Alexa
After school today I have to go home. I did promise my stepbrothers after all. After history, I told the guys to go ahead, and walked up to Ryan's desk. Elliot said I could tell him about my phone (Jackson filled him and Michael in).
"Hey, Miss. Hart," Ryan said. "Shouldn't you be getting to lunch?"
"I have a phone now." I grinned. "I can text you now. Unless if you have one of those old people's phones," I teased.
"Hm, what was that? I don't speak baby talk," Ryan said. "Goo goo."
"This is weird...." Michael commented from the sidelines.
Ryan and I hurriedly looked in that direction. What in the world is Michael doing there? I told him to go on! Ugh, this is hella awkward. I suppose the door was already open, but still..
Ryan cleared his throat. "Miss. Hart, how dare you call me old! Detention!"
I stared at him, unimpressed. "Dude, he already knows." I told Michael and Elliot yesterday, since I told Jackson beforehand — Michael was not happy with the fact that I told Jackson before him.
Michael nodded. "Yeah. By the way, Jackson totally thought you were a pedophile!" He snorted. "You should seriously give him extra homework for that." He 'slyly' winked.
"I'll give you extra homework if you don't get to much." Ryan smiled evilly.
Michael paled. "No, I'm way too dumb for that, good bye," he said, before hurriedly leaving.
I giggled quietly, handing Ryan my phone. "Put your number in."
Once Ryan did that, I did the same to his non old person's phone.
"Okay, see ya." I grinned as I exited the classroom.
That same grin faltered as I neared the end of the hallway, only to see three guys waiting for me. If you thought it was Elliot, Michael, and Jackson, then you are—
Wrong.
Ryder, Blake and Ethan stood there, all with malicious glares. Of course. I'm not allowed to be happy for too long. It's like the law of the universe or something.
"What do you guys want?" I practically whispered, trying not to show any fear. Just don't say anything that will make it worse.... that shouldn't be so hard to do.
"Payback," Ryder hissed. "Hold her down," he addressed to his minions. I don't really know how he became their leader since he's the newest one here, but that's not important.
"What—"
Blake grabbed one of my arms, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't talk, idiot," he told me, tightening his grip. He and Ryder stared at Ethan pointedly, who decided to eat Cheetos right then.
"What?" Ethan questioned. "Can't you see in too busy eating? Couldn't we have picked a better time to do this that wasn't lunch?"
"I second that," I said. Stupid fucking mouth, I raged in my mind.
"Ahem," came a voice. "And what do you three think you're doing?"
We turned and saw Elliot, an evil glint in his eyes. Ethan, being the closest to him, inched away, taking a bite of another Cheeto.
"I'm eating," Ethan said, holding out his bag. "Want one?"
"No," Elliot replied bluntly. "What I want is for someone—" He sent Blake a pointed glare "—to get their disgusting hands off of Alexa."
"Um, excuse me, my hands are clean," Blake said, rolling his eyes.
"But your personality isn't."
Ryder scoffed. "Can't you leave now?"
"I'll come back with my knife," Elliot bluffed. Or at least I think that he was bluffing.... He doesn't actually have a knife, right? Least of all at school.... Right? Right...
Blake quickly let go and he and Ethan took off. "Cowards," Ryder muttering, before following after his friends.
"Um, thanks..." I said.
Elliot nodded, accepting my gratitude. "Let's go," he said.
"Let's not tell the others," I walked alongside him.
"Okay, if that's what you want." Elliot shrugged. I nodded. "But on one condition."
"And that is?" I bit my lip. What could he possibly want? Money?
"You have to wear a dress and take a picture," Elliot said.
I gaped at him. "Why would you want a picture of that?!" I questioned.
"Educational purposes," Elliot said.
"E-Educational?" I sputtered out. "What? How?"
Elliot shrugged. "It's not too bad," he said.
I stared at him suspiciously. "And what exactly are you even going to do with the picture?" I questioned.
"That's for me to know."
"And for me to find out?" I inquired.
"I didn't say that," Elliot replied coyly. "I'll be expecting that picture by the end of the week."
I sighed. "Fine..." I said. What an odd request...
•••
I sighed, entering my house. To my relief, the only person I could see was Veronica. She smiled at me as she cooked, but didn't say anything. I wonder where my dad and stepbrothers are.
No sooner had I thought that, the door opened again. I quickly turned my head to see my dad enter. I frowned, slinking away and sitting in the living room. He scoffed, and narrowed his eyes at me, but with Veronica in the kitchen, he didn't do or say anything.
