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~Alex &The Girl~
Alexandra Cabot and Olivia Benson had grown in to women together – Two girls from opposite sides of the tracks: Alex was a classic all American girl with the added bonus of a privileged upbringing. Lucky enough to have been born into a family with love and money to spare, she flourished through childhood and adolescence turned her into a bold yet refined young woman. Though her family had money and a good name they where small and tight knit. To the extent that naturally independent Alex often felt smothered, though never forgot to be thankful for the her good life. For both their parents had raised their Daughter out of love and respect. Teaching her the finer points of growing up, as a young lady should: Respectful, kind, grateful, confident, and dignified.
Alexandra's Mother was a beautiful and intelligent lady, tall and blond with a commanding presence. When Mrs. Cabot entered a room, it stopped, when she spoke people listened, but she had a disarming smile and a soft touch that went well with her warm and gentle character. From her mother Alex received all the love and affection a girl might need, as well as her fine features and fair silk hair. However in character she was her Father's Daughter. From a young age she seemed to have an innate sense of pride, righteousness, and ambition. She succeeded his strong conviction for almost everything in life, from the right way of making a peanut butter and jam sandwich to politics. What Alex wanted Alex got. Moreover, she had always been determined to over compensate for the stereotype her perfect golden locks carried with them; She excelled at any task she set her mind to. Alex was intelligent, strong headed (at times petulant) and exacting, almost to a fault. She had a sharp quick tong and her pride often got the better of her. But Alex was also, by nature, prudent and calculating. Yes, young Miss Cabot was a "type A" though and though… With her father's intellect, piercing blue eyes and chiseled features, as well as her Mother's striking presence, and fine feminine good looks (along with being expectedly spoiled) she was a force to be reckoned with. Even at 16, when Alexandra Cabot entered a room it stopped, when she spoke people listened. Nothing ever broke Alex's stride. No one ever slowed her down or made her second guess that life was always and only what she intended to make of it… At least not until Olivia.
Since her first day of high school Alex had noticed The Girl that stood on her own near the side entrance of their school… Perhaps it was because the sullen looking brunette seemed to not want to be noticed and, almost succeeded, that she seemed all the more intriguing, or maybe simply because she seemed somehow different from all the other teens that twittered around the schoolyard, but Alex was drawn to her… just by looking at her Alex knew that girl was the embodiment of the reason she had begged to go to a public high school rather than continuing at the private one she had always attended. Alex was tired of constantly being surrounded by prim and proper airheads that thought of nothing in the world outside of their own superficial lives. Of course, Alex herself was not so much unlike them, but nonetheless she was not the same. Public school, she was sure, would offer an escape from the world of petty well-to-do girls she had always been surrounded by before… That must have been it. Alex saw that whoever that girl was, she was obviously the antithesis of all of those stupid private school girls.
But as the weeks went by the pretty and instantly popular blond did nothing to indulge her fascination but look. There seemed to be something very untouchable about that girl, Alex noticed. It was in the way her arms were almost always crossed in front of her defensively and the way her overly casual clothing and posture seemed to contradict them. The way she never seemed to make eye contact with anyone, even the rough looking seniors that occasionally hung out with her. With them she smoked, joked and rough housed, but only half-heartedly it seemed. Her smiles weak seemed automatic while her discomfort seemed strong. And she seemed to hate the taste of her cigarette yet preferred its company to theirs if they were around. Though it may have seemed this tough young girl was in her element in the boys company a closer look would tell differently. She would never touch them or look at them unless it was an offensively sharp glare or a playful but rough punch to the shoulder. Her speech was casual and nonchalant, but her tone was often overly harsh, and that seemed offset by the way her short dark hair always seemed to hide half of her face, making her seem meek yet fierce all at one. She almost always wore faded jeans and a tank top with a loose faded sweatshirt over top, Alex assumed, to hide her figure. She guessed at the fact that this might all be part of a mask, but she wasn't quite sure… Sometimes in the warm early September weather the girl's sweatshirt often rained unzipped and Alex couldn't help but notice how much more delicate, in spit of her best efforts, the girl seemed without the oversized hoodie swallowing her up; How her form fitting tank top betrayed the contours of her breasts and small waist, where it sat an inch or two above the waist of her jeans, revealing the girl's hips and a thin strip of her pale, flat tummy, in a way that Alex found curiously becoming. – Though she could have sworn that on more than one occasion she could make out a bruise on the exposed skin, which sent a pang through her in a way she couldn't explain. Alex would immediately look away, on those occasions.
From the distance she always maintained Alex found the subject of her careful observation much more of a young girl than first impressions may have given. She was feminine and pretty, Alex thought, underneath the rough exterior… But still, everything about the girl seemed to say, "That's right, something's wrong with this picture, so just fuck off." … And Alex did. Every morning and whenever possible, she would catch glimpses of That Girl out of the corner of her eye, but she kept her distance. Alexandra may have been confided but she was also careful, and it was in her nature to be weary of boundaries.
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