Alia felt a tear slip down her eyes and she quickly brushed it away. It didn't matter now. What happened, happened. Plus, she had tried getting on her good side by telling her all the secrets she knew of the popular kids and hers as well, so she could use it to blackmail them.She had paid her debt.A little of it.There was a knock on her window, and she gasped, turning, her breath hitching as she watched Alex slide it open and enter, her eyes moving around the room before they landed on Alia and she said softly with a smile on her face, "Nothing has changed, has it?"In a flash, Alia was out of her chair, charging into her arms and hugging her so tightly Alex had to hold until the wall.The tears fell more now but she didn't care. She held unto her like she was a lifeline and Alex let her, rubbing her back as the time passed before she pulled away, hurriedly brushing away her tears and staring around. "Y-Yeah, you know I'm not a fan of change,"Alex nodded. "Yes, you always forgot w

"She told you that?"Paris watched his friend nod, and though he had on his thick wool oversized sweater, his cheeks were still red. Though he doubted it was the cold, the idiot had been smiling ever since he started his ridiculous story which was getting harder to believe by the second.Females never spoke to Marcos. They were completely intimidated by his beauty, and some just thought he was... Gay, because of how he acted so they just stayed away. The fact someone had, a girl, and complimented his butt, and other things, and seemed so calm around him, wasn't adding up.Plus, that girl being Alexandra Parker?Nah, shit really wasn't adding up.They were both in the same Major and they constantly... Butted heads together or it was more like, two talented geniuses always trying to rip the head of the other with their instruments when they got the chance, though Alex always seemed so placid about it, pissing him off as she never even reacted to him.Plus, she was a hermit. The fact sh

Marcos felt his eyes widen as he stared at her. The question striking his heart harder than anything ever had. His eyes studying her face, hoping to see any sign of her joking. Pranking him. Punishing him possibly.But it was so obvious that she wasn't joking. Or pranking. And it couldn't be a punishment if the question was truly genuine. In fact, she seemed quite upset that he was standing in front of her."I don't—" His chest was starting to hurt again, breaths finding it hard to leave his mouth. "I don't understand, Alex, I—" Marcos walked to her bed now, sitting on the stool beside her bed and held her hand and though he noticed the reaction on her face change to surprise, and something close to fear as he said, "It's Marcos. Eros. I'm your—"Boyfriend.Yet, he wasn't, was he? She had ended things with him. Cut him off. He couldn't even call himself her friend. So... So what was he?"Alex!"He watched as her eyes moved from him to the person entering the room, her dark orbs immed

Paris stood outside Marcos' house, watching as his Mother tried standing from her wheelchair, an effort that had the now platinum blond with blue and pink tips haired male clapping happily causing him to let out a small chuckle.Elise had only found it hard to walk because she had bedridden for a long time, but lately, she seemed to be doing better, walking around the house with Marcos and Maria, Abuela always cheering her on with some Spanish dish that she knew his Mother liked.Everything seemed peaceful. Quiet. But... But it didn't feel complete. Looking at them, he realized many times that it felt like they were glamoured, that this was what everyone saw, felt, but deep down, they knew things wouldn't be the same, and what made it truly worse was the fact that they all knew she was alive, and well.But they could never reach out for her.It drove him crazy, and he knew Marcos felt the same, but it was okay for a while. Except now, with everything that had happened today, he neede

"When did you start caring about basketball?" Ace Danvers asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Finally, they had returned back to their natural state as the weirdo duo, away from the prying popular's, and Ace... Wasn't exactly happy with the information.Marcos Gomez, on the other hand, kept his eyes staring down at the court below him, his face filled with glee. His hair was packed in two pigtails, glittery green eyeshadow and peach coloured lipgloss, wearing a see through shirt, tucked into a high waist plaid skirt.His hair still had it's butterfly clips, his beauty almost blinding lately, though everyone around him noticed it more than he did. He was still... Shy, and uncomfortable with crowds, but it didn't stop him from joining in other school activities. Not the ones that put him in public eye, no, he was more of the community work type.That also, didn't stop people from trying to talk to him.It was no surprise that Marcos was the most beautiful boy in all of Wystwood High, but it w