The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

12

Everywhere on her hurt. Her feet from how she had walked through the whole floor, her arms from how many people had tried getting ahold of her, her fingers from how many times someone had a request and her brain from trying to keep up with their senseless conversations.

But Alex knew she had to do it. For the sake of her sanity, and her conscience as well.

Now, she stood outside, away from the blaring lights, while she stared at the sky from the balcony. There was something about the moon that night. Something about it that made her want to keep it to herself.

"Et lux in tenebris lucet."

"What?"

"It means, 'and light shines in darkness'." The male who had spoken was now in front of her. As custom for the night, he was wearing a mask just like they all were, and yet, through the light she could see the fire in his eyes.

It made a rumble start in her stomach.

"Is that a new pick up line?"

He grinned as he reached her. "I just thought you'd appreciate the arts like I do." In his hands were two wine glasses. "I saw you around, and I must say —"

She flashed him a look. "I'm irresistible."

"Intriguing," He completed. "You have that look on your face. Like you know more than you let on. Like you know you're better than them."

"And what gave you that idea?"

"Because I am as well," He held out a glass. "Drink?"

"You don't really think I'd do so, do you?" She waved a hand towards it. "You could have done something to it."

He laughed. "I think you've mistaken where you are with someplace else. Only a commoner would harm such an important guest." Then he came closer, his voice in a light whisper. "I just think you need a little to drink. To relax. You seem like you need it."

Alex, on a normal day, would never have spoken to anyone like him. She could feel the arrogance flowing out of him in waves and she could tell that underneath the mask he had on, was another one that just wanted someone to fuck with for the night but at the same time, no one had ever outrightly told her she needed to relax.

Of course, Hezekiah had mentioned it, and so did Alex, but not in that terms. Not with alcohol.

So for once, in her life since the Great Depression of Alexandra Parker began, she decided to let go.

And it was fun.

They laughed, and spoke about everything and anything. Not that she could remember what they spoke about but she had bonded with him, whoever he was, and they had made love so many times than she could count that night.

But the next day after she woke, he was gone, and though it hurt, she soon forgot about him.

She had other things to worry about.

Now, after so long, the memory was haunting her. Of course, she should have known. It now made sense why she was so attached to him, why the need to make him hers and punish him was overwhelming.

Paris had hurt her once and her subconscious wanted revenge in some form, to make him pay. That it needed to be wary but keep him close at the same time.

Which just made everything more complicated than she wished.

It was a Friday, but also some sort of holiday as well, meaning Alex could stay home or go over to Marcos' place.