Midnight Love [Chapter 3]
A note gets passed on to Alex during first period..
"500 f*cking terms?" Braxton sounded surprised, "Damn, I’ll have to remember not to say shit in Mr. Gross’s class."
Alex was showing off her 25 pages of handwritten terms, which had taken her closely to 6 hours. All her other homework was left undone and shoved into her locker, waiting to get crammed in during study hall.
"Or just don’t get caught," Alex slid the notebook into her locker, pulling out the book for her first period class. Her locker closed and she stood up, facing Braxton. Pushing her hair behind her shoulders, she leaned up against the lockers, "so what was the reason of the phone call last night? How’d you even get me number? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re physco stalker."
"I’m not stalker," Braxton clocked his own locker, "and this town is so damn small, it wasn’t hard to get your number."
"Why’d you call me then?" she questions, brushing her bangs to the side. The fact that he called her at her house was just a little weird. The call that she normally got were mostly from Fret, occasionally it was her boss asking her to work.
"Bored, like I said. You’re the only I know…. Wanted to get a tour of the town," His eyebrows rose as Alex burst out laughing, "what?"
"A.. tour?" Ashe asked between her fits of laughter, "that’s the lamest excuse… ever!"
"Really."
By the sound of his voice, Alex wasn’t entirely sure what to think about it. There wasn’t much time to think about it, the bell rang indication everyone has to head to their first period class.
"Whatever new boy," Alex pushed herself up, tucking in her notebook and textbook close to her chest, "a tour, hah… you’re funny."
Her school had this big deal about school spirit. There were always pep rallies, poster making, or ‘pump-up’ gatherings before home games. Every hallway was designated to certain classes and they were suppose to keep that hallway up to date and all "full of spirit," according to the principal. All of them were decorated in assortment of flyers, cheering on players for the basketball team. Everything was orange and black, their school colors, and if you stared at them long enough you’d get a headache.
Alex thought it seemed like homecoming year around, except without the games at the end of the week. She’s never been one to get all involved in the whole "spirit" thing. There was much better ways to spend her nights then going to the games. Like working at DJ’s CDs, a music store in a larger city thirty minutes away, or chill with Fret at one of the town’s parks.
Taking her normal seat in the back, she was planning on using this class to catch up on sleep. She had gone to bed around 10:39, after she had gotten off the phone with Braxton, but her mom had came up later. Since her dad was no longer around, he was living in some town in California that she couldn’t remember the name, her mom would used Alex as company. Usually on those nights, she probably been drinking and then she’d ramble off on her problems. Last night, Alex got an earful of work problems, the dull news of how her dad was a bastard, and how Jason’s grades were slipping. Not that she didn’t like the last part, she enjoys having any bit of information that gives her the chance to pick on her younger brother, but she was beat by then and told her mom to leave with unwise vocabulary.
The way she acted has never been one of those goody attitude, Alex has always told it as it is. If you were bothering her, you’d know. Sometimes, her lack of compassion to others who cared for her scared her. But then, showing others sympathy or anything was too cheesy for her.
She’s always been able to get along with people, though. But, they don’t seem to want to get along with her and blame that it was all her. Personally, she doesn’t care what people thing, but then she doesn’t realize that it is her that pushes everyone away by her cruel honesty.
"Alex, would you care to chare the class with your note?"
Alex’s head popped up, she had be doodling on the corner of her notebook, trying to ignore the teacher’s boring lecture, "What?"
"Note." Mr. Titch held out his hand, the ring on his finger shimmered dimly from the lights.
Looking around, trying to find out what her note was. There, sitting at the corner of her desk was a colorful piece of paper folded neatly into a square. Her name was printed on the front with one quick swipe underneath it. She had entirely missed it being placed on her desk, but apparently Mr. Titch didn’t.
Curious, she reached over and grabbed it before her teacher’s fingers snatched it away, "it’s not a note."
"Then you wouldn’t mind if I read it out loud."
There was no clue on what this note contained and she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to risk detention, if it just happened to be sometimes unimportant. Even though she had detention plenty of times before, wasting her limited free time didn’t sound appealing and worth it.
"Fine," grumbling, Alex slapped the note into her teacher’s hand, "if it’s juicy, skim off some parts. I don’t want the class to get all happy."
He glared at her, but she luckily didn’t get anything as a comeback. Mr. Tich was one of the more lenient teachers at the school if you listened to his orders. On certain days, if she felt up to it, she’d disagree with everything and eventually a debate would brew up. He’d get angry, but every time he let it go.
Alex watched as he unfolded the note, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. She didn’t mind so that he was reading it, but slowly started to realized she didn’t want the others to hear her note. They know nothing about her and they’re using this opportunity to their advantage. These were people who got notes on a regular basis, this was her first and she didn’t want to share.
"Alex. Gazebo. Lunch… be there."
