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【 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒 】
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004! ───── ALEXIS!
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... 𝐈f anyone was to ask me to pick one of my worst days at school, I would pick today. Monday 15th January 2024. The day was doomed from the beginning.

When I woke up, my parents were already yelling and screaming at each other, then I started her period. Proceeding these events, my makeup looked awful and my heatless curls had only worked on one side. It was 8 o'clock in the morning and I already wanted to crawl into a deep dark hole and cry. Yet, my mum pushed me out of the door and into the car, not even bothering to ask her daughter why I was so quiet.

During the silent car ride (silent minus the music blaring through my airpods) it gave me more time to think about what a horrible day I had set out for me. Double science and double maths, the only good lesson I had was drama and that was last period, so it wasn't even like I could fake being sick and go home. I loved my drama lessons. Not to mention I have one of the lead roles in my production.

When I exited the car without saying goodbye (it's not like my mum was paying much attention anyway) I made sure to cover my ears with my hair so the teachers wouldn't see my AirPods.

On my way into the gate, I could see Miss Smith (my school counsellor) wave and greet me. I returned the favour with the biggest smile I could muster.

When I finally got to form, I made my way to the back and slumped in my chair beside Becky. Luckily, I sat in the back corner, so no one would see me looking so miserable, but they were probably weirded out over how quiet it was.

Becky pointed to her ears, asking if I had airpods in, to which I nodded and folded my arms together, resting my head in them. Becky said nothing, only rubbing my back soothingly and turning away. Becky was a good friend. She recognised when I needed my space and didn't push me.

"Alexis!" My form tutor yelled out, taking the register.

"Here, sir." I mumbled, holding my hand up lazily.

"Oi, Lexi, you good?" A boy called Oscar leaned back from his chair in front, whispering quietly.

"Yeah." I replied, lifting my head to flash him a smile.

"I like your curls. They look nice today." He complimented.

Oscar was a cute boy. He wore glasses and had the curliest head of hair I had ever seen. He was brunette and was sort of geeky, but in a way that made him admirable.

"They kinda failed, actually, but thank you." I snorted, rolling my head to the side, so it was resting on my left arm.

"What you listening to?" Oscar asked, noticing the airpod poke through my hair.

"Once More To See You by Mitski." I answered, taking one of them out and putting it back in its case so I could hear him speak clearer.

"Oh, wow." Oscar raised his eyebrows in shock slightly. "I didn't think of you as the type of girl to listen to Mitski."

"Every once in a while Mitski is needed." I said, sitting back in my chair to stretch before resting my head back down.

"You're a right nosey git, you know that?" Becky whispered to Oscar. "Leave her alone."

"Right, Alexis and Oscar, let's stop the small talk and flirting please, we're in form, and Lexi sit up, please." My form teacher ordered, standing up as he finished the register.

I shut my eyes and inwardly groaned. We weren't even flirting. I so desperately wanted to argue with the man, but there was no point in trying. Why cant I rest my head? It's not like I'm hurting anyone.

Reluctantly, I did as he asked. I pulled out my phone and secretly used it under the table. I had no new notifications other than the groupchat bullying Roman about his 'foot fetish' from late last night. When I clicked into iMessages, my thumb hovered over my chats with Walker.

I glanced up to see where my form teacher was, and seeing him engrossed in a conversation at the front of the class was enough leeway to let me reread my chats with the actor.

I found myself naturally smiling at certain moments, and had to control myself, as I would've looked very weird doing so in the back of the class.

'when deadpool 3 comes out i'll take you to watch it' Walker had put into a conversation.

'we're not even of age??' I had replied, to which he said:

'we can sneak in it's fine . . . you're forgetting i worked with ryan'

When I finally reached the bottom, the last text he had sent to me was 'goodnight beautiful (i'm having my dinner rn)'

"You two are so cute." Becky nudged me teasingly.

"Oh stop it." I shook my head, discreetly slipping my phone back into my inside blazer pocket. "We've been texting for, like, a week."

"And he's already better than all of your exes." Becky continued, trying to get me to crack.

"Yeah but if me and him started miraculously dating and then broke up, you would hate him." I argued, making Becky hesitate slightly.

"I'm a professional ex-boyfriend hater. Any ex of yours is an enemy to me." She defended, beginning to draw various shapes on her desk.

And then, the torturous bell rang out, reminding me that I had to suffer an entire day of my worst subjects before I could even consider texting Walker.

To be honest, I would think about texting him for the whole day, and I could send him messages if I wanted to, but it's not like he would see them. He'd be asleep.

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... 𝐁y the time third period had rolled around, I was desperate to get home. I couldn't bear it anymore. I was sat in my first maths lesson of the day, staring cluelessly at the board, watching my teacher right useless notes down. It was all going in one ear and out the other. So, instead of paying attention to something that was obviously stressing me out, I put my airpods back in and laid my head on the table. Perfect.

