Davis's POVAlexandra's dad ran towards me like his daughter's life depended on how fast he ran. "Where's she?" he asked, his face etched with worry. I pointed towards the ICU, he wasted no time as he walked-jogged towards the ICU room. I'd thought he'd ask me how it all happened or accuse me of almost killing his daughter, but he didn't do any of that. Unlike my mom who followed right behind him. She stared at me with disappointment or rather, sadness in her eyes. I didn't know what she felt but I knew one thing. She hates to have a son like me.I tried to ignore the way she stared at me and she made it easier by walking away, following Alexandra's dad behind.My back was leaning against the wall and I watched Drake as he was interrogated by the police. They had my statements first and now they were checking if my story would match with that of Drake's. I wasn't scared of getting into trouble because I knew Drake wouldn't tell the whole truth, at least not the part where I gambled
Alexandra's POVWe finally got to the venue for the party, but it wasn't a clubhouse as I had expected it to be. It was an actual house, rather a mansion. I drooled just by looking at the building as we approached it. And I must say, Davis really had great taste for badass rich girls.As we moved closer, the loud sound of rap music pierced into my ears. Drake opened the door, and Davis entered. I was the last to walk in and Drake didn't care to almost close the door at my face.“The king of the party has arrived.” The DJ announced, followed by the loud screams of people that looked like Benison students. They were quite unnoticeable at first, with all those makeup and fancy dresses they had on.Then a scowl followed on everyone's face the moment they noticed me walking into the room.“What's the squammy girl doing here?” I heard them mutter and laugh at me…definitely the uniform had hit their laughter button too hard.Davis no longer paid attention to me, instead his lips were now glu
Alexandra's POVI walked into the mansion, the first face that greeted me was that of George. He bowed slightly, putting his hands behind his back. “Welcome home, Miss Alex.” He said.“George, how many times do we have to go through this? Just ‘Alex’ is fine.”I said, but I knew I was only wasting my breath. The old man was stubborn when it comes to respect“Just ‘Miss Alex’ then.” He teased me. I shook my head, about to walk away.“What about Mr Davis?” He stopped me with his question, glancing at the door I had just walked through, as if expecting Davis to appear too. I shrugged, “I don't know. I thought you picked him up from school.”George frowned slightly, he shook his head. “Mrs Beckett assigned someone else to do that,”he replied. So, in conclusion, Davis had gone missing?“I'll give the driver a call.” The butler added quickly.I nodded. I wasn't exactly worried if a grown up ass like Davis had gone missing. He'd find his way back home... probably. But then again, what if he
Alexandra's POVAs I did expect, everyone at school stared, from getting down from the same vehicle with Davis to walking across the large school hall.Davis didn't care, he walked ahead, his head up high, ignoring the stares of the students, at least it was not his erotic diary that everyone read. His best friends came along, shook hands and took him away like nothing had happened. While my Friend summer was nowhere to be found. She didn't support me when I decided to go confront Davis, she was probably also upset that I didn't tell her Davis was my stepbrother.As I entered the class, my presence started a mocking laughter amongst the students. Yeah, laugh all you want guys. I rolled my eyes at them. Just then, I saw Summer, talking to a female student. Has she noticed my presence? Was she ignoring me on purpose? “Summer.” I called out calmly.She stopped talking, she looked up, her green eyes glared at me. “Can we talk?”“You can see I'm busy, Alexandra.”“I know…just let me e
Alexandra's POVI winced, “Ouch…”the moment I opened my eyes, a sharp pain struck my head with no pity. Looking around my surroundings, somehow I was back to my bedroom, in my pyjamas. The last thing I could remember was being at a party.I put my feet out of the duvet and down to the ground, I put on my flip flop and walked towards the door, then strode towards the kitchen. “Zora.” I called out a bit, but no response. I called out again and the maid answered, she stopped with arranging the dishes in their places, her attention on me.“Sorry to disturb you…but, did you by any chance change… my clothes last night.”Zora looked confused, she shook her head. “No, miss Alexandra. You were in your room all night.”No I wasn't. I had gone to confront Davis at his party. Davis, just as I thought of his name, something clicked.“Thank you Zora.” I said and left the kitchen.I almost walked up the stairs before my gaze caught Davis, he was busy chilling by the pool side. Puffing on his cigar
Alexandra's POV I stepped into the pool party uninvited, ignoring the stares that followed me. I knew why they were looking; thanks to Davis, my stepbrother, my personal writings, embarrassing, intimate things I’d never meant for others to see, had become everyone’s entertainment. My fists clenched as I pushed through the crowd, eyes fixed only on him. There he was, laughing, carefree, while I was barely holding myself together. “What the hell are you doing…” he started, but before he could finish, my fist connected with his face. “You worthless jerk,” I spat, oblivious to the stares and the whispers that were growing louder around us. “Who’s she?” someone muttered. “The girl with the lusty diary. Freak,” another voice chimed in, the insult piercing through me. I wanted to say something back, but the words stuck in my throat. Maybe confronting Davis here, in front of everyone, had been a mistake. But I was here now. Davis smirked. “You hear that? Freak. If I were you, I’d leave