I noticed a familiar mop of blond hair coming towards me, my eyes widened and I turned on the spot, I flung open my locker and rummaged through it hoping with trepidation that he didn’t notice me. As he drew closer, my heart beat picked up.
Keep walking, keep walking. I urged him on in my head.
“Monroe, darling, just the girl I needed to see, how are ya?” his deep voice - that scared the heck out of me - called.
I turned around as if I was caught red-handed. He stood a good head taller than I was with ice cold blue eyes that mocked me and dared me to speak. His beautiful face might trick you into believing he was a blessing instead of a curse.
When I didn’t respond, he smirked running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. “Do you know what happens to people who try to avoid me?” Chase asked
“I wasn’t -” I began
“Don’t you lie to me Monroe” his expression hardened. His teasing mood shifting altogether, you’d think he was bipolar.
“Liar. You piss me off.” He spat cutting me off.
Before I could respond he grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my head against the lockers. Pain broke out in my head. I staggered backwards, holding my head in my hands. I felt blood trickle down my chin.
“You know Alex, I don’t hit girls but then again, I don’t consider you one.” he sneered in my face, “Besides you make a good punching bag.” He slammed me one more time before walking off with a bunch of his cronies.
I slid down the metal lockers and refused to let any tears fall. I didn’t know I was capable of so much hate, his very existence irked me. I can’t believe that once upon a time I use to love that same boy until he stomped all over my heart.
The people around me avoided meeting my eyes, turning a blind eye like always, some of them used to be my friends.
Good thing it was home time.
I sat there for a while with my face buried in my hands before slowly getting up, I closed my locker softly and walked home.
Once again I felt the world go blank and it was just me, me and the rain. It was better wiping myself from emotions, so when I walked, I walked with no thoughts accompanying me.
A car crept beside me, the driver rolling down the dark tinted window, I was greeted by my driver, Phil, “Miss Alex - please get in” I knew he’d come, he always does but it was better to be alone, I don’t have to explain myself when I’m alone. I nodded wordlessly and slid into the sleek Mercedes. I put my bag aside and kept my head low, my hair shielding my face as I could feel tears trickling down my chin.
“Why didn’t you come to the car?” Phil asked in a worried tone.
“Didn’t see it” I lied
He was quiet for a while before he asked, “How was your day?”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” I sniffled, hot tears streaked down my face and I tried hard to hold in my sobs.
“You shouldn’t let people get to you” Phil advised looking at me through the review mirror. That hit a nerve.
“I don’t alright?” I snapped harshly.
He didn’t say anything after that. The ride home was a quiet one except for the constant pitter-patter of the rain on the windows. Slowly regret bubbled inside of me. I’d hurt Phil’s feelings when he was only trying to help. Why was I so heartless? He pulled up in front of my door, the roof overhead shielding me from the rain.
I hesitated, “Phil?” He turned around, his baby blue eyes softened as he looked at me, maybe noticing the purple bruise around my eye and my split lip.
He smiled, “You needn’t apologize to me child, it was none of my business after all”
That stung a little, I was nobody’s business. Not even my parents. I half smiled and got out.
“Bye” I said and without waiting for his reply I shut the door. I trudged up to my room, which was at the far end of the mansion. Finally in the comfort of my room, I kicked off my damp shoes and went straight for the shower. I was freezing. I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and enjoy the time I had at home where no one was there to judge me.
I lay back on my bed preparing for a nap when someone knocked at my door. The only other person who’d bother to come greet me was my personal maid, Madeline. Believe it or not, my parents hired her to keep me company, so they sort of did care about me in their own way. She was good company, liked most of the things I did and she actually wanted to be my friend even though she was a few years older.
“Come in” I said sitting up.
“Good evening Alex” Madeline chirped
“Hello” I greeted falling back down.
“Your mother sent me up here to get you”
“Mother’s here?” I asked bolting right back up, disbelief clear on my face.
Madeline grinned, “Why don’t you go find out?”
I immediately shot up from my bed and raced to her room, finding it empty. I frowned.
“She’s in the kitchen!” Madeline called; laughter in her voice.
