Lonely Lover-Boy

[Alex Lovelace]

Alex had had about enough lecturing at this point. Falling asleep during class, not doing assignments and not taking college serious was just the overall gist of the BS and he didn't mean bachelors degree that was coming out of Professor Quartermaine's mouth. It was already enough dealing with the hot, tart smell of his breath but to hear something that he didn't care about was all the worse.

So Alex walked off in mid conversation from his professor. The end result surely ending up being put in front of the disciplinary dean, somethng that he felt like he was an expert at handling at this point. He shrugged the thought off and pulled the tucked in white shirt from his black pants and continued his brisk walk down the hallway and out onto the quad.

The smooth breeze hit his face and the air crisp. It was so much different from home. He missed it. He missed his twin sister Kalina. But he missed his daughter most of all. He thought maybe if things worked out, he'd fly her up for a weekend. Maybe even to stay.

But that was just too much thinking for so early in the morning. He dug his hands in his pockets to find a lighter and cigarette. He removed them from his pockets and pulled back on the igniter. Looking to his left he saw a sign that said no smoking. He considered more disciplinary consequences. Then shrugged.

"Fuck it," he said to himself. He lit he cigarette and took a slow drag on the burning looking stencil. 

Taking a break to look around he noticed that he was in a quiet break/study area, hence the reason for the no smoking. Books and magazines opened and being peered into. Studying -something he should be doing more of. He smiled at the thought. "Yeah right..." he muttered underneath his breath.

One person actually had the audacity to stare at him as if he was wrong. He was of course but they didn't know him that well. He was known for being the southern guy out of place and not from a well known inheritance. Alex was lucky because of his uncle's talent at taking chances on the lottery.

He glared at the fellow while blowing out smoke. "Is there a problem?"

[Chelsea Valentine]

Chelsea walked out yet another great class. Studying psychology was something she had always wanted to do, and every single class was enjoyable, even the ones she had never dreamed of having. She put on the leather jacket that belonged to her dad when he was alive. She had, of course, pimped it out to make it look more like herself, but when she had decided to move to Connecticut to go to college, there was no doubt that she would wear that every single day. She grabbed her purse, sliding her arm through the handles and leaving it hanging around her elbow, then put her sunglasses on and walked out into the big hallways.

As she walked out towards the quad, she thought of how much Connecticut was different from California. She missed the beach more than anything else, and although she had already gotten used to the cold weather, she couldn’t wait for summer so that she could go back home and get a tan. She walked out, feeling the crisp, cold wind on her skin and cursing the school for having an uniform and not allowing girls to wear pants.

She reached into her purse and grabbed her sunglasses and her pack of cigarettes. She slid on the sunglasses and brought a cigarette to her lips, only to remember that since she had decided to quit –which was, in her opinion, the dumbest idea she had ever had- she had stopped carrying a lighter, in hopes that having a hard time finding one would be enough to drive her into quitting.

Just as she walked past the no-smoking sign, which was vehemently ignored, Chelsea spotted a guy smoking. ”You know, smoking here is forbidden.” she said, grinning. ”Can I borrow your lighter?” she added, shortly after.

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[Alex Lovelace]

The glares and the looks was to no surprise to Alex. He had been getting that since he had his daughter Kyra in high school, so this was normal and the least of his problems.

Alex went nearest the sign that said no smoking as he could and he propped his back up against the wall. He just so lived being the ideal image to an anti-rules ad. He smiled, dragging on the cigarette lightly.

He had closed his eyes in silent response to the eyes that was on him, for they surely could not stand the fact that he was smoking up their earthy atmosphere. He chuckled underneath his breath.

A voice came and taunted him about smoking even though he's not suppose to. He raised his blue eyes to look at a blonde girl. He narrowed his eyes, and studied her silently. He smiled to himself privately. The one thing he would get used to is these uniforms - oh he absolutely loved them.

He removed his back from the wall and closed the space between the two, placing his lighter just underneath her cigarette and lighted it for her.

"A rebel without a cause, huh?" he quipped to her. "I like it."

He propped back against the wall as he fastened the top of the lighter closed. Placing it back in his pocket, he looked down at his own uniform to notice just how untidy his was compared to the others. It was obvious to anyone he was nit from around here. 

