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The Tuxedo Project | Midnight Confessions

Chapter One | Midnight Confessions

Things happened so fast and I couldn't believe that the last time we talked was seven years ago, when we decided to follow our own paths and chase our own fortunes.

I was biting at the top of my pen while struggling to find a very suitable word for need to write on my essay. My backpack was wide opened on the floor with books scattered everywhere on the floor and on my bed. My one knee was closer to my chest while my other leg was hanging in the air because I was petite and small.

"What a lucky girl you are Diana."

Alex scoffed while strolling into my room with two cups of milk in his both hands and two packets of cookies hanging between his teeth. I know he's mocking me because of the condition of my room. I rolled my eyes absent-minded at him and continued tapping my lips with my pen. Alex is very weird boy yet he is very nice person, with annoying attitude all day. His hair as usual falls in his face and he is wearing his all-time-favourite sweater that I always feel like ripping it off using my scissors because the color of his sweater hurts my eyes.

Neon green.

"You need to stop wearing that filthy sweater, I swear to God," I said and he scoffed.

"I'll say that I didn't hear you," he sung and I throw my Pride and Prejudice book at him.

"Idiot," I said, rolling my eyes at him and he smirked.

"Annoying," he shot back, folding his arms across his chest and I narrowed my eyes.

"Weirdo," I said and he tilted his head to the left, eyes were still on mine.

"Just like your type," he said, winked and I gaped.

"Pardon me?" I asked in disbelief.

"Hah! Gotcha!" he snickered and I throw my pencil case at him.

"Stupid ass!" I said exasperatedly.

"You should look at your face," he said, laughing so hard while flipping on my bed like retarded monkey he is.

"Go home Alex," I said and turned back to my essay. Alex's laughter faded away after a moment and startled me when a head was pecked at the side of my shoulder.

"Essay? Still on that paragraph munchkin?" he asked and I knocked his head using my knuckles.

"It is none of your business and I'm not that short, asshat," I said and he chuckled.

"To me, you are," he said and started to eye on my essay. I sighed and dropped my head on my study desk and groaned loudly.

"Why I can't find suitable word for need? This is so frustrating you know," I ranted and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Well, miss goody-two-shoes, overly-sweet and school sweetheart Diana Evans, you can just write need. You don't have to be more complicated than you are right now," he said and chuckled at his own words.

I lifted up my head and raised an eyebrow at him. I folded my arms across my chest and chinned up until my eyes met his.

"Firstly, I'm not miss goody two shoes and I'm not overly sweet, just being friendly and third I'm not school sweetheart. In addition, what do you mean by me being complicated?" I asked.