I know was sharper than I wanted it to be but who do they think they are? Just coming and going, not only from my apartment, but my life as they please.
"Things have been…hectic… lately."
"Seth," I mutter struggling to be polite, "I'm tired and I need to finish this and get it posted could you just leave me alone please?"
He looks hurt as he nods at me and gets up from the table and heads back into the living room. What he doesn't know is that I've had that exact same expression on my face for the last week and a half and no one was here to see mine.
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