But he likes it that way.

"You're the first person who isn't all DiCaprio up in here," said Alex. "Seems like everyone is all earthy here."

[Chelsea Valentine]

You didn’t have to be a genius to figure out Chelsea newest smoking partner wasn’t from around. His uniform wasn’t like everyone else’s; not to say it was composed of different items, more like it was… not worn the same. His shirt wasn’t tucked in and his tie was loose around his neck, as well as the charmingly unkempt hair… all of those were signs that he wasn’t from the are, nor was he from a rich family, and especially not part of a fraternity.

Frat boys had their appeal, of course, but rebels were always much more appealing, to Chelsea at least. Maybe being the daughter of a renowned rockstar was the cause of that, who could ever tell.

She inhaled the cigarette’s smoke deeply, feeling slightly lightheaded since she was on an empty stomach and hadn’t smoked in a while. ”I guess you can say that.” she said to him, letting the smoke out and grinning when he made a joke. She wasn’t a rebel per se, she just didn’t feel the need to follow pointless rules. They were in the quad, study area or not, it was an open space and if she wanted to smoke there, she would.

She laughed at his DiCaprio comment. She was used to that already, but when she first arrived she noticed how most people had an unbelievable Stepford air to them, like they were all very near perfection. It freaked her out at first. ”Yeah, well… could be cause I’m not from here.” Chelsea said, smiling. ”I’m Chelsea, by the way, Chelsea Valentine, the California bitch as they call me.” she added, chuckling and holding out her hand. She figured he would recognize her name if he was a rock’n’roll fan, her dad, Ty Valentine had been the lead singer of a huge rock band when he was alive, and the band was successful for about eighteen years, sixteen of which she was mentioned in the papers and TV. Being a rock’n’roll heiress was close to being Paris Hilton where she was from.

[Alex Lovelace]

Upon looking at the girl, Alex could tell there was something different sbout her. Even familiar but not like in 'i should know you' sort of way, but like how you look at a commercial and see a pretty face and then see her on the street and be like 'oh that's a pretty bitch right there'. In that sort of way, in a less than frank way of speaking.

Still, Alex knew that she too wasn't from here. She didn't have that aura - like his sister use to put it. She was not apart of the in crowd and she didn't while probably did come from money, it wasn't so well framed up her ass that she flaunted it like a pair of earrings.

No she was different and Alex was going to figure out what it was. But it didn't take too long before she explained it.

 His eyes went wide in a teasing way. "From California and a bitch. Good combination."

He exhaled some smoke from his mouth and noticed that his cigarette was getting a little low. He only had a couple more minutes before it was all gone, so he savored the moment.

"From the state where you got the Terminator going commando in front of the kiddies and the youth. Lucky you..." he said as he drew another ling drag from the cigarette. 

He took a swallow of the smoke, a habit he had taken from his other smoking activities. One that he might need to conjure up a little bit later on. Sometimes Alex realized you have to bring home to where you are.

He took his back from off the wall and extended his hand as well, taking hers and he gave a comfortable shake - not too soft and not too hard. He then applied his finest southern boy accent. 

"Well youse picked a mighty fine day to meet youse a s'uthen boy," he said with a bright wide smile, then he pulled up on his already falling down pants in a country cowboy kind of way. "Alex Lovelace iz my name and don't youse be fo'gettin it either."

And then he waivered his hand before himself, laughing just a bit. He then returned his voice to normal and let his pants fall to where the belt would allow them to.

He gave a nonchalant roll of his eyes. "I'm just known as the redneck hick who probably fucks his cousin," he spoke a little loudly so that others might here. Some even turned his nose up at them. Alex grinned, then turned to Chelsea and clarified. "I don't by the way."

And then it belatedly dAwned on him what she said her name was. Chelsea Valentine. So he did know her. Not know her know her but knew of her. He had seen enough specials on tv and all he heard was her fathers music growing up.

"Chelsea Valentine, daughter of legend Ty Valentine?" he asked though he knew he answer. "Holy fucking shit, my uncle loved your dads music. Hell it use to be my lullaby music as a kid."

