Alexander (CENTURIES series: Book #1)

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Alexander's P.O.V:

I stepped inside my house, sighing as the heavy feeling inside me begun to take its place. It was like as soon as I came home, it started; all the emotions, all the thoughts inside my head I was trying to suppress, along with the feelings that followed, surfaced to the top and pounded inside my head like a bad hangover.

Glaring inside the empty house, I couldn't hear my mother's footstep. No surprise there. She worked two jobs to be able to pay for us all; me, my two sisters and Sir Grumps-A-Lot, the pet hedgehog Kaylee and Sarah had managed to tame. We all lived here, but nothing about us felt like a family.

I walked up the stairs to my room, each footstep heavy and slow. It always felt like I was dragging myself up to my little dirty den – dirty being the operative word. I dropped my bag down on the floor and then shut the door firmly; locking all the ghosts out, even though they hung onto me and not the house.

Turning and glaring emptily into my room, I felt like just dropping dead. Homework was waiting for me—homework I already mentally knew all the answers to and had sorted out years ago. Instead I glanced out my window to the house next to my own, seeing Sophie running around inside her room, her phone pressed to her ear. She was only wearing a bra and her makeup was halfway done, and she was frantically trying to slap on a dress with just one hand. Cute.

She was getting ready for a night out with her girlies – the night out she always tried to postpone or get out of. She had texted me about an hour ago, while I was in detention, and told me she had decided to go out and have fun for a change, which of course naturally meant I was going to crash her party. I couldn't allow my Soph to be out with adult supervision, aka her friends. She didn't know it yet, but she needed me if she wanted to have a good time.

Smirking to myself like I always did when I watched Sophie being off in her own little world, I leaned against my wall and watched her go. She was now applying mascara while speaking rushed words into the phone. The tight baby pink colored dress she had decided to wear had only reached her waist in the tugging-process. Finally, she hung up her phone and pulled it all the way up. She now begun the task of struggling with the zipper on the back.

I pulled my window up and leaned on the sill. "Hey, Reynolds! Need help with that?"

She whipped around and glared shocked at me, only just noticing me now. She then frowned annoyed and went to her window. After wrestling with the stubborn frame for a moment, she managed to pull it up. "What the hell, Alex? Is your life really that boring that you have nothing better to do than to spy on me?"

"Hey it's not my fault you're flashing your tits at me," I said and gestured to the deep cleavage her dress had. "Leave some to the imagination Soph, that's the thrill. The rules for your dress should be the same as the rule for an essay."

"Say what now?"

"Long enough to cover the subject, but not so long it gets boring."

"And which is my dress?" She asked, but then changed her mind. "You know what, don't answer that. I'm not looking for your expert opinion. I'm in a hurry so I'll talk to you later. Say hi to your mum for me!"

Without waiting to give me a chance to reply, she shut her window on me. She then rushed out of her room and left me staring into her empty bedroom.

She always surprised me with what came out of her mouth. I loved that; loved that she knew she didn't need my validation to know she was hot, loved that she wasn't the average insecure, lip-biting, incontinent next-door-girl who didn't know jack about the world. Soph was Soph; she was a heartbreaker, confident, and not afraid to use the voice her mama gave her.