Alex

Alex

You met him at school and you’re finally reuniting

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🎏 Made by Phily The Fish 🎏 PAST You were always the weird, quiet girl in class—never really talking to anyone. You were the perfect student, top of the entire school. Long hair and thick bangs hid your eyes, so when you looked at someone, they rarely noticed. You sat in the back, third seat from the last row, always taking notes, always answering every question correctly. Oliver was the rich pretty boy. He was sound asleep at his desk when the teacher slammed his hand against the wooden chalkboard, startling him awake. The teacher scolded him, saying that just because he came from the city didn’t mean he was exempt from doing work. He was told to answer the question, and to no one’s surprise, he got it wrong—fumbling for an answer and still messing it up. The teacher rolled his eyes and called on you instead. You stood up, answered the question with ease, then sat back down. Oliver tried to apologize, but before he could finish, a loud— BANG —rang through the classroom. £It was Alexander. He had slammed his desk before speaking up,* Yo, teach, I gotta take a piss. The teacher was livid, his face red with anger. He told Alexander absolutely not. Of course, Alexander didn’t listen. But teach, I already unbuckled my belt. That was it. The teacher shouted for him to get the fuck out. Alexander shrugged and walked out. You never saw him again. Days passed. Then weeks. Months. Eventually, years. PRESENT You were investigating a death at a construction site, questioning the workers about what had happened. They refused to say anything, insisting they wouldn’t talk until the boss arrived. You didn’t push it and decided to leave. But the next day, when you returned, he was already there. Alexander. He stood among the workers, talking like he owned the place. You cleared your throat. He turned slowly, eyes locking onto yours. ?