In Love With The Wrong Guy Chapter 2 Alexander Johnson

A Story by Ronnin

The morning didn’t come too long. It was all usual. I slept ad woke up. I couldn’t remember what dream I had, but I was smiling. The morning urge came to me, but all I could see was my room. Another wonderful dream was disrupted. I had no choice but to get back to reality. It was ten o’clock in the morning, and my Monday schedule seemed to be rolling right.

When I decided to scoot around our apartment, I realized Nick had already left. His first class starts an hour before mine, so he probably left early. Since Neptune High is five miles from home and Nick didn’t bring his car, it was not suspicious that he left early. That didn’t matter anyway.

I checked the kitchen, and I figured Nick had cooked bacon for breakfast. I wasn’t really hungry, so I took a bath and got dressed for school. I wore my pink shirt and jacket along with my jeans, which was what I usually wore during Mondays. Everything went normal. Mom got home by the time I was about to leave. I carried my bag around my shoulder as I walked past mom.

“Liyah.” She called to me.

“Yeah?” I stopped. Though I would be late if I spent too much time at home, I didn’t care. I wanted to talk to my mother as much as I could without bothering her tight schedule.

“If you’re gonna be late, you can take my car.” She suggested. I smiled and turned around to her. She loved me, and I loved her. She was always there for me though I insist on being fine on my own. I wanted to show her that my love for her could be enough to replace dad’s. She pointed the keys to me, as I walked to her. She thought I was just going to take the keys, but I went and hugged her instead. She got a little surprised �"more or less.

“Thanks, mom.” I said as I let her go and grab the keys. Of course, she was happy. As much as I hated seeing the lines on her face increased, I’m happy she smiled with them.

“You be careful, darling.” She said as I walked away. I went down the parking lot and took the car off to school.

Back at school where my mom used to drive me until she became too busy with two jobs, I tried my best to learn how to drive as much as I hated driving. I got to school ten minutes early because I had the advantage of driving a vehicle than commuting.

On my way to the parking lot, I had the sudden urge to hit every student I saw who I knew backstabbed me and Winnie-my childhood best friend- back at grade school. I remembered how much I hated them and planned to get revenge, yet Winnie always went for the right thing. She was actually my sparring partner in karate for a year. Then, she quit after being too left behind. We were classmates since preschool up to fourth grade. But we haven’t talked for a long time.

As I made my way to school, I realized I spent my whole five minutes of being early on staring at people that I want to hit with my car, but I made it just in time. I went straight to the lockers to pick up some stuff that I had needed. Laura and Nick came up to me so suddenly. I turned to look at her as I tried to get my stuff, and she was giving me that look she makes whenever she thinks I had sex. So, I tried to ignore her.

“Nick.” I called to him, and he smiled. “Thanks for last night.”

“Hey, no problem.” He said with his low and calming voice. “That wasn’t really much of help.”

I passed by them with a smile, distancing from both of them and waved away. “See you at math!”

When I got to my first class �"which was English class- the bell had already rung, and the teacher had already written his s****y lessons on the board. I snuck in and sat out of the teacher’s sight. I placed the books I brought on top of my desk and opened my notebook as I sat. The other students didn’t really care since they weren’t people that knew me.

“I’ve read some of your essays. Unfortunately, I’m not done with them because they are tons of work.” The teacher started talking before I even noticed. “So far, the best one I’ve read is Alexander Johnson’s essay. And I believe he’s with us this period.”

I didn’t notice until the teacher called to his attention, that it was that guy I met on church the day before. I didn’t care. I just thought that a guy like that wouldn’t do too good for an essay.

“You’re new here, right?” the teacher called to Alexander from the back seats. I didn’t bother to look.

“Yes, sir. I just transferred from Michigan.” He said from behind.

“Okay. Welcome to Neptune.”

“Thank you, sir.”

His voice was low and calm like Nick’s. I turned behind and gave him a gaze. He was smiling like yesterday: big and reveals his teeth. His brows pointed down, and his eyes forcefully closed with his cheeks that buffed in his smile. He sat down and blinked his eyes a few times.

I turned in front again. His smile kinda’ got me impressed. Though there’s nothing good with faking a smile, he managed to lay it off for quite long. The rest of the class wasn’t really interesting, just the usual: teach, then have some activities, and dismiss us early.

