Colliding Rulers

The Exchange Student (3.2)

Third Person's P.O.V

Gevia saw how Alex was looking at her and it made her realize some things. That was how she was looking at Alex. She couldn't believe that it took her such a long time to realize that. The way Alex was attentive to Gevia, a fluttering feeling, was what Gevia longed to see. She wanted Alex to look at her like that, and now that she's finally seeing it, she can finally assess her own feelings.

She was scared of rejection. She was scared that it was only her that was falling. Her denial was what resulted in her avoidance. It was as clear as the day. How Alex was always there. How Alex was on timing with everything. The part where Alex couldn't let Gevia feel sad for one second after meeting halfway.

Alex was always there to either ruin her mood or make it better. Either way, Alex was always there. Now that Gevia finally understood that they had feelings for each other, Gevia now understood everything. Why was Alex letting her touch them, when, in fact, Alex doesn't like being touched? Why does Alex always seek Gevia's attention? All of those were all questions answered.

After realizing that, the wind blew to refresh Gevia's memories of everything. The wind caressed Gevia's cheeks like she was a baby, gently stroking the skin. Alex was still staring at her, quite lovingly so. The amount of affection that Gevia saw made her want to cry,but instead of crying, she pulled Alex and kissed them gently on the lips.

Gevia also understood one thing. There was something holding Alex back from confessing and making them a thing. The reservation was adamant. The kisses, the teases and the emotional support. Alex was surprised by the kiss, as it was the second time Gevia had initiated one.

It was a chaste kiss, but the feeling was there. Gevia was conveying her feelings through the kiss. Somehow, Alex understood that the kiss held meaning but didn't understand what. All Alex knew was that they were happy and Gevia was okay.

"..?" Alex had a startled look on their face once the kiss ended, but Gevia shrugged off Alex's expression.

Joshua was on his way to his house then saw the paparazzi at the gate. Flooding there and waiting for him to get out. He sighed, reminiscing on a distant memory. It was one of the things that he didn't like about dating someone rich and popular. He heard whispers surrounding him, but chose to ignore them. He was done with that.

He felt bad that he left Cale inside the classroom. After he said that he just wanted to be friends, and waited for Cale's unresponsiveness, Joshua went ahead and left. He couldn't wait for Cale to say anything when Cale looked like he was so against being friends with Joshua.

It hurt Joshua as well. The memories and what they could've been- better than before, but there were circumstances that were preventing that from happening. It will always be a core memory to Joshua and he does not plan on telling Cale what happened. He knew that something unruly would happen. Especially since Joshua is an innocent person, thoughts would naturally come in and sweep off all positive ones. That was how Cale's mind worked.

It has already happened. No point in crying over spilled milk. Joshua thought to himself. He turned back around and checked for another exit. The school had multiple gates. One gate was reserved, a special exit gate for students that are too popular to use the main exits. It serves as an escape route. Joshua giggled. Even before, he didn't think that a time would come that he would use that exit.

When he was with Cale, he rode with Cale in his car, never having the chance to play spies or celebrity games. He giggled again, feeling excited. On his way to the exit, he passed by someone familiar, but chose to ignore it. Then he stopped after hearing the person chuckle.

"Lovely seeing you, Joshua."

Speak of the devil. Joshua cussed in his mind. He took a deep breath, mustered a forced smile and turned around to see Zack face to face.

"Zack, fancy seeing you here." Zack smirked.

"I'm transferring here starting today. I just finished my papers." Joshua's eyes widened when he heard Zack's American accent. His thick dreamy British accent disappeared.

Zack laughed. His voice was handsome, like his face, and Joshua couldn't help but get swayed. His anger gradually softened up and disappeared as he continued to listen to Zack's laugh. Joshua's shoulder slumps down, comfortable enough to let his guard down around Zack.

"Man, the look on your face. It never gets old."

Joshua's reaction when Zack spoke in English made something clear to Zack. Joshua never heard of him, never saw him, nor knew of his existence until recently. The world knew of Zack's ability to speak in English with ease. It was so sudden that it even shocked the world. His sudden appearance on a TV show, showcasing his ability to speak in English and other skills, deprived the world of Zack.

"Wait, you know how to speak American?" Joshua couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I do. I travel around the world. Many do make fun of my British accent and some even can't understand the slang. I know other languages as well."

"Okay, now you're straight up rubbing it on my face."

"Rubbing what on your face?" Zack asked, insinuating someone else. Joshua understood and quickly looked away, blushing. He couldn't help but actually try and imagine it.

It had been so long since Joshua had it. He wanted it, but he didn't have someone to do it with, so he did it with himself. He wasn't exactly proud of it, but he had to.

"Oi, what are you thinking about?" Zack laughed, teasing Joshua.

"Shut up."

Joshua started walking away and Zack followed Joshua, whistling and skidding like a small child.

"Why are you following me?"

"You're the only person I know here."

"Gevia and Alex?"

"You think we actually talked like we did?"

"Of course? Don't you attend special events together?"

"Pfft, we do, but that isn't exactly what we need to actually talk in friendly terms."

Joshua sighed and stopped walking.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

Zack grinned, already playing out his plan in his mind when he was in the plane.

"Give me a tour, handsome."