The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

9

At first, she wanted to go back to her room and change into her usual clothes but settled with just ordering for food and leaving the house.

As she walked out, the words rang in her head and she hated the fact that it was true. Not that she slept with anyone, she never did, but it was true that she did collect money from her Father, even though he was the reason she was how she was.

But not freely. She'd never forgive herself if she did.

She put in her ear pods now, deciding to walk instead of use her bike as she remembered how Friday had gone.

Hezekiah Parker was in the study of his mansion, hand flipping through papers. He was ridiculously handsome, and in truth, she looked more of him than she liked to admit.

And it was one of the reasons she hated him.

He had left them, but Alex knew he just wanted to be away from her Mother and wanted her with him as he had the twins as well, which was the one thing she'd never give him.

But the money. She needed it.

"You called for me, Hezekiah?" Alex had wanted to call him Parker, but he wanted to be Dad so they both settled on his name.

His eyes fell on his daughter and he stood from his chair, a smile on his face. "Alex. It's so nice to —,"

"Don't." It hurt being close to him. Looking at him. It reminded her of their life before. Though they hadn't been particularly close, she had looked up to him.

But they were lies. Everything he ever said was a lie.

"Your card," He brought it out. "Here. I've restocked it."

Alex took it. "When would you need me?"

His face fell. "Alex, —"

She glared at him. "Do you want me to spend this money or not?"

They both had a deal. She'd work for him, and collect money in return. Perhaps to Hezekiah, he was helping his daughter but she saw him more of a boss than anything.

He sighed and returned to his seat. "At the moment, no, but there'd be a party soon."

"When?"

"I don't know how this things works, Alex." He replied with a sigh. "Xander does."

"Then I'd leave the card here till then."

He put a hand out to stop her. "Alex, please, you need the money. I know you do, and with her drinking problems —"

"How dare you?"

Her eyes had narrowed, the air in the room turning cold as she stared at her Father with a predatory look in her eyes.

Hezekiah recognized that look. He had raised the girl up himself. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have —. I just want you to be okay."

Alex wasn't even listening anymore. Her hand swiped the card into her pocket. "Text me when you're ready." And she walked out the door.

Now, she was in her classroom, staring at the clock above. One of her enemies, before she felt something warm wrapping itself behind her waist.

Cookies.

She could smell cookies.

Immediately, her hand held unto his, bringing it up to her nose as her heart calmed.

Eros. Her god.

She heard him chuckle. "You're so cold, A." Then he turned around, his hand intertwined with hers and stared at her face, the happy one on his fading. "A? What's wrong?"