< Blaze's POV >

I never knew that I would grow attached to a girl that easily.

I only knew Alexandria a little bit, and that was because I got a lot and most of the help from Sharon.
But sometimes I don't really understand, why is it that I wanted to know so much about her?

What is it that's different about her compared to other girls?

What is it about her that makes her so damn attractive?

What on earth is wrong with me in the first place?

I'm Blaze, and I'm not that person who falls in love with someone that easily.

That's what I stick too, it's like a motto. Or maybe it is.

Just then, I saw someone running into the classroom.

And do you wanna know who it is?

It's Sharon. What is she doing here, in my school?

"Good morning, I'm sorry that we're late."

We? Who else?

"I'm so sorry, I'm late too."

Oh my god. It's her. She's here. Alexandria. Is. Here.

What's wrong with me?

Miss Fernandez turned around and smiled at them.

"Both of you must be the new students. And your names are.."

" I'm Sharon and she's Alexandria, "Sharon said while slinging her hand onto Alex's shoulder.

Alex just tried to wriggle away from Sharon but she couldn't because Sharon held her right.

They are so cute...I can't... I can't even describe it.

"Alright then," Miss Fernandez clapped her hands and smiled at them.

"It's time to give you both your seats and let me see..." Miss Fernandez scanned all the seats in her classroom wondering where they should sit.

Interesting. There's an empty sit right next to me.

"Miss Fernandez, there's an empty seat here. So... maybe one of them can sit here?" I asked Miss Fernandez while patting the seat.

Alexandria looked at me then rolled her eyes.

How rude.

"Alexandria? You will sit next to Blaze and Sharon will sit next to Chase," said Miss Fernandez before smiling at them both who looked as if they were about to faint.

Grudgingly, Alex pulled the chair seat just beside my table and hastily sat down.

I stood up and pulled her table towards mine, joining them together, without any gaps.

"Excuse me? What the eff do you think you're doing?" She spat at me and glared at me with disbelief.

"Calm your tits, girl. I was just feeling lonely jeez."

Why is she suddenly acting like I'm a stranger whom she has never encounted before?

"What the-"

"What's going on over there Miss Flynn?" Miss Fernandez shot her gaze towards us with a sharp turn of her head and scrutinized my face.

"Mr Limington? Would you care to explain?" Miss Fernandez fixed her gaze on me, her arms akimbo. 

"Nah,it's nothing. I just wanted to have a new friend. Would that be a problem Miss Fernandez?" I folded my arms, mimicking her.

She opened her mouth to say something then stopped, deciding not to.

"If you want to make friends, do it during your break time. Not between classes," Miss Fernandez said before adjusting the rims of her glasses and went back scribbling away the mathematical equations on the whiteboard.

"Did you hear that? Now leave me alone," Alex dragged the table away from me then started taking out her math textbook.

Feeling annoyed, I pulled my table towards her, trying to make as much noise as possible.

"That's it. Get out. Both of you. Get out of my class! Now!" Miss Fernandez screamed, smacking the duster on the whiteboard.

"Okay," I replied at her and started packing my bag.

"Alexandria? What are you waiting for? The same goes for you too."

She hesitated, then decided to pack her bag.

We headed out of the door and I made sure I slammed it shut, as I felt the pain shoot through my ears.

"Good job. First day of school, and I had already left a bad impression on Miss Fernandez," she murmured to herself and leaned on the wall, wondering what to do now.

"It wasn't your fault."

Startled, she looked at me, probably wondering how I could hear her. Everything was silent, it was almost like everyone was dead, and that explains why I could hear her.

"At least you admitted that. It's literally the first good thing you have done for me," she said while rolling her eyes at me.

Damn, those orbs sure looked dreamy. I swear, she looks so much cuter when she's annoyed. She looks like a unicorn.

Wait what? Unicorn?

I laughed at myself and she glanced at me puzzled, then went back to leaning against the wall looking far ahead at the school garden.

"So you're saying it's my  fault?" I asked her, folding my arms.

"Well, wasn't it you who annoyed her? What happened to you? You weren't like this when I first saw you. You was a gentleman."

"Where's all these noise coming from?" said a familiar voice which belonged to someone I wouldn't want to face.

Before she could utter another word, I closed her mouth and gestured her to keep quiet.

"What are both of you doing here? Why aren't you in class?" the principal asked while shooting me a glare.

I tightened my grip on Alexandria and brought her to my chest roughly, while she helplessly struggled to escape my grip.

I'm sorry, I don't know what to do okay?

Mr Farquhar raised his eyebrows and ordered, "What are you doing to her? Let go of her at once!"