It was all going smoothly until I felt a harsh kick to my ankle. I shot up, preparing to lose my shit at the person next to me, when they quickly widened their eyes and gestured to the teacher that was making her way over.

I swiftly took my AirPod out and shoved it in my pocket, sliding my phone under my skirt and praying that my teacher walked by without truly examining me and the lack of work in my book.

Obviously, luck wasn't on my side today, as Mrs Kaur stood beside me with a hand on her hip, holding her hand out. I ignored her presence and tapped my pen against the workbook.

"Alexis give me your phone and headphones please." Mrs Kaur asked, her tone strict and stern.

"Wasn't using them." I mumbled, now aimlessly doodling on my page.

"I saw you slide your phone under your skirt and put your airpod in your pocket. You know that's an instant detention and if you refuse to hand over your devices it will be isolation." Mrs Kaur explained. There was something about her tone that made me feel violent. Like I could punch ten thousand walls straight through.

"Yeah, I do know the rules." I sassed, getting really annoyed with the teachers presence.

"I'm in my right mind to give you two detentions, considering you've done no work, you had your head on the desk and you're now talking back to me." Mrs Kaur scoffed, making it seem as if she was being nice to me.

"How am I supposed to do any work if you haven't given me any?" I asked, gesturing to the book in front of me and the fact that there was no work sheet.

"I have, I've told you to copy down the example in the board." Mrs Kaur said matter-of-factly.

"Cool, I'll do it then." I shrugged, beginning to write down the letters and numbers displayed on the whiteboard.

"Hand me your phone please, Alexis."

"No."

"Right, well that's isolation." Mrs Kaur stated, walking away and sitting back at her desk, writing up an email.

I pushed my chair back and put my phone in my pocket. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, along with my coat which draped over my forearm. "I'll take myself."

"No, you will sit down and wait for a member of staff to come and get you—"

"I'm doing you a favour! I'm leaving so you don't have to put up with me!" I exclaimed, trying to hide the way my throat clogged up.

As I went to walk away, my bag got caught on my chair, causing it to pull me back slightly. Out of pure rage, I kicked the chair over, and it hit one of the floor length windows, making a loud noise.

"And there's another detention for damaging school property." Mrs Kaur added, as if she was keeping a tally.

"How am I damaging stuff?!" I cried, storming my way out of the room.

"That's three detentions in one lesson!" Mrs Kaur snickered, closing the door behind me.

It took everything in me to not punch the woman right in her face. I angrily walked my way over to my personal development room, rang the buzzer to be let in and waited patiently outside while tapping my foot on the floor.

Out of instinct, I pulled out my phone and began swiping through my contacts, going to message Harry to pick me up from school, before realising that he was filming all day. So instead, I began texting someone else.

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walker🫶🏼

r u up yet?

yeah just woke up

was about to text you🙏🏼

haha

are you okay?

yh y?

you're not

you never type like that

what's wrong?

we've been friends for a week how
can you already tell what my typing
style is like

i'm an attentive guy

don't distract me from what's
wrong

my maths teacher is just a prick
so i walked out and now i'm waiting
to go and see if i can go home or not

oh i'm sorry☹️

if i could i'd come and get you

OR i'd be your maths teacher
i'm pretty sick at maths

you'd be better than mrs kaur so
please be my guest

i might have isolation though so...

uh oh

well...

i got that of tanner last night
so maybe that'll cheer you up

AUTHOR
it's obviously not tanner but let's pretend
for my sake😊😊😊

😭😭
he's adorable

no me

i mean... sometimes

BRO WHAT

you're more handsome than adorable

ITS SEVEN IN THE MORNING
STOP THAT

got me blushing n kicking my
feet

grow up🥱🥱

WOW

no one makes me do that

n-n-not even m-m-me?🥺🥺

blocked. bye.

NO IM KIDDING COME BACK.

LEXII

LEX PLEASE

IM SORRY GORGEOUS🙏🏼🙏🏼

oh hey

wow🙄🙄

only come for the compliments huh

yeah lol i love it when men boost my ego

ok dude what the flip
what r u doing rn

currently sat in the schools mental
health office because i refuse to go to
isolation😊😊

ok i love a baddie😈😈

delete that immediately.

i'd rather go to iso then read that again

😕

are you ok though

yeah lol just pissed off

do you wanna call?

my school doesn't let me on my
phone it's only bcs miss smith loves
me🙏🏼🙏🏼

but i would gladly take that offer up when
i get home

when will you be home?

like 4 cuz i have detention🙄

i'll be in school but i can leave class
for a bit

holy shit
[ this message was no sent ]

i'd literally step on legos for you
[ this message was not sent ]

no it's fine, you don't need to do that

honestly i'd rather be on the phone
with you making sure you're ok
then listening to my boring spanish
teacher.

en realidad?

si.

i have to go get ready for school
now😒

☹️☹️

be good and don't do what i did😋

yes ma'am🤞🏼

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... 𝐌y heart fluttered at the message and I shut my phone off, picking up a crayon and continuing to colour the sheet I had asked Miss Smith for.

