The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

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Except it wasn't.

Alexandra had taken an interest in him the first day he came, asking him questions, trying to get him talking. Wanting to know his thoughts and reasons for doing certain things.

If she had done this before, he would have found it... Sweet, but he didn't now.

Because that Alex... Wasn't his Alex.

She was more of a shadow than the real thing. The smiles she gave to her siblings were fake. The way she ate like there was no life left in her.

Like the Alex he knew died in that bloody house of her and whatever was walking around was a cold, cheap, robotic copy of her.

She was always trying to please him, get to pay attention to her. It sickened him half the time, and yet, he craved how badly she seemed to want it. It reminded him of how he had been, how he had wanted her.

And Paris was fully aware that he hadn't loved her then. It had been a game, and the fact she was repeating it killed him more than he should.

A part of him had hoped when he told Marcos about it, he would throw a fit and give Paris a good reason to stay away from her, but the male hadn't. Instead, he seemed okay with it. He thought that Paris was strong, but he wasn't.

There were times he wanted to tell her that she was being irritating. That she was never like that. That Alexandra was better than this. Stronger. That every single thing she did held life, but he knew if he made one wrong move, Alexander would attack faster than the speed of light and now that he was in her orbit, he wanted to stay. Even though his feelings all felt negative, he was finally feeling something.

Yet, he had not expected her to find Marcos and take him away.

Paris knew that Alexandra wasn't herself but the other male didn't, and the fear that Marcos would be hurt, or that she would hurt him nearly drove Paris mad, but when the male had returned, he seemed okay.

Down, but okay. "What did she say to you? What happened? Did she hurt—?"

"No," Had been his answer, though Paris could smell a lie better than he could before. He literally worked with for a demon now.

Paris waited for more explanations. Questions. Why was Alex acting like that? Why did you never tell me? Is there something going on that you don't want to say? But Marcos had walked into the shower quietly, and he had said when the male walked out, "Tell me what happened. In details,"

And Marcos did.

Paris' eyes had widened when the male was done, fear climbing through him. "Marcos, I didn't—"

"I know, you didn't plan that," The light skinned male looked tired wearing a white shirt and shorts as he sat on his bed, hugging the new stuffy he had brought in to his chest as he said, "You wouldn't want keep something like that from me. She just— Wanted to see why you spent so much time with me, I guess. She didn't by the way, see any reason. She said... She said that she could never be with someone like me."

Paris heard himself quickly add, "She's not the same as you remember her."

"Really?" A soft smile came on Marcos' face. "I guess it seems that way at the surface, but if you look really deep, A is still there." Then he laid on his bed, staying on his side to look at Paris. "Besides, I'm not the same Marcos she knew and you have changed as well. That's life, Paris, people change. They evolve. It could be a little scary at first, but everything would be alright."

Leave it to the male with the face of a god to calm him down.

Still, even now, as he stared at her, he tried to see this as good. That the fact she wasn't the same and didn't even find Marcos attractive anymore only equaled to her never truly wanting them, because that was what it meant right?