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The Guessing Game

Alex's pov -

    I shove my hands deep into my pockets as I walk out of the bar, hoping nobody will notice me. I peek back through the door one last time,  speed walking out. The guys are all ogling the women, and even though I agree they are pretty, I can't take my eyes off of him. I picture his blue eyes that match his coat perfectly. His happy tone, scanning over each person and making light remarks. He's never been very interested in the practice, but since Laf and Herc enjoy it he joins in as well.  Still, I hate to watch. I'm just not interested in anyone else, I don't have eyes for any other person. I've tried to make conversation before, tried to compliment the women, but it always seemed forced, unnatural.

    I take a deep breath of the clean evening air. I'm not sure where I'm going, wandering endlessly down the empty roads.

            I just want to get away from the bar, from the guys, from people. 

            I'm certain my absence wasn't noticed, they were all too busy talking about a lady's attire to focus on me. 

           I walk slowly, kicking a stray pebble that won't move out of my way. It isn't until I reach the end of the block that I hear those familiar thuds, the ones whose owner I yearn to call mine. 

          I can't stand to talk to him right now,  but there's a stubborn bit that needs to. I move suddenly, slipping into a dark alleyway. I try to turn the corner before he can follow, but my attempts are futile. My inner conscious knows I want him, subtly slowing my pace. He's on my tail in a second, barely out of breath. I turn to him fast, my heart fluttering at the sight. His eyes stare into mine with startling need, un-steadying me.

    "Hey Alex, everything okay?" he sticks to my side, easily matching his steps with mine. He's so close to me, his arm scrapes mine as it swings forwards and backwards rhythmically with his gait. I bite my lip, forcing a distraction from my spinning head and out of control emotions.

    "Yeah, I'm fine," I lie, bringing my tone to match his, "Why'd you leave the guys? Sounded like you were having fun," I can't keep the disappointment out of my voice and I can't tell if he picks up on it or not.

    He shrugs nonchalantly, "I dunno. I guess I'm just not as into it as they are, you know?" I nod in reply, I know all too well.

    "Any particular reason?" I prod. I notice him bite his lip, considering what to say, sparking little fires in my veins. I want to kiss him so bad. 

    His head dips forward, throwing his hair into his face, and a small smile forms across his lips, "Well, there is someone I fancy, you could say..  So, I suppose the others aren't really the ones on my mind. It's hard to look at all of these other women when all I can picture... " He shrugs, trailing off. 

           Even though I knew there was no chance he could ever return my feelings, I still feel my heart sinking to the pits of my body, dragging my mind with it and overwhelming me with sadness. 

           I push my hair back with my hand, staring up at the setting sun. I turn a corner, hoping that for some reason he won't follow, but of course he does. Tears prick at my eyes but I hold them back, trying to think of some way to shake him. He looks at me from under his hair.

    "Aren't you going to ask who it is?" He says, a bit of hope lining his voice. My breath catches in my throat. I truly don't want to know, but to appease him I ask. He stops and leans against the brick wall of a building, focusing on the streaks of red and orange that line the horizon. I could keep walking, but something draws me to him like a magnetic pull, and I stay. I stand next to him and drop my hands by my sides, considering how easy it would be to hold his hand right now. My finger twitches against the wall,  tapping a pattern I don't recognize. His hand sits still, undisturbed, right next to mine. One little movement and..