"Right, I've spoken to your head of year." Miss Smith waddled back into the room. "You can stay here for the rest of the day, but you have to do your detention."

"What?!" I grumbled, my jaw falling slack. "I'm not doing an hour for things that weren't actually my fault."

"No one's making you do an hour. You're only doing the thirty minutes because you did have your phone out. Don't worry. Then you can go home, and do whatever you want." Miss Smith smiled, sitting down in her desk chair.

"What will you do at home?" She asked, drawing a line under her previous students notes.

"Call my friend." I answered, a small smile on my face at the idea. "I told him what happened and he wants to check if I'm okay."

"See, that's something to look forward to." Miss Smith said encouragingly. "Is he more than a friend? Or is it like a you and Roman thing?"

Miss Smith knew about my friend group and how I felt so much better around them. She also noticed how I was a lot more comfortable around Roman. She had deciphered that there was a sibling relationship between us two.

"Um. . ." I pursed her lips, pulling out my vaseline and applying it while talking. "Well we flirt loads, like every conversation we have is like flirting and he's—" I slapped a hand over my mouth as I got excited. "Miss, he's so beautiful."

Miss Smith laughed at me, putting her pen down when she realised everything I was saying was positive. "What's his name?"

"Walker." I grinned with a little giggle. "He lives in America but I don't care. He makes me happy."

"How'd you two meet then?" Miss Smith was intrigued to find this out.

"Well his mates started mentioning him in my comments then he texted me on Instagram and was like 'sorry about my friends'." I put on a fake voice.

"And he sounds like that, does he?" Miss Smith playfully joked, making me roll my eyes.

"And then we talked a bit more and I gave him my number. Which actually sounds crazy when I think about it but, like, he's just so. . ."

"Just be careful who you're talking to online, alright?" Miss Smith raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Miss, he's an actor. Like, he worked with Ryan Reynolds." I explained. "And that WWE guy, Edge or whatever."

"'Edge or whatever'?!" Miss Smith exclaimed in shock. "That's Adam Copeland, Lex."

"I don't watch that typa stuff so I wouldn't know." I shrugged. I knew how passionate the teacher was about sports.

"Adam Copeland is very attractive." Miss Smith smirked, clicking her pen.

"Miss!" I laughed, never did I think I'd be having this conversation with a teacher.

"Ah, it's fine." The teacher waved her off, quickly responding to an email on her computer. "Are you going to your brother's house today? Or mum and dad's?"

"Probably mum and dad's." I mumbled, my happy demeanour dropping dramatically. "Got homework to do and Harry's too loud sometimes. Also don't wanna have to walk all the way to his after in the dark."

"And how are things at home?" Miss Smith questioned, getting her pen ready.

I shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it. "It's so obvious they're gonna get a divorce, I just wish they'd hurry up and do it already. Because when they argue, it's like nothing else is good because the whole house mood is just, like, shit."

"You don't want them to stay together?" Miss Smith frowned.

"Not really. They're clearly not good for each other and they don't trust each other so what's the point?" I muttered, resting my head on the table. "I just wish they'd stop taking it out on me. It's like every little thing I do just annoys them even more."

"I just feel, like, trapped." I ran my hands over my face. "When I'm at home I get yelled at, when I'm at school, I get yelled at. I never get yelled at by Harry, but I can't stay with him forever 'cause he's not my guardian."

"Alright, have a tissue love." Miss Smith offered me a box of tissues. "You want a digestive?"

"No, I'm alright." I shook her head.

"You been eating okay?" Miss Smith asked, taking a bite out of the biscuit and putting it down on a napkin.

"Yeah, I've been doing really good." I nodded.

When I was younger, I was diagnosed with ARFID. It started when I was eight, I was eating a school lunch and it slipped down the wrong hole in my throat, causing me to choke. Now I won't eat anything that isn't made or checked over by Harry or my dad.

"Getting better, I think." I played with the ends of my hair.

"Good. Good, I'm glad." Miss Smith smiled, writing down a few notes. "You stay in here for the rest of the day then I'll walk you down to detention later, alright?"

I nodded and sharpened the blue crayon. The pencil shaded in the paper where the water was. It was some kind of ocean scene, with fish underneath and a boat on top. I quickly snapped a picture of it before sending it to Walker with a smiley face under it, with the caption 'your home?'

— 𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔

a lot happened this chapter😈🙏🏼

i rlly feel for alexis... who's putting
her through all of this😒😒