Alex POV

Why was she so mad at me? I tried to help her from that creep? Who the fuck was he even? I'd never seen him before at all, I'm not saying I'd seen everyone in Baltimore, I'm merely saying that most people at least looked a little familiar to me.I continued on my walk over to Zack's house. I hadn't realized how close to Wendy he lived.

Once I approached the door I knocked on it softly. His mom hated us just walking in so we all had to knock. He appeared at the door moments later and ushered me into the house. We both laughed as we walked into his kitchen, grabbing some Monsters. We went into this room and lounged on his beanbag chairs.

"How's everything in paradise," he asked.

"Well, it's...," I trailed off.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"It's not really trouble. I mean, we're fine. It's just... complicated."

"Alex what's up?"

I knew that I could vent to Zack, we all could. He was very, what's the word, sensible. The other two would potentially blow things way out of proportion and I didn't need that, it was probably nothing anyway. I looked down at the ground and told him why I was running late.

"So you beat up some punk who you don't even know because of Wendy," he asked for clarification.

"Yes," it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Do you have any feelings for her?"

What? Why would he ask such a question? Of course I didn't have any feelings for Wendy! I had a girlfriend. I was happily taken by Lisa, I wouldn't even be trying to find another girl. That was completely absurd!

Did he have a point though? I mean, it didn't seem like it at first but the more I thought about it the more I wished that she had given me her number. Or the more I wished that she simply wanted to be around me. The first day she talked with us, it was mostly simple, shallow, getting to know you things but still, it was talking. All I wanted was to have pointless conversations with her. I wanted to get to know her. The real her.

I wanted to know the things she likes about herself and the things she doesn't. I want to know her past, every aspect of it. I wanted to know her dreams, her goals, what her gpa was, even what her middle name was. It wasn't even like this with Lisa, I'd rather get to know this mysterious girl than get to know my own girlfriend. Did that make me a terrible person? Was I a horrible boyfriend?

"Alex, answer my question," Zack spoke.

"Huh, what," I said snapping out of my thoughts.

"Do you like Wendy? Do you want her as more than a friend?"

"You know what Zack. I think I do."

Notes

So, Alex likes Wendy huh. Don't worry, things are going to get interesting very soon. We have a very nice plan for this story. I know it's not a long chapter, I'm sorry, I'm a little stressed right now so I'm trying. They won't all be short, I promise. I also wrote this while playing GTA so I'm really sorry for any spelling errors (GTA is just so fun though).

Shameless self promotion, I wrote a one-shot. It's called Waiting For Superman. Check it out :)

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- Jess