[Chelsea Valentine]

Much as Californians hated to admit, the jokes the guy made were true, and the terminator comment made Chelsea laugh out loud. ”Yep, lucky me indeed.” she said as she ran a finger through her hair brushing it off her face softly, and knowing very well that it would be back in the same spot within seconds.

She took his hand and smiled when he greeted her in his original southern accent. She knew he wasn’t from around, she just didn’t know how far off she was in her assumptions.

”Well Alex, it is very nice meeting you!” she said, still smiling. It was very refreshing when she met people that weren’t a total pain like the rest of the school was, it was very hard to find people who were polite enough to have a conversation that didn’t revolve around how nice her legs looked in that skirt.

She theatrically let out a relieved sigh when he said he didn’t in fact fuck his cousin. She hadn’t expected him to, but she could see how people would see him as such, it was the view everyone had from country boys.

She looked down awkwardly when he finally realized who she was. She wasn’t the type of celebrity anyone would be proud of being, for starters, people only knew her because of who her father was; she was rock’n’roll’s Paris Hilton.

”Yes indeed, I’m his daughter…” she said, in a low tone of voice, not to drag too much attention to herself. ”What hmm… what’s you major?” she asked him casually, more interested in changing the subject than anything at that moment.

[Alex Lovelace]

The late registration of who she was must have threw her off because she seemed to have become numb just moments afterwards. He had kept his eyes on her facial expressions and they only faltered after he had recognized her. He suddenly felt a lump in the pit of his stomach. He knew how she was feeling.

In a small town like where he was from it was damn near a curse to be a Lovelace. Either a criminal or a whore. And they all were bastard children. Not a single one knew their daddy. And thAT was just the least of it.

Others had it hard just because they were either the sister or cousin to Alex. His reputation had not been the brightest and he was definately not one to bring to a social event where most of the people hated him, cause someone was going home with a bloody nose.

Maybe in his own way to divert the attention off the major subject, So he decided to say, "Doesn't feel good being just the child of someone, huh?" He looked at her with sympathetic eyes and shook his head. "I know the feeling."

He slowly took the last drag he could take off the cigarette and dropped it to the ground. Momentarily taking a breather before crushing it under his boot.

He ran a finger underneath his nose as if to clear his nasal area and then turned his eyes back to her. He nodded and perhaps to help make her feel better he said, "I may not have a name here but back where I'm from being a Lovelace is not a good thing. Shoot, yeah, it has it's perks but mostly everything is negative, ya know?"

Alex chewed lightly on the side of his lip before going any further. He felt for her though because his problems could no where near amount to his own problems. But he figured it might help if he told her a little about himself. Even the things he usually didn't tell anyone, especially when first meeting them.

Alex cleared his throat and went on, "But at least your dad rocked!" he had to jest all through the convo to lighten it up. At least she had a day she knew and not one who was likely to kill you if he ever saw you.

[Chelsea Valentine]

Chelsea’s reaction to being recognized wasn’t the smoothest of all. Sometimes she just couldn’t help it. Being Ty Valentine’s daughter had its perks, of course it did, it opened a lot of doors. She never had to wait in line to get into a club or a bar, drink offers poured down on her and her friends, she was invited to a lot of exclusive parties and things of the sort.

On the other hand, she was always overlooked because of it, people always saw her as the rockstar’s daughter, it never went any further, nobody ever cared to talk to her and find out if there was more to her than her bloodline.

She looked up to see the considerate smile on Alex’s face, and after his short explanation, she realized that it wasn’t just having a celebrity for a father that did that to you, in small towns they had it just as bad.

She looked at her cigarette that was almost done and took one last long drag of it, before flicking it onto the grass and running her fingers through her hair before reaching into her bag for a bottle of hand sanitizer and squirting some of it onto her palm, before rubbing her hands together, spreading the cold lotion over both her hands and letting it dry.

”At least he rocked…” she said, then chuckled softly, hoping the subject would change soon; she didn’t like talking about her dead father very much. ”So what’s the deal with you, how’d you end up here?”

[Alex Lovelace]

Here Alex could tell was someone different; unusual. And it made him feel a bit more at ease being about to relate to someone whom he never met and of course someone he had not expected to relate to or underetand at all. It brought a calming feeling to the pit of his stomach, not that he was nervous or anything. Yet it put him at peace to know that was unlike the Stepfords that was around here.

