Ms. Player Vs Mr. Player

Twisted Fate

Alex (P.O.V.)

After I came out of the gym, I made my way to my dorm to shower. I had at least one more class before the school day ended, but at the moment I could not be bothered. I needed to get drunk and release all the built-up energy in me.

Today is not the day to kill.

I thought to myself.

I just felt the need to get my hands around someone’s throat. Do you ever get the feeling that your anger needs to be fed with negative energy in order to simmer down and allow your body to return to a normal state of rationality and calmness?

No? Only me. Okay. 

As I got into the shower and I felt the warm water  gently tap against my skin, I rest my forehead against the wall and closed my eyes. I wanted to cry; I wanted to scream; my thoughts were getting too loud and I could not think. I needed something. 

I needed to feel something but at the same time I felt as though I was feeling too much, 

I let out a heavy sigh that seemed to be shaky as I began to feel more overwhelmed by my emotions. I no longer knew how to control myself. I felt the depression seeking in with the anger that I once dreaded, now there is another emotion that I dread. 

I am not myself when I am depressed. I am everything that I try to avoid. I wanted to be held and loved. I needed to feel warm as I allowed myself to get wrapped into the arms of someone. 

I missed my brother. 

More than I would care to admit. No one gets me like he does. 

I just - I needed him so much at the moment. I like being alone but at the moment, I felt lonely. 

I am not sure anyone would understand the difference between liking to be alone and feeling lonely and that sucks. Just this once, I wished I could have someone that understood my pain; who understood my thoughts and the reason I did certain things. 

I shook my head of the thoughts I no longer wanted in my head and shut the water off. 

After I got out of the shower, I put on a pair of jean shorts, a black crop top and a cardigan over it, before I slipped on a pair of Dr. Martens 1460 women’s smooth leather boots, grabbed my keys and made my way to the liquor store.

You may be thinking…what is a seventeen-year-old doing at a liquor store.

Well. I will have you know that I will be eighteen years in a month…or two. I am not really sure what month we are in. I should check that.

I chuckled. Madness.

When I got to the liquor store, I grabbed a few bottles and went to the counter to pay.

The guy at the counter looked at me and squinted his eyes in suspicion.

“How old are you?” He asked.

“How old do you want me to be?” I said smiling innocently.

He sighed.

Yeah he is probably not going to buy any bullsh!t that I have to offer. 

Sad really. I almost sighed due to my mental pep talk. That would have looked weird. 

Okay back to the present Alex. 

I really need to stop talking to myself. 

"Be my friend?" I accidentally said out loud.

The guy gave me a weird look before he continued checking me out. 

“Can I see some identification please?”

Well, he is no fun.

Good thing we would not be friends. He is so lame.

“There is an extra $100 in there for you, if you pretend you saw my ID. Either way, I will show you a fake ID and you will have no choice but to sell me the alcohol.”

I smiled sheepishly and twirled my hair around my fingers. Not trying to be seductive or anything, I am just trying to seem...cute maybe because I have been told that I have an evil face.

I must trick the human with the booze into thinking that I am innocent so he will be comfortable with me. 

I did not have a fake ID but I had the ability to run very fast. He can either take my money or get robbed.

He shook his head and took the money.

“Get out of my sight.”

“You made the right choice sir.” I smiled and left the store to make my way back to school.

When I got to my dorm, I put on some music, grabbed a cup of ice and got into bed. Time to drink my worries away.

The next day…

I had English as my first class today. I did not have a hangover from last night, but I did feel the need to get more sleep, and as a result I felt rather grumpy today.

I hated English class with a passion. I did not understand the need to study a language that is native to the country I currently resided in. We are speaking English after all, what is there to learn. As I entered the class everyone turned to stare at me, and the teacher paused.

At this point the attention was just given so I ignored it.

"Miss Black, would you care to tell me why you are late?"

The teacher asked is a deathly calm voice.

"Yes, I would." is all I said as I made my way to my seat.

I sat down and looked around.

"Did your mother not tell you that it is rude to stare?"

I said to the class. They all quickly turned around even the teacher.

I smirked. They better.

The teacher started the class once again and I zoned out.

"Alright class this semester we will be starting a group project about the secret life of William Shakespeare. You will be partnered with the current person beside you. This project will be done over the holidays."

There were gasps, then the class started whispering.

I turned to see who my partner was and almost hurled. It was none other than the man-w***e Alec.  

Why does the world hate me this much?

God? If you are listening, I believe in you and I believe you died to get away from me. I am sorry for being a nuisance. I beg of you to please take Alec Hawford away forever. If you do, I will go to church for at least one day. Or a few seconds.

I opened my eyes after my short prayer and peeked next to me to see if Alec had disappeared.

Damn it. He was still there.

I raised my hand.

The teacher gave me a questioning look.

“Yes Alex?”

"Can I switch partners? Mine has a disease call stupid and I heard that it's contagious.”