Her hope fell, well that wasn’t exciting at all. The Gazebo and lunch? Wow, Fret. He must have something to do first, like he doesn’t have time to meet her. F*ck, he could’ve just told her during fourth period.
"For someone who’s a damn genius, he sure doesn’t use it," Alex growled, taking the note that he set back down on her desk. Everyone else seemed disappointed also. The note was nothing useful to them, they now just know where she was eating her lunch.
Unfolding the piece of paper, wanting to read it for herself. Noted seemed a bit more satisfying when it was you who read the note, not the teachers.
She gasped softly, astonished what was actually on the note. Mr. Titch had shorted it down, leaving out the entire huge paragraph written in unfamiliar handwriting. Sure there was Gazebo and the lunch line, but that was way at the bottom as the closing. She again felt the unusual tingling feeling in her stomach for having her first ‘non hating’ note.
"Mrs. Laurens is so f*cking boring. She’s going off on how students and drugs, their attitudes and blah, blah, blah," she read, "I don’t think she realized that all she is talking about sounds like… static. Okay, I couldn’t think of what she sounds like, but man it’s annoying. Call this call officially "Duh-ead!" This guy from another class, hell I don’t know where… Its just my 2nd day, is the biggest freak I’ve seen… and I’m from NY, so I’ve seen a lot of freaks… and he’s a total nerd…"
He has an ITV class… okay, defiantly not Fret..
Braxton. How come she didn’t think that at first? Man, is this guy weird or what?
"Going crazy in here, so I told some kid to pass on a note to you. He’s standing here, waiting… complaining about ticking Mr. Titch off. But, hell, that can’t beat what I feel here."
‘Get to the point,’ Alex though, her eyes rolling… she doesn’t know how many times she thought that or said that to him.
"And like I said, neighbor, you’re the only I’ve talk to, though. I did have some preppy looking blonde chick comment me on my piercing. Please, like she really cared. Mrs. Laurens is sounding really pissed at… Dallas? Idk. Gazebo. Lunch.. F*cking be there."
Alex didn’t see why he was wanting to spend time with her anyway. All he’s going to do was end up like everyone else and eventually stop talking to her once he found his own group. It’s how it always goes. But, still, Alex was craving company other then Fret. Fret was cool, but she wanted someone new in her life that was a bit mysterious and who she knows nothing about.. To give her a bit of a thrill in her life, instead of everything being predictable.
"The dude is a f*cking stalker," Alex grabbed everything as the bell rand, heading off to second period, "and I didn’t notice he had a piercing."
Alex was showing off her 25 pages of handwritten terms, which had taken her closely to 6 hours. All her other homework was left undone and shoved into her locker, waiting to get crammed in during study hall.
"Or just don’t get caught," Alex slid the notebook into her locker, pulling out the book for her first period class. Her locker closed and she stood up, facing Braxton. Pushing her hair behind her shoulders, she leaned up against the lockers, "so what was the reason of the phone call last night? How’d you even get me number? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re physco stalker."
"I’m not stalker," Braxton clocked his own locker, "and this town is so damn small, it wasn’t hard to get your number."
"Why’d you call me then?" she questions, brushing her bangs to the side. The fact that he called her at her house was just a little weird. The call that she normally got were mostly from Fret, occasionally it was her boss asking her to work.
"Bored, like I said. You’re the only I know…. Wanted to get a tour of the town," His eyebrows rose as Alex burst out laughing, "what?"
"A.. tour?" Ashe asked between her fits of laughter, "that’s the lamest excuse… ever!"
"Really."
By the sound of his voice, Alex wasn’t entirely sure what to think about it. There wasn’t much time to think about it, the bell rang indication everyone has to head to their first period class.
"Whatever new boy," Alex pushed herself up, tucking in her notebook and textbook close to her chest, "a tour, hah… you’re funny."
Her school had this big deal about school spirit. There were always pep rallies, poster making, or ‘pump-up’ gatherings before home games. Every hallway was designated to certain classes and they were suppose to keep that hallway up to date and all "full of spirit," according to the principal. All of them were decorated in assortment of flyers, cheering on players for the basketball team. Everything was orange and black, their school colors, and if you stared at them long enough you’d get a headache.
Alex thought it seemed like homecoming year around, except without the games at the end of the week. She’s never been one to get all involved in the whole "spirit" thing. There was much better ways to spend her nights then going to the games. Like working at DJ’s CDs, a music store in a larger city thirty minutes away, or chill with Fret at one of the town’s parks.
Taking her normal seat in the back, she was planning on using this class to catch up on sleep. She had gone to bed around 10:39, after she had gotten off the phone with Braxton, but her mom had came up later. Since her dad was no longer around, he was living in some town in California that she couldn’t remember the name, her mom would used Alex as company. Usually on those nights, she probably been drinking and then she’d ramble off on her problems. Last night, Alex got an earful of work problems, the dull news of how her dad was a bastard, and how Jason’s grades were slipping. Not that she didn’t like the last part, she enjoys having any bit of information that gives her the chance to pick on her younger brother, but she was beat by then and told her mom to leave with unwise vocabulary.
