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ALEXIS POV

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"beep! beep! beep!" oh right, thats my torture left device alerting me into the hellhole i 

was about to walk in.

i groaned as i rubbed my eyes and slouched on the edge of the bed, mind filled with sleep,

my mouth covered in drool and my hair sticking out in all directions.

i walked to the small bathroom and scoffed as i looked in the mirror, laughing at my appearance

and what i did during the night to wake up like this. so not Beyonce like. 

i took a warm shower, checked my clock and almost fell out of the shower when it read

7:30, school started at 9, but it was a pretty long bike ride, and i still had stuff to do.

i hopped out the shower, wrapping my towel tight around my body and heading to my room,

picking out my outfit as my short jean skirt, some skin colored panties, black boots, a navy

blue blouse with holes in the shoulder and a large jean jacket with flowers and a panther at the

back, and at the last minute i stuffed my brothers sweatshirt in my backpack, in case, y'know,

i needed to smell him again. once again i headed out the door, pulling my white scarf around my 

head and grabbing the keys from the wire basket in the kitchen. i slammed the door shut behind

me, trotted down the stairs and checked my watch: 8:30 am. i ran towards my bike, unlocked it 

from the bars and pushed myself on, pedaling with all my force and standing on my bike, my 

hair going in all directions as i sped down the hill, and after a while, a bright white building came 

into view, flooded by kids and teachers, i chained my bike to a nearby post, adjusted my 

backpack and sighing, made my way to the entrance, looking down at my feet while i passed

groups of people and their friends, i put one earbud in, unplugging myself from the outside 

world but not enough to hear if anything happened, i opened the large metallic doors, my

heart beating quickly in my chest,i felt like it was going to burst. 

 and i immediately turned red as i walked in, everyone

looked and stared, even if it was for only a second, and i willed my feet to move faster as

i got to my locker, numbered 445, and opened it forcefully, pulling out my books and

drawing pencils, stuffing those into a pocket inside my backpack as well as the books 

i needed for today...and aidens sweatshirt. i pushed the rest inside my locker and closed the 

door with a slam just as the bell rang and i eagerly got to my first class, economics with 

coach finstock. i opened the door, found an empty seat in the back of the class and sat down,

slowly and as quietly as possible to go unnoticed, and set them down on my desk, 

observing my classmates as they talked to one another and laughed, and i felt

completely ignored until a guy sat two rows in front of me caught my eye, and when

i looked at him he smiled and winked, and i instantly blushed, looking down and

not daring to look up till i was positive he wasn't looking at me. but i was here to find

someone, scott mcall. so i lightly tapped the shoulder of a broad man with rings

around his right bicep, he turned around and smiled at me widely

"hey! whats up?" he grinned.

"yeah um, hey, i was, um, do you know who scott mcall is?" i stammered like an idiot.

 why does this happen to me just now?

"yeah, actually, why?"

"i was actually, um, looking for him, you see, my brothers used to attend this school and i need 

to talk to him" i blushed and gave him a crooked smile, looking into his brown eyes.

his smile faltered, and he looked at me intently

"ethan and aiden? you mean"

"yeah, how do you know?" i asked, he was looking at me with a mixure of sadness and shock 

how could he know?

"oh um, its just, i kind of am scott mcall" he sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of his neck.

ah, that explains it.my eyes widened, and i took him in for the first time, scott mcall, cute but

 not really my type.

"well then, um, could we talk, later? if you want too"

"of course, what about?, and um, whats your name?" he asked, fully turning around to face me 

and i looked him dead in the eye to tell him this.

"alexis. and i kind of have a problem, its me."



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