Someone Like You

Chapter Forty-one

I'm once again inside Alexander's car. He's bringing me somewhere to kill some time since Mother Belle will arrive later this evening. He told me that he knows a beautiful place near the area so we agreed to go there. We don't have anything to do for the whole day so I think this is great idea. Staying inside a hotel room is just boring as fuck. A little sightseeing might at least do the trick.

After we go out of the car, we walk for a couple or more minuets up the stairs until we reach the main location.

"Wow." I smile, holding my breath as I take a look at the place. We're on an elevated land – a mountain. We're standing on a view deck looking over the beautiful landscapes, oceans, and multiple islands colored with different hues only nature could achieve. From here, everything looks smaller, everything looks colorful, and everything feels surreal. "This is so beautiful."

"Yeah." He responds as he stares at me.

"I think I'm in love." I say as I touch my chest in awe of the place.

"I am too." He says still looking at me.

"Right? This is a very amazing place!" I answer still looking at the view. I turn to look at him and get surprise by the expression he is wearing. I roll my eyes at him. "You look creepy. Don't look at me like that."

I walk away from him and sit inside an open hut. I hate how my heart beats rapidly for a moment when I saw him staring at me like that. I know that look. That's how Zac looks at me.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks as he sits beside me.

"Yeah. I'm fine." No I'm not. You being this close to me is not okay at all! "What's this place?" I ask him instead.

"This is a privately owned farm open for the public." He explains and leans back. He looks so comfortable and at ease sitting on a bamboo bench. "They actually have a lot of farm animals here, also different plants but the main attraction here is the view."

"I see."

We both become silent. I could hear the birds singing and the leaves flapping as the wind blow them, but Alexander and I are silently sitting beside each other separated with a deafening silence.

"How are you?" He asks me out of the blue.

"I'm... good?" I look at him confusedly. I face him with my eyebrows crossed. "What's with the question?"

"That sounded weird." He chuckles. "I mean, how are you after everything that has happened?"

"That sounded even more confusing. What exactly do you mean?"

"How are you after - "His voice sounds a little tense. He clears his throat and continues. "after you know – the pageant ... our trip at La Vista. Everything. How are you in general? How's your life going on?"

I feel a bitter taste in my mouth. "I'm doing fine." I manage to answer.

"That's good." He grins. "I've wanted to ask you that." He looks straight ahead: looking somewhere further than my eyes could reach. "I've always been wondering: How is she doing? She looks thin, is she eating? Her eyes are puffy, did she cry? How could I help her? I have hundreds of questions that only..." He looks at me. "you could answer."

I try to look away from him but I can't do it at all. My eyes are fixed on his, while waiting for the things that would come out from his mouth.

"What are you saying?" I whisper, failing to say it as loud as I want it to be.

"I've always been around you. My friend even told me that I am a stalker."

"That creepy. Are you even serious?"