The way she acted has never been one of those goody attitude, Alex has always told it as it is. If you were bothering her, you’d know. Sometimes, her lack of compassion to others who cared for her scared her. But then, showing others sympathy or anything was too cheesy for her.
She’s always been able to get along with people, though. But, they don’t seem to want to get along with her and blame that it was all her. Personally, she doesn’t care what people thing, but then she doesn’t realize that it is her that pushes everyone away by her cruel honesty.
"Alex, would you care to chare the class with your note?"
Alex’s head popped up, she had be doodling on the corner of her notebook, trying to ignore the teacher’s boring lecture, "What?"
"Note." Mr. Titch held out his hand, the ring on his finger shimmered dimly from the lights.
Looking around, trying to find out what her note was. There, sitting at the corner of her desk was a colorful piece of paper folded neatly into a square. Her name was printed on the front with one quick swipe underneath it. She had entirely missed it being placed on her desk, but apparently Mr. Titch didn’t.
Curious, she reached over and grabbed it before her teacher’s fingers snatched it away, "it’s not a note."
"Then you wouldn’t mind if I read it out loud."
There was no clue on what this note contained and she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to risk detention, if it just happened to be sometimes unimportant. Even though she had detention plenty of times before, wasting her limited free time didn’t sound appealing and worth it.
"Fine," grumbling, Alex slapped the note into her teacher’s hand, "if it’s juicy, skim off some parts. I don’t want the class to get all happy."
He glared at her, but she luckily didn’t get anything as a comeback. Mr. Tich was one of the more lenient teachers at the school if you listened to his orders. On certain days, if she felt up to it, she’d disagree with everything and eventually a debate would brew up. He’d get angry, but every time he let it go.
Alex watched as he unfolded the note, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. She didn’t mind so that he was reading it, but slowly started to realized she didn’t want the others to hear her note. They know nothing about her and they’re using this opportunity to their advantage. These were people who got notes on a regular basis, this was her first and she didn’t want to share.
"Alex. Gazebo. Lunch… be there."
Her hope fell, well that wasn’t exciting at all. The Gazebo and lunch? Wow, Fret. He must have something to do first, like he doesn’t have time to meet her. F*ck, he could’ve just told her during fourth period.
"For someone who’s a damn genius, he sure doesn’t use it," Alex growled, taking the note that he set back down on her desk. Everyone else seemed disappointed also. The note was nothing useful to them, they now just know where she was eating her lunch.
Unfolding the piece of paper, wanting to read it for herself. Noted seemed a bit more satisfying when it was you who read the note, not the teachers.
She gasped softly, astonished what was actually on the note. Mr. Titch had shorted it down, leaving out the entire huge paragraph written in unfamiliar handwriting. Sure there was Gazebo and the lunch line, but that was way at the bottom as the closing. She again felt the unusual tingling feeling in her stomach for having her first ‘non hating’ note.
"Mrs. Laurens is so f*cking boring. She’s going off on how students and drugs, their attitudes and blah, blah, blah," she read, "I don’t think she realized that all she is talking about sounds like… static. Okay, I couldn’t think of what she sounds like, but man it’s annoying. Call this call officially "Duh-ead!" This guy from another class, hell I don’t know where… Its just my 2nd day, is the biggest freak I’ve seen… and I’m from NY, so I’ve seen a lot of freaks… and he’s a total nerd…"
He has an ITV class… okay, defiantly not Fret..
Braxton. How come she didn’t think that at first? Man, is this guy weird or what?
"Going crazy in here, so I told some kid to pass on a note to you. He’s standing here, waiting… complaining about ticking Mr. Titch off. But, hell, that can’t beat what I feel here."
‘Get to the point,’ Alex though, her eyes rolling… she doesn’t know how many times she thought that or said that to him.
"And like I said, neighbor, you’re the only I’ve talk to, though. I did have some preppy looking blonde chick comment me on my piercing. Please, like she really cared. Mrs. Laurens is sounding really pissed at… Dallas? Idk. Gazebo. Lunch.. F*cking be there."
Alex didn’t see why he was wanting to spend time with her anyway. All he’s going to do was end up like everyone else and eventually stop talking to her once he found his own group. It’s how it always goes. But, still, Alex was craving company other then Fret. Fret was cool, but she wanted someone new in her life that was a bit mysterious and who she knows nothing about.. To give her a bit of a thrill in her life, instead of everything being predictable.
"The dude is a f*cking stalker," Alex grabbed everything as the bell rand, heading off to second period, "and I didn’t notice he had a piercing."
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