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Alex said while rubbing my back gently. It all made sense now: the ringing tone, the dream, the look he gave the TV, my missing phone, everything. But how did he manage to get past all of those things without me noticing? "But Rubby," Alex said, I looked up at him, but he hesitated. "What is it?" I asked alarmed. "I need your help." "What is it?" "Pretend you love him; there should be one person he should always run back to; it will weaken his defence."

he muttered with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he loosened his tie. “Oh, good.” I forced a small smile, nerves tingling as I struggled to anticipate what might come next. “Well… I told you I’d help and support you, no matter what you needed, didn’t I?” Without another word, Alex left the room. He didn’t need to say anything, his expression said it all. He was clearly thrilled. A minute later, he was back, and, in his hand, he carried that instrument he was waiting for, a not very long stick, lined with black leather, in which he had several strips also of leather that came out of one end.

“No. Everyone bracing.” I look back toward the center field. Alex is already there. He stands alone, stretching slowly, controlled movements like every muscle answers him without question. His posture is straight, chin lifted, eyes forward. He looks… untouched. Like the storm that passed through both of us only marked one. He does not look at me. That hurts more than it should. Coach Vega’s voice cuts across the field. “Pairs. Now.” Students scramble. Names are called. Partners assigned. Then Vega pauses.

“Don’t worry about Ethan, El. He will be fine. Just call him and distract yourself, okay?” That was when the bell above the café door chimed, and Alex walked in. “Sketching again?” he asked, setting his keys down on the counter like he owned the place. His voice carried that smooth, steady warmth that always caught me off guard. I pretended not to see him and left my head bending, pretending to be focused on what I was doing. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at my lips. “Trying to. Though it feels like my pencil’s plotting against me today. I can barely get the angles right.”

"The last time Alex did magic she passed out for a while." "Okay I'm ready," Alex called. Joshua and Hannah were standing and observing. "Now no pressure Alexandria," Joshua walked over to her. "If you feel something is wrong you need to stop." She took out a pendant from her pocket. "Thanks for the advice," Alex said sarcastically, "but I can take care of myself," Joshua smirked and moved to stand next to Hannah again. Alex moved to face the forest and closed her eyes. She held her arms open and began chanting, "Anc ehar em," Alex's voice sounded different and the forest went silent.

Conversations about love always get uncomfortable and embarrassing. Judging by the look on Alex's face, he's not ready to go there either. "Oh, but I know the answer to that already," I say quickly, repositioning my hands on the guitar. "In fact, I think I might have written a song about it years ago." I play through a couple of chords, trying to remember the words. It takes a minute, but suddenly the tune comes rushing back. I start to sing. "There is a boy named Alex Grant Who loves a blond-haired girl.

I ask. "When you see Gage it'll seem like it's just the two of you in the room," Alex tells me. "This day is going to go just as you want it to." "I'm sweating," I admit. "The music needs to start." "Patience is a virtue," Alex teases and I can't help but smile. "Shut up," I mumble and Alex just chuckles. "Thank you for doing this. Ya know, walking me down the aisle."

Lex complained. "Now what do we do?" I turned to Alex, frustrated, and asked for his opinion on the subject. With a smile, Alex grasped my hand and drew me close to his chest. "We," he murmured in my ear. "Practice our Tango!" ****

"This is not sound, this is music. Music is sound with pitch.” Alex knows a lot about what happens in this world because is since childhood, he was raised by a man like a normal human. He was indeed prepared to be my right hand because it was impossible for me to appear in public. Alex knows a lot of things about what is happening in this world because, since childhood, he was raised by a man like a normal human, he was indeed prepared to be my right hand because it was impossible for me to appear in public. "Tonight, I'm going out of the house. I want to have fun with my friends.”

Alex stared back at me with amusement in his glowing cerulean eyes as well as bewilderment, whilst some others like Veronyka glared at me in disdain she barely exerted an effort to conceal. I gulped, racking my brain for a moment finding the right words to say. “I want that moment to be special, that’s all.” Dropping my head to the floor, I touched my hands behind my back, pretending to be cute knowing full well I’m not. Still, I hoped he didn’t see through my lies and just ignored what had happened between us. The next thing I felt was Alex’s calloused hands finding my hips once again. Pulling me into his chest, he lifted my chin and forced me to stare into his piercing blue eyes I found no