Less than an hour ago her life had been perfect: An acceptance letter to Emory’s psychology department, one of the top 20 universities in the nation, a proposal from the man she thought was the man of her dreams, her “one”, the love of her life; the past year had been, simply put, perfect in every way.Alexa, who was known in grade school as “the freaky smart chick” or “genius girl”, was insanely smart and had skipped several grades during the course of her grade school years. This allowed her to graduate at the age of 15, as a sophomore. She had taken college courses during her two years in high school, and recently graduated with her AA, her major in psychology, at 16.
She met Blake two weeks after she turned 16 when she was doing the college campus tour at Emory. Blake was starting his second semester at Emory’s law school. As she walked around the campus, she had gotten lost, and asked him for directions. He was sitting under a tree and had looked at her, smiled, and offered to take her on a tour around the campus. She readily accepted, kind of lost in the brilliance of his smile.
He was 19, from Tampa, and had wanted to become a lawyer; had so since he was in middle school. After he took her on the tour, he asked to take her out to dinner that night, before she left to go back home, to Virginia. She accepted; they went to a nice, quaint restaurant in Atlanta. When he took her to her hotel, he asked for her number and if she minded if he called her sometime. She said no; four days later, he called, and that was the beginning of their relationship.
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Alexa opened the door to a girl she’d never seen before. “May I help you?” Alexa asked. The girl replied, “Alexa Daniels?”
The look on the girls face sort of worried Alexa, but she opened the door wider, “The one and only…Come in, how can I help you?” The girl walked in Alexa’s dorm, simply looked around and then went to sit in Alexa’s chair. “I’m Jessie McAlaister. I believe we may have a mutual friend… Blake Tyler?”
Holding out her left hand to show Jessie the ring that Blake had placed on her ring finger that magical night, she replied, “Yeah… He’s my fiancé. How do you know him?” Jessie inspected the ring, and replied, “I’m his girlfriend from Tampa. We’ve been together for almost three years. I had a feeling he was cheating…I wanted to make sure, so I had him followed… then I found you… I knew, but I wanted to double check… Now I know.” Getting up, Jessie walked to the door, and as she opened it, she said, “Good day Alexa Daniels.”
Sitting at her computer desk, staring at the screen, the blood began to drain from Alexa’s face. The conversation she just had finally began to sink in. The past year… the kisses, the hugs, the late night phone calls, lying in bed at night, spent from making love… all of it had been a lie. The whole time she was with him, the man who proposed to her, asked her to be his wife for the rest of their lives… had had a girlfriend the whole time they’d been together.
A total of ten minutes had brought her whole life crashing down around her. The scene played over and over in her head. Sometimes she had suspected…but she let it pass through her mind… he wouldn’t do that to her… But now it all made sense: Why he never took her to Tampa to meet his family, why he never let her talk to any of his friends, why he always evaded her questions about his home life… all of it made sense now.
Making her decision, she calls Blake’s cell. He doesn’t answer, so she leaves a message. “Blake, I need to talk to you. Please come by as soon as you get this.” She hung up the phone, sighed, and went to sit on her bed. Tears started to cascade down her face as she took off the engagement ring and threw it across the room, violent sobs racking her body as she lay down on her bed.
She awoke with Blake touching her face, asking what was wrong, wiping away the tears that fell even during sleep. “We’re over Blake.” She said, not looking at him, fearing the expression on his face.
Blake replied, using the name only he was allowed to use, “Lexxi Baby, why? What happened? I love you… please don’t do this.” Looking at him, she said, “Jessie McAlaister.” Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, the expression on Blake’s face was almost enough to make Alexa laugh…almost. “Get out Blake. I never want to see your face again. You are the worst sort of person… Everyone was right…you are scum… and I was too young and too foolish. I’ll send your ring to you when I find it. Goodbye.”
Blake tried to reply, mouth open, but no words came out. He walked to the door, a tear sliding down his face, and then whispered, “I’m sorry Lexxi, I’m sorry. Bye.” He trailed off and left her dorm, closing the door quietly as she lay on her bed sobbing violently once again.
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but that's okay. It helps make the story better. I like it so far. The third person narrative is a little hard for me to grasp cause i haven't been reading or writing in that style for a long time. But it's good. A few spelling errors (curses at Kevin for cutting spellcheck), but overall, good start.
