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Alexa and the Badboy 13.
Mischief overloadCHAPTER THIRTEENDevonIt's been a few silent days between Alexa and I, but that wasn't going to be that way anymore. Not for long anyway.I let her have her fun, but it was my turn now. I had been watching her lately and even though she seemed calm and collected, laughing with her friends and having fun, she never failed to look back over her shoulder.Smart girl.I might have not retaliated at her moves and pranks, but that doesn't mean I wasn't brewing something.Currently, I was sitting in a Spanish class, listening to a Mr. Louis Hoz- something droning on and on about how it was important to differentiate his/her nouns.Alexa wasn't in this class, but she was in the next. Chemistry. The best part is, we are partners.After fifteen minutes of torturous waiting, the bell finally rang, signaling the end of Spanish. Phew. I was smirking with glee and excitement. I just couldn't wait to see the look on Alexa's face. The fact that she didn't know exactly when I was
Alexa and the Badboy 14
BetrayalCHAPTER FOURTEENAlexaNumbness.That’s all I felt. Or maybe I just didn’t want to feel anymore.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t feel or do anything, my mind playing over and over the scene I had witnessed.Voices buzzed around me, but I couldn’t register what was being said. Someone touched me, causing me to look up. I met Devon’s gaze head on. “Alexa, let’s go. I don’t think we need to be here.”I could hear his voice, but none of his words registered in my head. I turned away from him, my gaze on my now ex-boyfriend and of course my ex-best friend. “Why?”I didn’t realize I had asked the question, but then it was already out there. Neither Demi nor Nick met my eyes. I didn’t expect them to say anything, but wasn’t this evening just full of surprises?“It’s not what it looks like.” Nick said, trying to take a step closer to me. I took a step back, warning him to stay back. Nick stayed where he was, taking the hint. “Alexa, please . . . “Nick tried again, but I wasn’t havin
Alexa and the Badboy 15
Aftermaths of a breakupCHAPTER FIFTEENAlexaI groaned, turning away from the sudden assault of light to my sensitive eyes. I pulled the covers up, ready to completely wrap myself up in them, but I didn’t get the chance to complete the task because they were suddenly being tugged away.“Oh no you don’t young lady.” My mom’s voice was angry as she completely rid me of my covers, exposing me to the light chill in the room. It was no longer dim as she had completely opened both my windows, tugging aside the silvery curtains to let light in. Since my eyes were swollen, it kinda hurt looking through the blinding brightness. I winced, feeling a slight pounding coming on from crying the whole night. A headache was already coming on, and this was just beginning. F**king Great.I didn’t get the chance to roll back to the comforts of my bed before I felt my mother’s looming shadow over me. I opened one bleary eye, squinting it from the still sensitive light in the room. Sitting up and slightl
Alexa and the Badboy 16.
StaceyCHAPTER SIXTEENAlexaI was currently slouched in my favorite loveseat, half-heartedly doing my homework. Mom had only left an hour ago, after receiving a zillion calls from dad, demanding her presence at work.My pen making contact with paper was the only sound that filled the room. Doing homework was the only thing that was keeping me from my self-destructing thoughts. I had a pile of it, and the distraction it offered was welcome. For the first time (or the second time, is it?), I was grateful that Devon had dropped my homework for me. However, I didn’t want to owe so much to him. First, him taking the blame for our suspension (It was his fault) and then bringing my homework home? Plus how did he get his hands on it? We were both suspended, and knowing Devon, he had no close friends yet.The sound of my doorbell ringing tagged me out of my thoughts. With a sigh, I rose from the loveseat, wondering who it could be. Perhaps it was the mailman, but then we had a mailbox, and
Alexa and the Badboy 17.
Disastrous summer balls and club nights- pt.1CHAPTER SEVENTEENAlexaThis Year’s summer ball sucked. For very many reasons.I had a very horrible dress. I had bought it last minute, no care, feeling or thought put into it. I had only bought the dress because Stacey had thought it looked good on me. Personally, I didn’t care about it. Besides, I couldn’t bring myself to wear that beautiful lush dark red velvet dress that was now tucked away in my closet. I had meant to wear it for that bastard, but oh well, he had to go and ruin it.Whoever had decided to decorate this year’s summer ball theme surely lacked a lot of skill. Everything was cheap ass basic, like every material from the balloons to the fucking disco lights was bought from Shein. We could have used some standard please.Third and WORST OF ALL, I was practically third wheeling. THIRDWHEELING. Never in my life did I think myself to do such a thing, but here I was, practically letting my friend drag me along with her and her
Alexa and the Badboy 18.
Disastrous summer balls and club nights- pt.2CHAPTER EIGHTEENAlexaIt was one thing to tell yourself the truth, but it was entirely a whole other thing to believe it. I once heard a quote that said, ‘there are five stages of grief; denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance’. At this point, I had no idea what I was feeling.I swayed gently to the music in the club, a plastic cup of beer in hand. Perhaps I was already half drunk, but I didn’t care. I wanted to forget the hurt and pain that still coursed through my blood stream. The club smelled of sweat and alcohol, bodies pressing together as we all wiggled our bodies to the rhythm of the music.As soon as I had left the summer ball, I had sent a message to Stacey, telling her I had left and she needn’t worry. Encouraging her to have fun with her date, I switched off my phone, effectively shutting out and blocking anything that would disturb my peace.I had gone home, changed out of ‘the’ dress and then got myself into a s
Alexa and the Badboy 19.
Frenemy to the Rescue Devon’s Pov CHAPTER NINETEEN It was 3 o’clock in the morning by the time I arrived at the club. Sending a nod of acknowledgement to Mike, my brother’s best bodyguard and head of security, I was granted access, avoiding the long line of people that were still waiting to get in. I saw a few of the people send glares and jealous glances my way, but I paid no attention to them. I made it inside, and immediately, I was assaulted by the sound of loud music, sweat and laughter. I made my way to the bar, grinning as I found my favorite bartender, Gordon working the tables. “Boy, aren’t I glad it’s you I found working this place tonight.” “I am the best. Ain’t I?” Gordon returned as we made our signature handshake. “Don’t get over yourself.” I returned, smirking at him as I took a seat on one of the barstools. I grabbed my phone from my jacket, wanting to text Harry to let him know that I was here, but as if summoned, he turned up at the counter all by himself. I
Alexa and the Badboy 20.
The morning afterCHAPTER TWENTYAlexaA light ray of sunlight fell across my face, its warmth tingling on my skin. Taking in a deep breath, and then breathing out a second later, I blinked my eyes opened.I was greeted with the sight of white walls with a cool grey authentic, instead of the bright and definitely feminine colors of my room. Realizing I wasn’t in my room, I sat up, and instantly, I regretted it. My vision blurred, the earth tilting on its axis. Out of nowhere, my head started pounding. It felt like my skull was being used as a local blacksmith’s stone. “Fuck.” I groaned out.There was a soft but firm knock on my door, and then it was creaking open. Devon’s face peeked in, and then he was muttering a soft “Hey.”“May I come in?” he asked. “Sure.” I replied. “Fuck this headache.” I groaned out, squinting my eyes in pain as the thumping in my skull became more insistent. “Do you’ve anything for this?”“I figured you would feel this way this morning, and so I brought you
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