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★ tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab ALEXANDERSTEELE
IF YOU TEAR HER WORLD APART, YOU HAVE NO REGRETS. IF THERE'S A KEY TO YOUR HEART, NO ONE'S FOUND IT YET
IF YOU TEAR HER WORLD APART, YOU HAVE NO REGRETS. IF THERE'S A KEY TO YOUR HEART, NO ONE'S FOUND IT YET
IF YOU TEAR HER WORLD APART, YOU HAVE NO REGRETS. IF THERE'S A KEY TO YOUR HEART, NO ONE'S FOUND IT YET
IF YOU TEAR HER WORLD APART, YOU HAVE NO REGRETS. IF THERE'S A KEY TO YOUR HEART, NO ONE'S FOUND IT YET
ALEXANDER was already bored, but he supposed that was no one's fault but his own. It was he who chose to isolate himself from everyone, after all. Why try to make friends when he already had more than he originally planned on having? Besides, he would most likely just comment on how someone's costume was unoriginal (as if he had any right to talk), or how their parents would be very disappointed. And that was only if he was in a good mood when he approached a person. Thankfully, he was saved from boredom when his best friend finally joined him, a smirk stretching across his scarred features. "Don't forget about the booze, bro," he said, holding up his empty plastic cup. "Even though, nearly naked girls definitely trumps alcohol. And when they're combined, it's even better." Yeah, Alexander felt no remorse when he took home a drunk girl; it was good for him, because usually, they were unable to remember much the next day, the only sign of his being there was any soreness between their legs, so he rarely got any calls after a drunken one night stand. It worked out well for him. Usually, at least.
HIS mouth opened, prepared to make a sarcastic comment about how flattered he was that Jack had chosen to walk away from a chick to hang out with him instead, but before he could get the words out, Braelyn already joined them. ********, she was hot, but probably off limits, because he didn't have sex with friends. Because friends with benefits would lead to feelings, if he learned anything from movies, and feelings weren't something he wanted to deal with. That specific feeling wasn't one he'd ever felt before, but it wasn't one that he wanted to feel either way. Being detached was easier. And, if it hadn't been for the fact he hated to be alone, he would have gone as far as avoiding making any friends whatsoever, but he had to admit, it was nice to have people that didn't want to punch him in the face every time he opened his mouth. Or, at least, if they did want to, they refrained.
SO someone was able to tell who he was supposed to be! Sweet. Not that he particularly cared for James Dean in the first place ---- he just wanted a reason to be able to still wear his jacket. He could have done worse, though, like going as a biker, and leaving his hair exactly as it usually was. Taking the offered jello shot from her hand, he cleared his throat. "I just wanted an excuse to steal Handsome Jack's hairdo for a day," he smirked, lazily slinging an arm over Jack's shoulders, patting his best friend on the chest. "I mean, mine's better, but you know. Twinsies and all." He gave a sarcastic snort, dropping his hands and arms back to his sides, eying his empty cup. "I disagree, though. I'm definitely the sexiest man alive. Even Channing Tatum's got nothing on me. I'm like sex on legs. A sex god." His words were followed by a scowl, the corners of his scarred lips curving into a slight frown. [********. I should've gone as a Greek God, just so I'd be able to say that." Breathing out deeply, the frown was soon replaced with a smirk as he straightened up, his shoulders lifting in a shrug. "If I went in just my underwear, no one would be able to handle it. They'd swoon from the sight of it all. I didn't want anyone falling over and hurting themselves, so I decided to stick with covering myself up. See? I'm considerate." He said this with a hand placed over his heart, though the smug smile on his face made him look anything but sincere.
AT the mention of a blonde, Alexander took a glance over at Jack, arching an eyebrow. "Is that the babe you were talking to before you ditched her for my amazing self?" It seemed like a good guess, though he could've been wrong. After all, there were plenty of blondes around, and he hadn't even seen Jack at the night of a carnival, having been too busy getting his french fries stolen by Nathan. "Did you already bone her? Was she gettin' all clingy, so you had to break it to her that she was just a hump and dump or something? 'Cause if you want her to leave you alone, all you need to do is tell her you got AIDS. I mean, no one else will ******** you if they hear, but she'd get off your back." An amazing piece of advice from Alexander Steele. And this was exactly why he rarely ever gave advice. "Unless you failed at getting her in bed, I mean. Then none of that's necessary."
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