The principal's office.It hasn't changed, cause it doesn't. Not like Alec had expected the change but maybe a tiny part of him wanted to see something a little different. Now, he just didn't see anything to mark out. It was still the same polished large desk, framed certificates no one reads, a flag standing proudly in the corner like it paid rent and a well dressed man behind the desk who had mastered the art of pretending to care. Principal Jenkins didn't look up immediately. Alec knew that was intentional. Jenkins let the silence sit in a way that was heavy and deliberate, like he believed it added authority.Jeremy leaned slightly toward Alec. "He's doing the dramatic pause thing.""I can see that" Alec murmured."Should I cough?""Don"t."Jeremy coughed anyway.Jenkins looked up slowly and it didn't take long for Alec see it. He had seen it many times before and he was seeing it again. The look.The kind of look that scanned clothes, it scanned posture, even confidence… and th

Milo watched Kara in silence but Alec knew better than to trust that quietness, so he also watched carefully. "What are you doing here, Milo?" Kara repeated her question."Came here to see you cause I missed you." Kara scoffed. "Is that an issue?" Milo questioned like he was daring Kara to say yes and face the consequences. "Milo, you can't just show up here and....and talk to me like this.""Really?" Milo's tone was dangerously slow. "Yes! Really!" Kara snapped. "You are embarrassing me, and not just me, my friend too!" "Oh!" Milo simpered, taking his eyes to Alec briefly. "Your friend.""Yes. My friend" Kara said firmly. "He was nice enough to to walk me to my car, something you wouldn't do because you would have preferred we do everything your way. Now that I finally get to have a friend who understands me, please....please Milo, let us be.""Now look at that, huh?" he said in a low voice. "Just a little distance in less than forty eight hours, and she is already complaining

Alec had stepped inside the clean ring, looking like he belonged there while Jeremy stared at it like he had just been invited to his own funeral. "This is not good," He whispered nervously under his breath. "This. Is. Not—""Come on, Jeremy" Alec drawled out. Jeremy shook his head. "Come on what?" He blinked. "Wait, you mean you want me to step in there....and fight with you?"Alec shrugged. "Is that a bad thing?"Jeremy's eyes widened. Alec snickered. "Come bro, you do fight here to train sometimes, don't you?""Yeah, I do, but not with....with someone like you."Alec paused. "Someone like me?" He almost laughed. "Dude, what's wrong with someone like me?""I don't know, you tell me. What's wrong with someone like you?" Jeremy threw back. Alec smirked, grabbing a pair of gloves. "Okay, Yeah. Those gloves are giving me a heart attack already." Jeremy whispered in a rush. "I think it's best if I leave.""Nope" Alec disagreed, tossing one set of gloves at him. Jeremy caught them i

Jeremy killed the engine of the car and stayed silent for seconds, his jaw tightnening, his eyes sharpening as they stared into space. "We're here, bro." He was the first to break the silence. Alec didn't speak back immediately, he let the silence stretch out for more than five seconds. "You know there's something I'm trying to understand."Jeremy took a glimpse at his staid expression. "What's that?""Milo's pattern." Alec mentioned.Confusion appeared on Jeremy's expression and Alec began explaining."If Milo was as dangerous as people are saying then shouldn't he have beaten me up last time?""You're right" Jeremy said and added. "The people who said he's dangerous are not wrong either.""Does that mean he was pretending to be weak?""I really don't know" Jeremy replied. "But I do know that Milo is unpredictable, and that is one of the things that makes him very dangerous." "Heard that so many times in different ways" Alec muttered. "Bro," Jeremy was as serious as ever. "You ne

Alec's hair fell across his eyes, partially covering those green orbs, but he could still see her. Feel her. He didn't need to touch her to feel the connection. Eye contact was enough. Just one, deep eye contact. She pressed both hands against the cage, like she could reach through steel if she tried hard enough. "Alexander" She called in a soft voice now. He was weak. Too weak to move his mouth, to weak to produce words, even his throat was weak, but he could still breathe her name. "Jenny." He opened his mouth to say more. He wanted to ask, ask her what she was doing, why she would come down here despite telling her not to. He turned his head down again, his damp hair following the movement. Letty pressed harder against the cage, showing her desperation to reach him and have direct physical contact with him. "Alexander, look at me!" She ordered. Alec obeyed slowly, meeting her fierce but tender gaze. "You need to get up" Letty told him firmly. "Okay? You need to do something