It's never that simple,I write.
What's their problem?
What isn't?I evade the question.
Not wanting to have to lie, I put my head down on the table and close my eyes, listening to the quiet beat of Alec's fingers on the table.
About twenty minutes later, the bell rings. Before I can sit up all the way, someone slams my head into the desk from behind, creating an instant headache and pain in my temples. I grip my head, hissing.
Alec drops down beside me and asks me a few questions I don't hear, only see his lips move.
"Laney?" Something finally crosses my ears and I blink away the black dots creeping into my vision.
"Yeah? No, I'm okay." I brush away Alec's concerns, wanting me to get checked out by the nurse.
He shakes his head. "You need to get looked at." He turns to look for the asshole who did it but they're long gone, leaving the room empty apart from us and the teacher who’s back is facing us.
"Alec, I'm fine. Okay?" I attempt to smile but it falls short.
I can tell by the worried look that he doesn't believe me.
"You could have a concussion." His eyes flick over to the teacher who hasn’t see a thing.
"I'll be fine," I assure him. "If I still feel off later, I'll go get a full body scan," I say jokingly and I get a small smile. It may be small but it sends butterflies fluttering through my stomach.
Slowly getting up, I put all my stuff in my bag and swing it over my shoulder.
Alec follows me out of the classroom. My head pounds angrily with every step.
I go to turn right when Alec calls out. "Where are you going?"
I look around the empty hallway. "The library," I say slowly.
He shakes his head. "Come to lunch with me," he asks, tapping his fingers on his jeans.
"It's not really my scene…" I try to refuse.
"It's not mine either," Alec tells me. I see the look in his eyes and I find myself melting.
"Okay," I say, hesitantly.
He smiles brightly, showcasing his perfect teeth when I take a few hesitant steps toward him. He's almost classically handsome in a boy-next-door short of way but there's something more to it.
As we walk to the lunch area, it goes dead silent. I refuse to acknowledge them, keeping my eyes trained on the dirty ass, gum riddled floor.
Not thrown off by the sudden silence, Alec asks, "What was the book I saw on your desk?"
I chuckle softly, looking up to meet his curious eyes. "You don't want to know."
. . .
Mason ~
"How do we want to play this?" I murmur to my twin by my side.
"I am not sitting with these dickheads." Mav scowls.
"Agreed,” I return instantly.
