Chapter Two

Life Is All Knowing…well, the Principle Is

(Alex's 3rd person point of view)

Alex was walking past people. They were staring at him, they were whispering about him. That is, until he passed three girls. One of them was Alice Kinsley, he could tell. The principle told him to stay away from her, she was in enough trouble and Alex didn't want to be spotted with her because she was a troublemaker. She doesn't look like a troublemaker, he thought to himself.

Nobody does these days, kid, "said" his conscious.

I guess so, Alex thought back.

When he passed, he noticed that Alice was assessing him, smirking when she saw the converse.

Alex could tell that she wasn't one to be messed with. How could he tell, you ask? Well, her hair was one. It was blonde, straight, with a black headband with a small black bow on it. Even though all the girls wore the same uniform, she was the only one with neon green fishnet stockings on, and black high-topped converse. She was talking to one of her friends, in a whispering like motion, maybe. Alice's fingernails were painted black and her arms had handless gloves on them. She wore a black lacey choker that probably hid some hickeys on her neck. Alice's hands were moving rapidly and her blue eyes were emotionless as she talked. But when he moved closer, he heard nothing and saw that she was only forming words in her mind. Her face was heart-shaped, and her eyes were a pretty blue, not fake blue, though. Her hair was pin straight.

Staying away from Alice, he thought.

He passed them, finally, and saw girls who were leering at him. He walked over and sat with them.

"Hey, I heard about you," he called over to Alice.

"Who, Alice, Marie, or Lucy?" a petite red head asked him.

"Alice. The natural blonde."

"Who hasn't?" the redhead asked.

"What have you heard about me?" Alice challenged him to answer.

"I've heard that you just happen to be one wacko chick, who was related to Alice Kingsley," Alex said to her, fighting the smile from forming on his face.

"I may be wacko, but I am not related to her. Well, I am. But she was a disgrace to my family." Alex swore Alice just rolled her eyes at him/

Alex just shook his head. Impossible. I hate smart blonde's…make me feel like an idiot sometimes, he thought.

And the smart blonde's hate you too, Alex, the conscious said.

Before he knew it, Alice's friends were yelling at Alice to stop walking away and hold up.

Yeah… Alice = one crazy chick.

A/N: HEY! It is ME! So I just wanted to say that I hated this chapter. I just wanted you to know that Alex and her are pretty crazy. They both see each other, and they have conflicts with themselves with why they are interested with one another.

ALSO! THANK YOU to my fabulous first reviewer: It's a maze of Jaffas. (You sound a bit like my cousin… but she is totally cool! So don't worry…[oh, she knows who she is:])

Jaffas: I know it is confusing so I'll dumb it down a bit to understand my point of view and I'll simple it up just a teeny tiny bit.

Oh yeah, this is just made up so NO HATE REVIEWS PLEASE!

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