Dad simply went to greet Veronica and even their unborn child. It had me wondering how my new brother would be like. How would everyone treat him? I hope it's better than the way that I'm treated, at least.
The door opened once again, and this time it was Cameron that entered. When he saw me, he grinned and came over to me. "Hi, Alexa!" he greeted. "I see that you're back."
I nodded. "You see correctly," I told him.
"Well, I gotta go do homework!" Cameron sighed. "See ya."
Then he was gone.
I leaned back against the couch, fiddling my thumbs. Zach was the next one to enter. He glared at me but with Veronica — and my dad — talking in the kitchen, where they could see us through the mini window, he simply stalked off.
Finally, Ryder entered, looking furious. And to my extremely terrible luck, Veronica and Dad has decided to go upstairs for who knows why. Leaving me. And him. Alone.
I quickly stood up, wondering if I could run up to my room. What would happen if I screamed? Ryder clenched his hands, his eyes narrowing to slits. Oh heavens...
"Oh, look." Ryder made a show of looking around, as he walked closer to me. "There's no one to save you now, you stupid girl. First, you showed up as my stepsister. Then, you got me suspended. And now, you made a fool of me."
You did that yourself, I thought, knowing it wouldn't be smart for me to actually tell him that.
Ryder grabbed my hair. Um, Ow. "Now, you're going to pay for real!" he practically growled, digging his nails into my scalp.
I struggled, trying to pull his hands off of me, but failing miserably.
The door opened again to reveal the twins. Ryder pushed me to the ground, allowing me to hit my head. I clutched my now throbbing head, clutching my eyes closed, waiting for more pain to come.
Only it never did. I opened my eyes to see Justin in front of Ryder, and Jason behind him. They weren't holding him down or anything, but Ryder was still pissed.
"Calm down," Jason said. "You don't want to get charged for murder, aye?"
"He's right, man," Justin nodded.
Ryder huffed. "Oh, not you guys too!" he whined. "This isn't fair! Why are you on her side? I'm your brother!"
I shookily stood up. Ryder stared at me with obvious distain, before stomping up to his bedroom, leaving me and the twins.
"Um, thanks..." I said rather awkwardly. Justin was about to respond when I heard a buzz.
Jason furrowed his eyebrows, exchanging a quick glance with Justin.
"What was that?" Jason questioned.
"Me?" I said. "Yeah, Uh... I like making buzzing sounds, you see. Buzz. Buzz. Bu—"
"We get it," Jason and Justin responded at the same time.
I smiled. "Well, I'm just gonna—-"
"Wait!" Justin said, startling me. "So do you forgive us?"
Buzz. Buzz.
"Buzz," I said. "That means yes, by the way."
"You're weird," Jason said bluntly.
I simply nodded and dashed up the stairs. I entered my bedroom and the first thing that I noticed was that my journal was on my bed. How the... Where did it come from? Where did it even go?
Buzz.
I guess it's not important. I placed my journal in my drew and then plopped down onto my bed. I pulled out my phone and turned it on. I got five new text messages from Michael. Or more like the first text messages from him.
Michael: Hi Alexa :)
Michael: ALEXA
Michael: Are you alive?
Michael: ik how to kill your family and make it look like an accident...?
Michael: MY FAVORITE ANIMALS ARE PINK UNICORNS!!!!!!!!!!!
Michael is typing....
Michael: I miss you🤮
Michael is typing....
Michael: Wrong emoji, sorry.
Michael: 🥺🥺🥺
I sighed, half amused. Michael really is inpatient, huh? Well, I guess I better respond, then.
Alexa: I'm fine chillax. What's up?
Michael: ALEXA, YAY MY FAVORITE PERSON RESPONDED
Alexa: ...Me?
Michael: Who else? XD
Alexa: 🙂🙂 I'm honored
Michael: OH! I'm going to add you to our group chat kk
Alexa: ok
——————
Michael added Alexa to Awesomeness.
I clicked onto the group, smiling to myself. I love having friends.
Michael: Elliot! Jackson!
Michael: guyssssssss
Michael: Helllooooooooooooo
Jackson: God, don't you ever shut up
Michael: As long as you get annoyed, NOPE
Elliot: you woke me up from my dam nap. I am going to kill you tmw
Michael: Elliot, my man wazzup
Michael: Alexa's here too lurking
Alexa: hi
Jackson: Hello
Elliot: I'm going back to sleep
Michael: fine then loserrrrr
"Dinner's ready!" Veronica called, causing me to mentally cuss.
Alexa: um I gotta go. Dinner's ready
Michael: K we'll talk later
Alexa: yea byeee
Jackson: See ya
I sighed, and went into the kitchen.