Third Person’s POV Alexa sat quietly in the security office while waiting for Calan to arrive, Layla had also been called as well, and it was said that Micheal would be here soon. It was turning out to be more of a personal affair really; Rayne and Sasha sensed it so they left after assuring her that everything would be alright.She stared blankly at her feet as she thought back at all Leela had said. Her throat constricted all over again and tears blurred her vision. She knew that Leela had just been trying to spite her, but the fact that she had so blatantly implied that she was sleeping with Micheal affected her in an entirely different way.Who else thought she was sleeping with Micheal? Who else had Leela told? Did everyone think the same? How would Calan react if he heard that? How would Micheal react? She blinked and the tears that had blurred her vision went sliding down her cheeks. She had been crying for close to fifteen minutes now; her eyes were all red and puffy, sore
ALEXA’S POV And it was only when three of us were left in the office did Calan finally settle down beside me on the bench. He draped his arm over my shoulders and I leaned against him as more tears left my eyes. This had to be the most humiliating thing that had happened in my life; I could almost imagine his reaction when he received a call saying his attention was needed immediately because his wife had gotten into a fight with his ex’s younger sister.“It’s alright, don’t cry”. He said to her. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”. She shook her head. She just wanted to crawl under a rock and hide there till everyone forgot her name, till everyone forgot she ever existed.“Are you sure?”. He asked me.“I…I just want to go home”. I cried quietly. I was suddenly so exhausted, it was time to go home, curl myself in a corner and shut down.“Alright then”.Micheal cleared his throat quietly and we both looked up at him. He seemed just as exhausted as I was, just as drained.“I’m sorry
Alexa's POV I fell asleep not long after Calan left my room. I know i wasnt exactly feeling better about what had happened earlier but i felt a little uplifted; i felt lighter knowing he didnt see me as a burden, i felt better knowing he actually wanted me in his future. I dont know for how long I slept for, but when i woke up i felt like i had been trampled upon by a mob of angry protesters. I had pulled myself together and gone to the bathroom to shower, and when i was finally done i headed downstairs to find Calan. I found him in his study on the phone, and because i didng want to interrupt him i stood by the door and waited. "I dont care". He was saying, his voice was low....upset. "It's not about paying a fine, Layla can take care of that, i want her sanity tested". She knew he was talking about Leela, and truly, she was tired of the whole Leela thing. "Just find a way of getting it done....". She let out a breath before stepping into the study fully to get his attention,
Third person's POV His gaze softened and he gestured for her to come over. "You're up". He said as she walked to his desk. She had intended to settle down in one of the seats opposite his desk but he streched out his hand encouraging her to go to him. She did, she slid her hand into his and he gengtly uided her to sit on his lap before placing a tender kiss on her head. "How are you feeling?". He asked her. "I...i think i'm better". She replied quietly. "I dont want to talk about it". She didn't even want to be asked how she was feeling; it only reminded her of an event she so desperately wanted to forget. He gently brushed her hair from her face to reveal the red mark Leela's nails had left there, and though she saw his eyes darken he made no comment on it. "What do you want to do?". He asked her. What did she want to do? She wasn't sure about that too, the only thing she was sure about at the moment was that she wanted to close her eyes and open them to find everything ne
She sat there staring at him, her smile still in place: it wasn't difficult to see the clear adoration in her eyes. "You should never have stopped playing". She told him. It was so very clear that he loved to play, it was clear that it calmed him, gave him a sense of peace. His gaze flickered from hers to the piano and then back again. "It truly wasnt easy to not stopped playing". He told her. He let out a heavy breath. "My father thought me how to play, and when things became.....uneasy between him and i, i sort of just started getting detached from playing". She averted her gaze from his, his eyes seemed to sad. "And when he....". She said quietly. She couldnt complete what she wanted to say but he understood her, and he nodded. "I stopped playing all together". He said. And her gaze flickered back to his. "I'm sorry". She said quietly. He shook his head. "I was trying to cheer you up". He said before clearing his throat. "Lets not get distracted". And she pulled on th
Third Person's POV Calan's eyes fluttered open on hearing his phone ringing softly from the nightstand, he let of Alexa gently before reaching out and picking up the vibrating device. On seeing that it was Micheal calling he assumed it had something to do with Leela, and so he pushed the covers of himself and got out of bed before answering the call. "What's up?". He said as he walked to the other side of the room. He didn't want Alexa waking up to hear him discussing Leela and what had happened earlier. "Nothing much as of now". Micheal replied. "You good? You sound like you've been on sedatives". He rolled his eyes before shaking his head. He cleared his throat nonetheless. "I was asleep". He replied. "It's four in the evening". Micheal said, he sounded unapologetically judgemental. Calan combed his fingers through his hair. He obviously hadnt called to tell him about the status of the case with Leela. "What exactly is it that you wanted?". He asked him. "How's Alexa?".
THIRD PERSON'S POV Alexa fingers fumbled absentmindedly with the keys of the piano in Calan's room. She stared blankly at nothing in particular as she ran her fingers over the keys again and again while Calan sat by the other end going over some work on his MacBook. He had somehow managed to block out the sound of the distorted piece Alexa was playing. It had been a few hours since they returned from dinner with Micheal and April, and Alexa seemed to have to been distracted by what ever thought she had been having. She had been that way since she returned from the restroom with April, but she didn't seem sad or upset so he simply let the matter be. 'You think we did the right thing letting them go?'. He had asked Micheal when Alexa had left with April to the restroom. She had after all, told him that she believed April was mad at her, and they both knew how April could be from time to time. 'Yeah. They obviously need to talk things out'. Micheal had replied. 'That's not what
Third person's POV Alexa found it rather hilarious that she was actually doing this; opening an instagram account to save herself from the humiliation and sneer of her peers. Everything proceeded smoothly, and when it was time to upload a profile picture she found herself becoming indecisive of what to choose. The pictures she had were all either too plain and empty or too....too plain and empty. "Do you think i should take a picture on my way out tomorrow?".She asked him. She had abandoned her seat to settle in the one closest to him so he could see the screen of her phone. "You're not going to attend classes tomorrow. And why wait till tomorrow to take a picture?". He asked her. She glanced down at what she was wearing. "I cant possibly take a picture like this". He told him."You dont have to take a full picture". He said. "But my hair's a mess". A dark smirk curved his lips and he nodded consideringly. "Perfect". He said. And before she could comprehend what he meant