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Chapter 9- Alexander | Grabbing A Hold of Things

Chapter 9: Grabbing A Hold of Things 

The memory of her fingertips running along his skin.

The memory of her. 

Faye.

Alexander wanted Faye to come join him, but the moment he saw her walking to the other side of the dining hall, he joined Jonathan and his other friends from his high school.

"Not another one Banks" Jonathan snickered from the table. He was sitting on the edge of the table with Marie, a girl from their school in between his legs. Jonathan Roux was one of Alex's best friends. They grew up together and knew each others tricks, strengths and weaknesses. They both shared their weakness on girls. In year 6, Jonathan and Alex had one of their biggest fights over a girl which he couldn't even remember now. And at the end, the girl picked Alex anyway, and Jonathan didn't talk to him for a whole month. 

Jonathan and Alex were supposed to be roommates, but if it wasn't for Alex reaching campus late, he wouldn't have met Faye. In the deepest parts of him, he was partially happy that he wasn't roommates with Jonathan, but instead got the privilege of meeting Faye Watson. 

"What could you possibly mean Jo" Alex grinned feigning innocence, when he saw that Jonathan witnessed his glances towards Faye across the hall. 

"Over Stephanie already?" Marie asked from below Jonathan. " I seem to remember you enjoyed fucking her more than all the others"

Alex sidestepped a couple of students and sat across from Jonathan and Marie, with the biggest smirk and a cocky grin towards both of them he asked "Which one was Stephanie again?" 

Both his friends burst out laughing and continued talking to each other about the syllabus and what their roommates were like. Alex didn't mention that Faye and him were roommates, he thought it would be better if he kept that little secret to himself. 

In reality, Alex had built a wall against himself. A façade that no one has ever managed to break through. But in all truth, he was starting to believe the façade was the truth. His friends and his high school had known him as the player, the guy who got everything and everyone he wanted. He had to keep it up, his reputation was all he had in a society where image is the only thing that matters. 

He had in-fact remembered Stephanie, he also remembered how he didn't touch her once. They met at a spring break party, when Marie brought her as a plus one. They got along well, and at the time, Alex really enjoyed her company and making her smile. She was beautiful and it knocked Alex into a 360 turn when he found out she didn't want anything but a lie. 

To her, it worked out both ways, he could add another notch to his headboard and she could say she was fucking the town hotshot. 

Alexander's thoughts grounded when he saw that everyone was clapping, the Professor who was up in front had finished his speech and people were starting to get up and shuffle around. He looked straight across the hall to see Faye talking to a blonde who looked like she came straight out of a Brazzer's video. 

Faye was curling a strand of hair around her fingers and nodding in agreement to whatever the other girl was saying. The memory of this morning entered Alex's mind, She had touched his scar, but it wasn't the pain that registered into his mind, it was the way she dragged her fingertips across the disturbed skin as if it wasn't really broken. She touched him as if he were a beautifully forbidden painting, running her fingers along the strokes of paint and wanting to understand the story behind the colours. 

He inwardly groaned as he grew hard, and his dick strained through his boxers. He had had enough. He needed a source of relief and nothing was working. He turned and looked towards his friends, he saw everyone was leaving to go back to their rooms so he saw an opportunity.