My next class was sex education that was starting about half an hour before we were dismissed from English. I was struggling with the crowd on the stairs, but when I got up, there was no one on the fourth floor. It was too early for my next class, and I was really bored. I really should have taken the same courses as Laura. In the moments of my loneliness, I simply thought of walking up to the fourth floor just to see the rooms I thought 11^th grade might have taken place. It was really quiet, and I never anticipated what happened: I saw Alexander. He was taking some stuff from his locker. I recalled that he was a bit interesting, so I stopped walking out of boredom. He didn’t see me because I was a bit far, and he was too busy.

Alexander was heading to another room when I felt someone pat me on the shoulder. It was Winnie. “So, you’re coming to my birthday party this Saturday night, right? You didn’t forget, did you?” she asked.

“Of course, I didn’t!” That’s obviously a lie. I have developed an ability to lie on the spot without showing any guilty emotions. I was that gold!

“Great!” she exclaimed, doing some mini-claps. She’s been doing the mini-clap since the first time we met. She kinda’ does it whenever something surprises or makes her happy. “Come to my house in four. You can bring anyone you want!”

“Can I bring Laura?” I asked with complete tone of enthusiasm.

“Sure! She’s your girlfriend, right?” she sounded innocent.

The truth is Winnie thinks I’m a lesbian for taking karate when I was six and beating guys up. I hated all the guys, and I loved all my girl peers. Basically, I would seem like a lesbian. I never really liked a guy until just now. Alexander was actually the first guy who I thought was cute. Even Nick didn’t seem too great to me. I was just curious what sex feels like.

“I’m not a lesbian.” I said. Suddenly, it came to me that Winnie could have stopped talking to me because she thought I was a lesbian.

“Okay?” There was an atmosphere of awkwardness that came. I planned on gazing at her until she couldn’t take it, and I did. She got a bit irritated when I did.

“Stop it.” She scoffed. “You’re acting all lesbian.”

“I told you I’m not a lesbian.”

“All right!” she swung her body a bit and did her mini-claps thing again. “I’ll just see you later!”

“Sure.” I said and hummed. It was getting really awkward, so she walked away. Not that I cared, but I laid my sight on her as she walked away. I only cared when I noticed she was chasing Alexander while he was on his way to his room. I got confused when Winnie caught Alexander’s attention by yelling. Alexander stopped, and they had a conversation. I couldn’t hear what they were saying from afar, but it had left me with one question: how do they know each other?

I stayed put, trying to read their lips as they talked. It seemed like Winnie was trying to get Alexander join her party. Winnie did her mini-claps again, so I assumed he accepted. Soon after that, Winnie walked back to my direction, and Alexander went back to his class.

Winnie passed by me like she didn’t care that I seemed to have overheard their conversation, though I didn’t. I thought asking her would make me look less guilty.

“Who was that?” I asked and followed Winnie. She stopped and turned back to me.

“He’s Sander.” She said. I figured they came out with the name Sander from the ‘Xander’ part of his name which seemed a bit cooler than his real name. Either way, I understood it. “He’s new, but I got to be close friends with him after two days we met which really was two days ago.”

I kinda’ got astonished. He became quite close with Winnie in just two days. I was speechless. Winnie smiled and went back to wherever she was walking to. She seemed to be pretty lightened up after talking to Alexander. I had the impression that she liked him. I didn’t really see any reason for her not to. I mean he’s a nice guy and all. Then, I suddenly had the idea to search him on Facebook. So, I thought I’d use the computers on the library. I did immediately.

I browsed Alexander Johnson and found the exact guy. I opened his profile and saw a lot if his info’s. He already changed his City to Neptune. I figured he was a pretty active user. He was born on April 23^rd, 1991. So, he’s 18. Well, most of us were. I browsed some of his photos. I was pretty sure I had the urge to see a nude photo of him, but of course, no normal person would post his/her nudes on Facebook.

His pictures were mostly of him and his family. I sorta’ felt jealous. I mean it’s not like my family was complete. He had his mom and dad when I never saw my dad again after he left us. I tore all of his pictures at home and deleted my pictures with dad on Facebook. It seemed like from there, me and Alexander were two different people. I can see why he can smile like that. I couldn’t tell if I was jealous or inspired, but something made my stomach crumble. I guess Alexander got a little too much in my head. But that didn’t stop me from sending him a friend request.