All the girls glared at me and practically looked long and hard at the teacher. Literally.

I rolled my eyes and sunk lower in my seat.

"Miss Black I would not allow you to switch partners and that is final."

She practically yelled.

I rolled my eyes.

I may be bad with a good ass, but I know my limits.

Sometimes.

I cannot be held accountable if someone chose to piss me off knowing that I cannot contain my anger.

"Do not worry Alex we would get through this together." Alec cooed.

“The only thing I want to get through, are your organs…with an axe…or a fork, if you would rather your death be slow and painful.”

I resisted the urge to punch him in the face.

"Do not talk to me" I snapped.

He rolled his eyes.

 I hate him even more. My anger has no impact on him.

"Teach, I was told if my partner dies, I will pass this class with an automatic ‘A’ right? You know, because I may be so distressed by his death that I would be unable to focus on finishing the assignment.”  I explained to her. 

She just scoffed.

How unprofessional.

"Maybe it is fate and you two were destined to be together. What else would be the reason you two keep meeting each other. It is destiny." She said sounding wise.

Alec and I burst out laughing.

“The only thing I am destined to do, is ensure Alec dies from the wrath of my hands…or knives – whichever comes first. I know you teach literature, and you must have an open mind about romance, but this is why you are old. Fate? Seriously. I think it's called karma." I said and she scowled.

Probably because I called her old.

"It is final no switching."

The old hag then turned back to her class, who by the way, were watching with amusement.

As the class was going on, Alec placed his hand onto my thigh and started making his way higher and higher.

Alec chuckled.

"Unless you want me to chop off your hand, I suggest you stop" I snapped.

"You know this is payback for what you did to me. That was embarrassing, so tell me what to do to you to make you moan."

“I think even if I came with an instructions manual on how to please me, you would still fail to even create some moisture between my legs. You are literally the reason why girls go from straight to bi to gay and should I care that you were embarrassed? You can get shot and I would still go to bed at night with no problem.”

"You should care because I almost died from embarrassment."

"The only thing I would care about in that case, is the fact that you did not die from a stab wound as a result of me stabbing you."

"Awe you broke my heart" he pouted like a kid.

"Did not know you had one."

"Alex and Alec stop that bickering before you two get detention”.

"Oh, shut it you old hag!"

Alec and I shouted at the same time.

The teacher started fuming.

"Get out of my class this instant!"

We both ran out of the class laughing. We both went into the office. While we were waiting for the inevitable, we spoke then something hit me like a brick.

Alec and I were associating with each other. Oh man I hope that teacher was not right.

"What is wrong you look like you had a flashback?"

"Oh sorry, I forgot you were here." I spoke.

He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

"I know you secretly want me" Alec said smirking.

"Ye-"

"Alex I seriously don't know what to do with you!!!"

I knew it was Richard. I turned around and glared at him.

"I know you can neglect me like you did my brother. You would finally have your wish. Just pretend that your w***e of a wife had the abortion. Are you even sure I am your kid?" I chuckled.

Damn. Homerun.

"Maybe that will work. I hate your guts. Why did you have to be my daughter? I am nothing like you. I am so glad your brother is gone. I would have killed him myself." He yelled.

I stood up and punched him. He dropped to the floor. I then took my chance and pounced on him before Alec grabbed me by my waist and pulled me off him.

“I know you already did.” I lied, but the look on his face when I said that made me think that I hit close to home.

I shoved Alec off and stormed out of the school. I went to my car and sped down to the only place I will get to see my brother.

Five hours later I arrived at the cemetery.

I ran to my brother's grave and began crying. Just then it began to rain, but I did not care. I missed him a lot. If only my brother were here, I would have him to comfort me. I cried even harder.

I bent down on his grave and sobbed uncontrollably.

Unknown #2 (P.O.V.)

"Chad man I'm going out be right back, okay?" I said to my best friend.

He looked up knowingly and nodded.

Hopefully, I will get to see her. I missed her so much. Ever since I ran away and never looked back, I have not gotten a chance to see her. I missed her so much. And it hurt me to see her sad.

I would go to the cemetery to see her leaving. I was always late. Hopefully, I would be able to speak to her this time.

I got into my car and sped down to the cemetery.

When I arrived, I saw a Pininfarina Battista parked on the sidewalk.

I chuckled.

Leave it to her to literally park where pedestrians were supposed to walk.

Also when did she  get that car? It is sick. I miss the days when I had money to play with like that. Now I am forced to conduct a monthly budget and figure out the best way to save money without struggling on a daily basis. 

I got out of my car, as I parked a little distance away from the cemetery and I looked around for her.

When I finally saw her, my heart stopped. The sight before me was truly mind-numbing. I missed her dearly. I started to walk towards her, slowly, careful not to startle her. I can see her crying. My heart twisted.

"Alexandra?" I asked softly.