Lexi
The bell rings for lunch. I get up and make my way to the door. Finally Jax and I can sort some things through.
As I'm leaving the classroom, someone grabs me from behind and holds me tightly. My pulse races. Please don't be who I think it is. Please.
"Where are you going?," asks Cheyenne. I groan inwardly. Of course it's her. What would Jax say? Oh right. He would turn around and say something like, 'Baby I'm so sorry. Let's go to the most expensive and fancy restaurant ever, for lunch.' Then he'd probably kiss her. Sorry Jax, but I ain't kissing a girl. I turn around, to say something, and almost jump when I see her shirt. It's the very shade of purple from a nightmare I had last night. Jax was dying and Cheyenne was laughing, and laughing until she started coughing up blood, and then faded away, turning into a dark shadow.
Regaining my composure I say, "Sorry Cheyenne. My older brother is picking me up for lunch. Ya know. A brother to brother thing."
Cheyenne wrinkles her nose. "You have an older brother?"
"Yup," I reply smoothly, "Max."
Wait, what? Max and Jax? Wow Lexi, smooth, real smooth.
"Whatever Jax. See you 'round. "
Cheyenne leaves, laughing and blows me a kiss. Ugh.
....
"I hate to say it but, I don't think we're going to be able to change back into our own selves. At least- not in time for tonight."
I frown at what Jax says. "What's so special about tonight?"
"Tonight," he says, throughly depressed, "I was going to take Cheyenne out to the newly released movie."
I groan. "And I suppose you want me- who can't even stand her- to take her on a date, pretending I'm having fun and I'm madly in love with her?"
Jax looks uncomfortable. Is that really what I look like when I'm distressed? I should quit getting distressed.
We are sitting in an interesting little café- it's the furthest from school that we could walk to and not be late. It's very unlikely that someone we know will come here and see Jax- me- cheating on Cheyenne.
"Well... I can't cancel on Cheyenne. I did that last time. Lexi, I need you to go! Use my money. I can even hook up a sound system or something to talk in your ear and tell you what to say!"Jax laments.
"You could do that? I mean, get an earpiece and talk to me the whole time?" I inquire.
Jax looks offended. "I thought it was common knowledge that I am super good with technology and science."
I shake my head. Jax huffs.
"Well I am."
This is, hands down, the weirdest thing I've ever done. To both of us it must appear we are having a conversation with ourselves and talking in some weird voice.
"I don't feel comfortable about doing this Jax," I sigh. "But I will."
"Thanks," he says, grinning. "Now let's get an earpiece plan together."
Is it just me? Or does Jax look concerned, even now that I've agreed to go for him, and solve his problem? He almost has a sense of urgency about him- like me. Should I tell him about my dream?
I open my mouth to do it, but instead end up saying, "Okay."
Silently, I curse myself. But I let it go. We did not have the same dream just because we swapped identities.
....
It's time to get back to school. After I gave him some makeup and hair tips, we part ways. I need a bit more food (I now have a large stomach) so Jax heads back alone.
As he walks away, I watch him. Dang, I'm actually pretty hot. Sucks that I had to turn into someone else to realize that.