Alexandra

I get up in the morning, unusually giddy.

My heart thumps against my chest as I brush my hair into a frizzy bun. My smile twitches as I pick out a presentable outfit.

If making a friend could make one so happy, why wasn't I doing it earlier?

A sinking feeling fluttered in my chest as I thought of Casey and the terrible things she's done to me before.

I shook my head and continued slipping on a lapis blue sweater and jeans with rips in the knees.

Grabbing my bag and notebook, I bolted to the door.

"ALEXANDRA!!" my mother screeched through the apartment.

Flinching, I turned on my heel. I looked into her bloodshot eyes, and I could smell the alcohol radiating from her body.

"Yes, mom." the name rolled awkwardly off my tongue.

"Where are you going?!"

"School."

"Are you getting sassy with me?"

"No, mom." I tried to stay calm.

"You're so disgusting! All you do is leave the house to go whore around. You leech off of me and my money and come back home whining!"

My mom was a raging drunk. After she'd recover from her hangover, she'd guilt trip me into helping her with what she wanted.

Sadly, I got tired of being treated this way. There was nothing I could do until I leave for college.

Which I probably didn't have money for.

Sigh.

"No I don't. I do nothing but work and go to school."

"AND YOU DON'T THINK I DO THAT EITHER?!"

"I didn't say th-"

"I SHOULD'VE GOT RID OF YOU WHEN YOUR DAD LEFT!"

The stinging pain on my cheek is unbearable.

Tears threaten my ducts as I grab my shit and run out of the house.

•

As I walk to class, I can still feel the red stinging handprint of my mom on my cheek.

No one will notice anyway. I'm invisible.

Finally lunch came around after long classes and lectures.

I practically ran to the music room in excitement. The music room is the only thing on my mind the whole day and I finally get to go there to see my friend.

My friend.

As I stepped into the music room, I didn't see Logan there.

My heart drops slightly as my anxiety seeps into my thoughts.

I plop into a chair and open my notebook, waiting patiently for a few minutes.

Lunch is 45 minutes and 30 minutes tick by as I sit and wait.

He's not coming, I know it. I really believed he would come here to talk to me.

This is why I never make friends, all they do is disappoint me.

10 minutes after hanging on my last shred of hope, I get up and start walking to class.

And I see it.

The bone crushing reality that Casey West gets whatever I have no matter what.

Casey's lips attached to Logan's intensely. Right in front of the door to the music room.

I laugh nervously and sprint away as Casey pulls away and Logan stares at me wide-eyed.

Pleasant.

My last three classes of the day pass by like a train on straight tracks.

•

I don't feel like going home after the episode with my mom, and I didn't have work either.

The image of Casey and Logan buzzed my mind, and I needed a fresh area to let it go.

Why do I even feel betrayed about Logan kissing Casey? I don't own him.

There's just something about your potential friend lip-locking with the girl who has made it her duty to ruin your life.

I shook my head and walked to the park by myself, clutching my notebook in my arm.

Sitting at a deserted bench, I draw Casey and Logan kissing.

I don't add much detail to Casey, I just make her an outline. But, I drew every detail of Logan's jaw and especially concentrated on his eyes.

Suddenly, a weight presses on the bench I'm sitting on. I quickly close my journal.

I look to my right and my eyes lock with the most unique Jade color green eyes.

"Hey Beautiful." he smirks and I frown. "What's up? You look pissed."

No duh I'm pissed, but he doesn't know why.

"Nothing." I bluntly answered.

"C'mon."

"Seriously, it's nothing." I look at him again and his eyebrows furrow.

"What's on your cheek?"

Nervousness squeezes my stomach.

"Nothing."

A long pause passes.

"So you and Casey huh?"

"Nah. She kissed me in front of the music room during lunch after I hung out with her lame group. She's seriously clingy. Pretty,but clingy." he shrugs.

"Oh. She's like that from what I remember." I have no clue why i said that and i instantly regret.

"You were friends with her?"

"Long time ago, and long story."

Silence overcomes us, but it's comfortable as the wind blows strands of hair out my face.

"Do you want to come to my house?" he asks.

"Why?"

"We can watch movies and play Pool. I haven't had someone at my house since the accident and the hype around it. I get lonely especially since my whole family gets busy. I'll drop you home after." he shrugs.

"Sure but I'll take the bus home."

Content swells in my heart as we get up and walk to his jet black Porsche.

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