Player vs. Player II

Chapter Two (2)

I couldn't say anything. I was so shocked that my notepad and pen fell out my hand and onto the floor. Keith and I started dating in sophomore year of High School, at the moment I was just shocked he knew my name.

In fact, I was so sprung up on him I did his homework and projects. I helped him cheat on tests and even gave him my virginity. Three months in I found him cheating on me in a closet at a party. Turns out he was using me for a passing grade.

I dated him again in junior year after my parents whisked me off to a Maine boarding school he was attending. I planned on getting revenge on him at first but somehow he won and I ended up dating him again. Less than a week later Olivia, his girlfriend, announced she was pregnant and we broke it off. So basically we never work out.

Keith snapped out the daze first and walked over to me. He got tall since I last saw him, he must be well over six-feet. The boyish look in his eyes when he was younger was replaced by a serious business look. He bent down, picked up my stuff and handed them to me with a nod. He held out his hand and said,

"Good to see you again, Alexandra."

I just stared at his hand as it suddenly grown three new fingers. Then, remembering what I was here for I pulled my hand and shook his. 

"Shall we sit?" he asked walking back to his desk and motioning to an office chair. I nodded, dumbstruck, and shuffled over to the seat. I took out a paper Amy gave me to with questions and opened up my notebook ready to record his answers.

I looked at the first question and was met with Amy's sloppy cursive. That's it. After I leave here I'm buying her "Learning Cursive for Third Graders".

 I struggled immensely to read what it said, "Everyone...says...that...Geoff cheese--" Wait, cheese? That's not right! "Oh... Geoff Corp," I threw the paper down in frustration and looked Keith in the eye, his mouth was twisting up and he looked like he wanted to laugh,

"Having some problems?"

"No," I retorted, "I just forgot my glasses, it's hard to read without them." That was a complete and utter lie but I couldn't degrade Amy's handwriting with him--it didn't feel right. In fact, none of this felt right.

"I never would have thought you'd take up journalism," he commented.

"Well I'd never thought you'd be a PR for a con-company," I said defensively. Keith just raises his eyebrows in amusement,

"What's it been since we last spoke, five years?"

"Six, not counting senior year." I whispered.

"Have you talked to anyone from ACP?"

"I lost contact with all of them," I replied. He nodded and I found myself staring at him. In junior year Keith got colorblindness from hitting his head too severely when saving me from a car. Suddenly, my eyes landed on my notebook again and I snapped out the daze,