chapter 13 • he would've jumped at the chance to be with her

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cherry was gone the next day.

alex was thankful for the peace, but the house was unusually empty.

soon enough, it was full of complaints about cherry not being there.

penelope didn't have anyone to joke around with.

lydia didn't have another hyper-feminine person around at all times.

elena missed her best-friend.

cherry's chair was empty. sometimes, lydia would catch herself making enough food for one more person.

elena would buy something that made her think of them, and would keep it on her bedside table.

eventually, cherry sent elena a text, confirming that she wasn't dead.

elena waited patiently for cherry to come back.

all she cared about was her being safe.

alex wasn't as upset about cherry leaving as much as everyone else was.

actually, he wasn't upset at all.

he didn't like her, why would he ever be upset about her being gone?

it was just annoying that everyone else was so obsessed with her.

what was so great about her, anyways?

she wasn't cool. or funny.

sure, she was pretty.

but what else?

she was just mean.

they despised each-other, and alex was glad that she was gone.

sure, he was bored out of his mind.

but at least he wasn't being bothered everyday.

but, cherry was back now for the beginning of the school year.

even if she was a few weeks late.

and now, she'd have to see alex's annoying ass again.

he had turned 14 while cherry was gone.

the only reason she knew, was because she'd gone out of her way to not get him a present.

2 peaceful months were spent without alex.

she couldn't wait to get into that apartment and start arguing with him.

cherry approached the front door, and knocked.

alex opened the door.

"get out of my way, ale-" cherry began.

but she paused when she saw him.

he blinked, and walked away from her, leaving the door wide open.

nothing?

not even a mean comment? or a glare? or an eye roll? not even a fucking scoff?

or was he giving her the cold shoulder?

it didn't matter, because cherry was too distracted staring at him to care.

who the fuck was that?

it felt like cherry hadn't seen him in years.

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, alex alvarezWhere stories live. Discover now