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Chapter Ten
I feel kind of bad. Okay, fine, I feel very bad.
I know that Alex is a jerk and a pervert, and a nasty little dude, but still, he’s innocent. He’s not completely innocent…but you get the point. I thought that it should be fine, but right now his face is purple. Pure purple.
“Stop moving you meathead!” I snapped.
“Ow.” He complained. “Why did you punch me again?”
“Alex, I’m sure that we’ve been through this before…”
“Oh my gosh.” He jerked.
“Stop moving!” I groaned.
“No, you just said my name in a conversation.”
“…so?” I shrugged.
“It’s your first time.” He smiled. “Ow.”
“Please stop moving.” I smiled slightly and had instantly frowned.
“You can really punch for a girl.” He said with a straight face.
“I’m sorry, okay?” I sighed. “But you can’t blame me. You are a nasty pervert.”
“I am not.” He said.
“Ugh, never mind.” I said briskly and left the room. Hmm, maybe this is the perfect moment. “Hey, why don’t you just sit there and relax for the day!”
“What?”
“I mean, just relax for the day.” I said.
“O…Kay?” he looked at me blankly.
“It’s my way of saying sorry.” I said unconvincingly.
“So what am I supposed to do?”
“Just sit there…for the whole day.” I slurred. “Don’t come up stairs!”
“Why not?”
“Just don’t. Coming up stairs will strain your muscles. You should just lay there and do nothing for the day.”
“Are you feeling okay?” he looked at me with a suspicious look.
“Sure! Of course! Do I not look okay?” I think I should stop talking right now. “Anyway, bye.”
I ran up the stairs hastily and made sure that no one’s coming up before I went into his room. I still can’t believe I’m doing this.
I started by looking around aimlessly without moving an inch. Man, his room is so much neater than mine. What’s wrong with this guy? It’s so neat that I’m almost afraid to shift a single thing. I mean, even the slightest difference is obvious in here. Man, this is going to be harder than I thought, especially since he can come up any minute.
I walked towards the desk. I started by flipping through some random books and magazines, and obviously there wasn’t anything there. I wasn’t expecting anything to just fall out. I just did that to warm up.
I moved around more, starting to feel comfortable and started searching for things that Joanne might wanna include into her club. Actually, I think she might include everything that he owns. Maybe I should take out the trash from now on. I mean, that way I can collect all used materials from him. I’m sure the club would want that.
I’ve been searching around the room for at least thirty minutes now and man, this guy is so boring.
To my surprise, I didn’t find any dirty magazines or dirty comic books. Hey, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I wanna find them, it’s just that I was expecting to see something like that in a guy’s room. Well, I’ve mistakenly found one in Ryan’s, and I’m sure Drake owns a bunch, but Alex…where is everything?
Looks like I’ll have no choice but to search his dresser.
Ugh, the dresser.
Shirts were piled neatly, and it’s too neat. Will he notice the difference if I rearrange them? This guy’s room looks like it belongs to a girl, a neat and germless girl.
I was about to give up searching when I’d stumbled onto a box beneath the bed. Ooh, a box! Finally, something interesting. Wait, this better not just be a shoe box or I’ll be completely deflated.
I took a deep breath before searching what’s in the box. Well, this box seems pretty ordinary. It’s filled with old letters and old photographs. Oh, photographs! I know that I shouldn’t be sneaking around, searching someone’s private things, but I couldn’t help myself. The temptation is just right there! It’s impossible not to look.
There were a lot of letters, all stacked together. They seem really personal, so I’d decided not to touch them. The only thing that I’d touched was the pictures. When you look at pictures, the first things that you expect to see are family group photos, but apparently they rarely exist here.
Here, there’s a picture of him when he was only a baby, left in the cradle, soundly asleep, but there was no mom or dad there. The next one was taken roughly around when he was two, and this time a nice young lady was carrying him. This must be his mom. The next picture must be taken when he was three. This one only has him and his dad standing there. Young Alex was looking really happy, but the man standing beside him seems like he’d rather be somewhere else. That must be his dad. They look pretty alike actually.
The next picture was all just complicated. There’s a picture of him with a lot of kids, kind of like a group photo, but it wasn’t taken in a school. There’s a lady with orange hair standing right beside him, and that’s not his mom.
I continued to scan through the pictures and started to realize something. Where are his parents? Where are all his class photos during kindergarten? Where are all the young childhood pictures that everyone usually has? And they never really had a family photo too.
There’s a possibility that he left them somewhere else, or maybe his parents are holding them, but still…his childhood seems pretty lonely. That’s weird…
“Kate?”
Shoot.
I shoved all the pictures back into the box and kicked in back to where it belonged. I closed the wardrobe door and rearranged all the magazines nicely, just like they were before.
“Kate?” he walked in. “Oh, what are you doing here?”
“I…was taking out the trash!” I said while holding the bag of trash.
“You’re taking out the trash from my room?” he asked like he’d misheard me.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”
“I thought that you wanted me to be normal and stuff, so I’m supposed to take out my own trash.”
“Well, true, but didn’t I tell you to just sit down and relax? Why did you come up stairs?” I frowned.
“Nothing. I was just curious about what you’re doing up here, that’s all. Turns out you were just taking out the trash. Huh, funny.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, funny.” I faked a laugh. “Okay, well, since you’re already here, just rest in your room then.”
I walked away, trying not to look suspicious while hanging the bag of trash over my shoulder. Man that was so darn close. He would’ve exploded if he realized what I was really up to. I didn’t get to find out any of his dirty little secrets that Delaney was so interested about, but I did get to hold some of his trash which is actually treasure to the fan club. At least it wasn’t a complete waste of time….or was it really?
Hmm, I wonder where his parents are now.
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