I obeyed, and let her go. However, she did not expect me to do so and fell on her back.

"What are you doing? Why are you bullying her? Blaze, this is not the first time, I have warned you many times-"

"She's hot. So I had to do it. I had to touch her. We're men, we satisfy our souls and pleasures. Are you saying that you're not a man, Mr Far?"

"Enough!" he bellowed and pointed his index finger at me.

"Meet me in my office after school. I would like to speak to your mother," he said before slowly helping Alexandria up to her feet.

Holy crap, what have I just said and done?

She winced in pain and clutched her stomach which I had used my arm to grip on.

She looked at me with teary eyes. I could see confusion, fear and anger in her eyes.

She looked away, and went back to class.

Mr Farquhar left too, after giving me another warning.

She probably hates me now, I have hurt her.

She's afraid of me.

She's confused.

But how do I explain to her?

I didn't want to get her into trouble, which was why I accused myself of molesting her.

It was her first day, she most certainly wouldn't want to find herself in the principal's office, listening to a long lecture that was all because of me.

I mean like, the teachers in this school are freaking unreasonable anyway. She was obviously going to get into trouble, so I had to do something.

Something so dumb that I never thought I could do.

I had to do it, but I went too far.

She will never talk to me again, maybe not even wanting to see my face.

But I will have to keep trying.

I'll have to find a way to let her know that she's the one who makes my heart flutter.

She's the one who I always think about every morning when I wake up.

She's the one who makes my life worth living again, ever since my brother left.

My brother.

What a "bad" big brother I have.

He left the house, because he hated me.

He hated me because we were always treated unfairly.

My parents, they always made me their first priority. Although my brother had at least 5 years more of experience in this cruel and unjust world.

They never exactly paid attention to him after I was born, it was as if he was a forgotten soul.

No one really cared about him.

He was treated like shit, really.

Marcus was five when I was just a little baby. He loved me a lot then.

He would send and pick me up from school with my father when I went to kindergarten.

And in school, I would always brag about what an awesome brother I had.

I told everyone that he was the best big brother anyone could ever have.

And sometimes, even after school has ended, I would stand up on the class table and tell a whole lot of lies about my brother.

I remembered once when I said that he was a superhero and he was much stronger and braver than Superman.

The whole class laughed at first, but after I lied to them about how he could fly and disappear into thin air, they believed me.

My brother came to pick me up, as usual and all my classmates surrounded him mischievously.

As soon as he realised that I was among them, they started bombarding questions altogether, some of them were even screaming.

Laughter echoed throughout the classroom as Marcus tried to explain that he was definitely stronger than Superman, and he flexed his muscles. My classmates laughed and admired him as I sat at a corner smiling.

After a while, my classmates' parents arrived to pick up their children and all my classmates slowly dispersed, each of them waving goodbye to my brother before they left.

After everyone was gone, I was finally able to go home. He picked me up and I embraced him into a tight hug.

He carried me all the way home on his back with my legs dangling in front of him.

That was one of my happiest moments with him.

But somehow, someway, our relationship tarnished as we grew up.

We stopped talking, we didn't even glance at each other.

It felt weird at first, whenever I asked him something, he would just nod or shake his head. Or sometimes, he pretended he didn't hear me at all.

I was confused, but I said nothing.
Deep down, I felt alone and disheartened.

I missed all those times when he would tell me funny jokes.

I missed all those times when I got scolded and I would cry, but he would be the only one who would cheer me up.

It was as if we were distant yet close neighbours, because our rooms were just beside each other.

And they still are.

But one of these rooms are empty.

I still remember that day when he left us, that very day when he left me.

All because he wasn't my biological brother.

I had never known, up till the day he left.

I was left in the dark for ten years, exactly one decade.

He left me seven years ago.

When I was only a ten year old, still innocent and young at age.

And now, at 17 years of age, I've never seen him again.

Never heard, asked or reminded about him.

But that never stopped me from thinking about him. Never.

His existence is a mystery to me.

But my mission, is solving that mystery.

When I first realised that Alex and me are going to the same school, I was nervous but at the same time overjoyed.

Could it be...

Love?

At first sight?

My mother would have strongly disapproved that. To her, love at first sight was bullshit.

But I believe that it is possible.

Do I love her? I don't know about that.

All I know is that I need her.

I need her very badly.

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So now we know a lot more about Marcus, what do you guys think?

Is he a good brother?

Did he do the right thing?

What was his mistakes?

What about Blaze? Is he crazy? Or is he trying to figure things out for himself?

I can ask a lot more questions but I'm not trying to explode your brains here so I will leave you to answer them in the comments ❤

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