When Sasha had said 'shopping' I hadn't thought she had meant going to procure an insane am out of lingeries and scandalous clothes. We had headed to the mall after classes and she had ganged up with the young clerk there in making me miserable. "Oooh, this one looks tempting enough". She said holding up a small red fabric which I couldn't quite make sense of at the moment. The clerk nodded in complete agreeance. "It'll go well with her skin". She said. "I can almost picture it accentuating those delicate curves". My cheeks flamed even more and I cleared my throat quietly. "Don't look so shy, Alexa, it's just us girls here". Sasha said to me. I knew, but it couldn't be helped. "Pink or green?". She asked the clerk. She thought it through for a moment before responding. "Green. It'll go well with her eyes!". She said and Sasha nodded in agreement. "Indeed it will". She said as she tossed a green cloth into the shopping cart. "What's your man like anyway? Does he like you b

There had been nothing wrong with how he had spoken to her the other day right? Absolutely nothing at all, Michael tried to convince himself. All he had done was set barriers between them, proper and well needed barriers. Their relationship—whatever it was that was between the both of them, it was sinful and only attracted pain to the people around them. Yes, see in the tears in her eyes had sought to unnerve him, but he had reminded himself that if had to be that way; she was after all not just his best friend's wife but his student as well, there had to be barriers between them. He had done the right thing.... He had done the right thing, but why did he feel like this? Why did he feel even worse than he had felt about the whole thing initially? "What's on your mind?". His gaze which had been glued to the coffee mug in front of him quickly snapped back to April's on hearing her speak. "Nothing much, just work I suppose". He told her. She nodded though she seemed unconvinced.

ALEXA'S POV "He didnt like it? What kind of a man is he? Who wouldn't like a nice little package like yourself?". Sasha raved on. I blinked my eyes a couple of times to clear the tears in them, just think about how it had gone yesterday caused my heart to ache all over again. After rushing to my room I had quickly climbed onto my bed and let all the tears and sobs out, I had cried so much, I had cried till my eyes were sore and till I could hardly breathe at all, and I had fallen asleep. "He didnt exactly say he didn't like it.....". I said quietly. "His......reaction.....it just wasn't what I thought it would be". That night had undoubtedly gotten into my head, it has made me bold enough to think that there actually could be something between the two of us, had made me bold enough to think that he could actually see me in a different way, that he could actually learn to love me. "I'm sorry, honey. I just...I have no words at the moment". Sasha said shaking her head. I couldn't

ALEXA'S POV To say my day had wad going agonisingly slow would be an understatement, it was probably because my mood wasn't getting any better, how could it anyway? I had convinced myself that there was no need to be hung up on the whole thing; i had seen him today after all, and he looked alright, and that was all that should have mattered. If he didn't want to tell me about what was going on in his life then it was fine, his business was his business. It was Friday, Friday meant a Philosophy class with Micheal. I had considered ditching the class but even i knew that wasn't such a good idea, plus it was so very unlike me. I had chosen to seat at the back of the hall so our gaze wouldn't meet by any means. And so far i was doing just fine here, but as i watched him lecture I couldn't help but wonder how he had changed so much; it was difficult to explain, like, he was the same person but he had changed so very much, there was this complete and absolute humorless aura surrounding

Third person's pov The day had fortunately gone by quickly and Alexa found herself brushing her haid once more to make sure she looked alright. It was time for the party and Sasha had texted her the address saying she told a couple of people she would be in attendance and they were expecting her. Her excitement had built up even more but with it came the usual anxiety,and for a moment she just sat in front of her dressing mirror staring at her reflection while deliberating on what to and where to go from here, while trying to decide whether or not she truly wanted to attend the party now. What if no one wanted her there? What if people made fun of her, what if someone tried to harras her? What if she seemed out of place, she couldn't help but think about all that at once. She had to accept that she looked different in the dress she was wearing, looked nothing like herself at all, and though she looked beautiful she couldn't help but feel insecure about her looks. She was dressed i