Alexander (CENTURIES series: Book #1)

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"I'm so sorry Soph, I just had to!" He laughed loudly, leaning up against the kitchen bar for support. "It was right there!"

"Whatever." Now I was irritated for real. "Are we going to get the show on the road or not?"

Stifling his laughter, he nodded. "You're right. Let's scour the talent tonight." He lifted his beer to his lips and looked at the dancing people. "Let the Hump-Her Games begin."

"Right..." I let my eyes scan the room. Me and Alex had an agreement; I helped him find the hottest chick in the joint and he helped me study so I had a living chance to pass my exams. I wasn't stupid but the teachers were tough. The material they laid down for us was almost impossible, just look at what they gave us earlier today. That was why I needed Alex – and he liked that my rack-radar was as great as a submarine's, so we were good.

There were so many girls to choose from in the crowded, trashed living room, and of course I had to make sure it wasn't someone he'd already banged. At this point it was getting harder and harder to remember. "How about the dark chocolate sitting on the couch by the TV?"

Alexander eyed her out, taking a long sip from his beer before looking away. "Recently broken up with someone. That's a no-go."

"Oh, really? How do you know?"

He sighed and crossed his arms. "Look at the necklace she's wearing."

I took a glance and found her nuzzling a little silver locket. "What about it?"

"It's a boyfriend gift," He replied with a dull tone. "Notice how she's wearing all gold jewelry but the necklace is silver. She obviously prefers gold, but she still chose to keep the silver necklace. It's a gift from a boyfriend she's recently broken up with and clearly, he didn't know about her gold preferences. She's wearing it out of nostalgia because she misses him which is why she keeps fiddling with it every other minute. If I hook up with her, I'll end up spending the night listening to her sob about not-so-much-Midas."

I stared a little stunned. "How do you know it's not just a picture of a recently dead relative?"

Alexander smirked, clearly enjoying having the superior brain he had. He noticed all the small little things everyone else considered as nothing and could tell almost everything about you purely from that. His middle name should have been Sherlock, not Theodore.

"If you just lost a family member, would you be sitting silently on the couch at a party or would you be at home, crying?" He pointed out. "She could be here to drink her sorrows away, but if that was the case, she wouldn't have made such an effort as to paint her fingernails."

The man had a point. "Alright, moving on then. Redhead at the turntable?"

He fixated his eyes after I discretely pointed to the girl and then eyed her up and down. He shook his head. "Lesbian. Next."

"What?" I snapped, glancing back at her. "She doesn't look gay to me?"

"She's talking to a girl who's talking to a guy. Look at how she keeps touching her instead of hitting on the guy. You're straight, Soph, tell me if that guy looks good to you."

I eyed the guy out and had to admit he looked pretty damn good. Green eyes, brown hair, cute smile. Yeah, he was fuuune.