The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

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That one slight change could disrupt a whole order.

He watched as Alexandra played the violin resting on her shoulder, her movements soft, teary even with a stoic look on her face. The song could have moved anyone to tears, if she had put more emotion into it, and as she stopped, waiting for an answer from him, he told her the same thing.

"Hmm," Had been her reply as she returned the violin back into it's case, standing to stretch her body before Paris heard himself ask, "What did you really want from Marcos?"

Alex paused, her eyes staring up at him. Empty. Soulless. "Did he not tell you?"

It had been the first time he had spoken to her without being told to, but he didn't care. He needed to know what exactly her plans were. "I'm supposed to believe what you told him?"

She stared at him. Even now, wearing a tank top and sweatpants, it was clear that she had honed her body into perfection. She was healthier than she had ever been. Beautiful. "Do you know those are the longest sentences you've ever said to me? I should take Marcos out on more dates."

"Alexandra," He strained. "Why did you meet him?"

"I didn't lie, I like you and I wanted to know why he was so important to you," She answered. Like it was common knowledge. Like it made so much sense. "I still don't, but even now, I can tell this is you just protecting him and I'm not sure if I'm jealous or not."

"You shouldn't be jealous,"

"You should be protecting me, not him."

Paris said nothing to those words, choosing silence. He heard her sigh at the action, walking towards him then stopping when she was some mere inches away from his face, her dark eyes staring at him like she wished she could read his thoughts as she said under her breath, "Yet, I like the way you act towards him. You, are just like me. The world bores you, nothing is of any interest to you."

Her hand began to trail itself on his face. Something that had his eyes closing, "We are better. Smarter. And they are just... Useless."

He held her hand, his eyes blazing. "I am nothing like you," Even if I was once. "And you have no right to call a person useless. The least you could do is acknowledge the people around you. You're not better than anyone. Different, yes, but not better."

"They lie. They pretend," She continued. "We don't. We are just who we are without any mask. That makes us better."

"No," Paris once hid behind a mask and she had been the one to show what being honest to yourself really felt like, and now, seeing how happy Marcos was, it made him feel... Good. "it only makes us free, and if you really want to be better, than you help others feel free too without demeaning them."

Alex stared at him again, her eyes softening as her lips suddenly brushed his, the electrifying feeling frying his senses for a second. "See? You're the only one I can speak like this to. If I try it with someone else, I'm a horrible person."

"You are horrible," But those words held no bite to it. She was close, so close. "You're only amused by the fact that I am the blur in your perfect world. That I don't fit into what you expect. That I refuse to give in. The moment I do, I would be nothing to you."