“Thanks!” I called back and wasting no time, I ran to the kitchen.
“Mum!” I flung my arms around her.
“Alex! Alex! What did I say about hugging me when I come home? I feel all sweaty” She said peeling me away from her with an irritated look.
“I’m Sorry,” I apologized sheepishly
“Don’t do it again if you’re so sorry”
“Any way honey, how was school?” my mum asked, my heart swelled, it’s been forever since she asked me that. It was a weird thing, but whenever my mother was home, I felt like a kid again, I wanted her approval, I wanted her attention and I wanted her warmth.
“It was okay, I got a full mark for Math and History on that test I told you about.”
“Mhm, that’s great” she said offhandedly, “Come with me, we have guests.” she beckoned me to follow her.
I trailed behind her all the way to the sitting room trying to start up a conversation but she only nodded and gave one word answers. I was happy she was actually answering me, she usually didn’t.
In the sitting room there were my dad and three other people I didn’t recognise.
“Aaah Alexa my darling, how are you?” my dad smiled in greeting.
“I’m okay” I beamed. This was the most they’ve ever paid attention to me.
The three other people in the room were looking at me and I straightened myself shuffling from foot to foot uncomfortably not really liking the eyes of the trio on me, it was a funny thing, having eyes on you I mean, you’d never know what the other person is thinking, it bothers me to no end.
“This is my daughter Alexa” my dad introduced me to the middle aged couple occupying the love seat across from me. I smiled at them and they smiled back.
“This is Mr and Mrs Pine and their son Jayden” Mum said gesturing to the couple and then to the boy who was standing by his mother’s side with his arms crossed over his chest. And as soon as I laid my eyes on him my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. He was exactly what my dream guy looked like, from the black messy mop of hair to the chocolate brown orbs and perfectly structured face. It was unreal, the kind of blur face of my dream guy felt like it just clarified.
And what a handsome face he had.
Realising I was gawking at him; I tore my eyes away and closed my mouth quickly. “Um... hey” I greeted awkwardly forcing myself to keep my eyes strictly to the floor. Boys are self-centred bastards and I didn’t want to feed his ego by gawking at him. Even though he looked like my dream guy, I’m sure as hell he doesn’t act like him.
“Hello Alexa, is it?” Mr Pine asked standing up to shake my hand.
“Alex, call me Alex” I told him, he looked to be around his forties, he had soft brown eyes and already greying brown hair. He looked nothing like his son, save for the colour of his eyes.
“Sit down Alex” Mum patted the spot between her and dad.
Once I was seated my Dad said, “Jayden here is going to stay at our house for some time, his parents are going to America to get some business done which in turn would take time.”
“Okay... for how long” I asked
“For however long it takes” My mother said, but somehow I had an eerie feeling she wasn’t talking about the business trip.
“Okay” I agreed
“And we might go with for some time, but we’ll come back a little earlier than them” Dad added
“We leave tonight.” Mrs Pine put in, she was small and blonde, looked nothing like Jayden also. I was starting to think he was adopted or something or it could be that carbon copies didn’t exist in this family but even that didn’t make any sense.
“Huh? Tonight?” I asked catching wind to exactly what they were saying. Leave it to my parents to tell me things a few hours before it happens. God. This always happens.
“Wait. You’re leaving me with him?” I asked in disbelief. Do they know the dangers that could happen to me with a guy who might turn out to be a humongous jerk-face? “Why? Doesn’t he have relatives or something?”
“Don’t be ridiculous Alex.” Mother said giving me a stern look. I felt a bit of rage raise up inside of my chest, they always did this but this time, they’re not leaving me alone; they’re leaving me alone with a boy. They’re turning the one place in which I could relax into a place where I had to guard myself too.
“Fine, leave me like you always do. That’s fine really. You never pay attention to me and you never will!”
I got up and stormed out of the room. I instantly regretted leaving so rudely, where were my manners?
Screw up, failure.
I shook my head, banishing my stupid inner demon, she wasn’t helping. I felt an inescapable itch and I locked myself up in my bathroom, it can’t be helped, I have to, it’s been a shitty day.