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CHAPTER EIGHT:
Alexandria's POV
I slipped into my room, to find Alicia still snoring. I wasn't surprised, the girl slept like the dead. I cleaned up my arms and face, all the dirt from the road and some glass from the window. I winced as the washcloth went over the scrapes. It stung but I'd get over it.
With some mediation, these would heal in days if not hours.
Since the best mediation is sleep, I decided to have a second go at it.
Sliding under the covers, I soon fell fast asleep.
-A Few Weeks Later—
Gideon's POV
I'd been seeing Alex steadily for the past few weeks. We made plans when we could although I feared they were about to be slimmed down.
Professor Xavier has been invited to a sit-down with the President. I knew my father was seething about not being invited, but honestly? It was obvious why he wasn't. This was clearly going to be some type of diplomatic meeting and my father…well—diplomacy isn't his strongest point.
I was worried about Alex and I's secret dates because I didn't know if she was going with him. It would make sense if she did, being in training to take his place someday, but this would be at least a two week trip.
Sighing, I turned back to my cup of coffee.
"What's with the face?" My best friend, Chad, sat opposite me.
We had similar tastes. For instance, both of us liked our coffees no-nonsense. None of that frilly crap the girls put in it. If it wasn't straight black, it had maybe a little milk or cream. That was about as complex as it got.
Chad has known me since we were in diapers. He knows when something's up and vice versa. I also knew that he would know if I were lying. I would have to tread carefully.
Alex and I had both agreed that it would be best if we were the only ones that knew about our relationship. That included best friends.
"Just a girl" I said, shrugging.
Chad gives me the 'go on' look.
I rolled my eyes. "What, you want to know every detail?"
Chad thought for a moment before looking at me. "Yep."
Shaking my head all I said was, "I think she might be leaving soon."
Chad got an understanding look on his face. "I see. Have you done romantic things?"
I was taken aback. "Wh-what?"
"Romantic things. Like leaving flowers for her, or a small gift."
"Uh no. Should I?"
He nodded. "Most definitely. It's called wooing, my friend, and the ladies, they like being wooed."
Chad would know. He was an incurable ladies man.
Then something dawned on me. His advice wasn't making sense to me. Because I'd meant she was leaving on a trip.
Chad had thought that I meant she was breaking up with me.
Now his advice made sense.
I opened my mouth to say something, but he held up his hand.
"Hear me out. Wooing is crucial to any new relationship—
"I never said we were a recent thing."
Chad gave me the 'do you think I'm an idiot' look. I really hated that look.
"Ok—if this was a long-time thing you would have mentioned before this. This means you're fairly new. Second, Wooing is how you keep your girl. Even when she's not mad at you, you send a note, or a text or something. "
"You've never been in a relationship longer than three weeks." I pointed out.
Chad nodded. "True. But I've always done the dumping. Because I am insatiable."
I rolled my eyes. I tended to do that a lot when I hang out with Chad.
"I'm telling you. Start with a note or flowers or something." Chad said with his 'wise' face.
"Speaking of this girl," He continued, "Do I know her?"
I glanced up at Chad. Chad was also working in my father's organization. As much as I'd like to tell him the truth I knew I couldn't.
"I doubt it." I replied.
He cocked his head to the side. I could tell he was surprised that I hadn't given him a name.
"I know a lot of girls. Try me." He said.
I grinned. "Chad, saying that you know a lot of girls is clearly stating the obvious."
Chad gave me a roguish grin and shrugged. "I am who I am."