Alex admired the strength in her face though. In her heart, Alex was sure she wanted to break but her face only showed determination not to be distraught by the subject at hand. He smiled at the fervor in her soul.

But from the question she asked him next, it was his turn to put on a masquerade or not to. At first he felt his throat clinch up, and the words just could not come out of his mouth. So instead h lowered his head and kicked the imaginary dirt that would have been underneath his heel, drew his breath to only raise his head back up and stare off into the distance.

He scoffed lightly and honestly for no apparent reason but the memories that he had of his father and mother. "I never had much a dad. He left early on and... mom left soon after. She always loved the drugs more than her kids," said Alex his throat dry and coarse, reminiscent to how he was feeling.

Alex rolled his shoulders and into a shrug, "Best thing that could have happened to me and my twin sister Kalina though. Life would have been a royal fuck up if we hadn't. But to answer your question - my Uncle Tim... he... He was much more a father than the deadbeat I had and he had the luck when it came to gambling."

Then Alex drew a smile and nodded his head in appreciation. "He had always said that his money was going to a good cause. Just didn't happen to know what it was going to til the reading of his will. It was his dying wish for me to attend Yale like he had." 

[Chelsea Valentine]

Chelsea felt really good for having met someone who wasn’t as shallow as most people at Yale seemed to be. She wasn’t one to talk, not when she was rich and drove a convertible, wore expensive clothes, was part of a sorority and so forth. What no one knew was that there was a lot more to her than that. She was smart, laid back and loved her beer, as well as some other illicit drugs not worth mentioning.

She was so much different from so many of the girls in Yale. She was a tomboy, really. She had a hard time having girlfriends, she got along much better with boys, playing cards, playing ball and watching football whether on TV or live. She liked shopping, but not nearly as much as she liked sports bars, which is why she had such an easy time getting with boys, she was always around and was fun to be around too.

She noticed her question had pushed a button Alex wasn’t comfortable with, but after some preparing, he answered her question truthfully enough, which was also a shocker. If she had the chance to hide whatever facts of her past bothered her from everyone else, she would do so in a heartbeat.

She stayed silent as he told her the short version of the story of his life and flashed him a comforting, sympathetic smile when he was done. Her story wasn’t too much different, in the sense that she had absent parents, but of course, there was no drug abuse or neglecting that led to anything too serious.

Instead of telling him her story and turning a casual conversation into depression 101, she changed her attitude, immediately assuming a cheerier one, and playfully slapped his shoulder. ”Let’s go get coffee, it’s on me.” she said, smiling and nodding.

[Alex Lovelace]

Alex had shocked the foundation of their conversation with his revelation but in foresight knew that it would be a good thing. Chelsea was different and for that matter, henalso had to get he situation straight. He wasn't like these brats, never would be and he didn't want to feign the idea of being an outsider even though he truly was. With this being out of thenwsy early, whether he and Chelsea would become friends or not - at least she would know just how far she could with Alex. 

With that being pushed into the back of his mind, he didn't just manage a smile when she slapped him in he arm, he showed one of te biggest ones he ever had and that unbeknownst now but would surprise the hell out of him later on. 

"As long as you got something or we can stop somewhere so I can buy something to spike it with, then hell yeah I'm in," Alex said and he unbuttoned the rest of his white button down shirt to reveal his all white wife beater and a hint of definition for what lied underneath the shirt.

He took his back off the wall and came to move alongside Chelsea. Removing a cell phone from his pocket he glanced at the time and shook his head disapprovingly. 

"Yeah it's past time. I can't I don't have even a minor buzz on by now," he said in a serious tone, followed by laughter.

As they began to walk, Alex more following than leading, began to take off his white button down shirt. Stripping it over his shoulders and his head, the white shirt didn't stand a chance before it was thrown into the nearest trash can.

A small silver rope chain was adorned around his neck. Typically it went either or to whether the chain had a cross pendant on it. But today it did.

There was a tattoo on his right arm in the shape of the number seven and around it were seven different initials. Even after taking off the shirt, Alex gazed down at it and there was a glimpse of a smile on his lips, albeit a slightly repressed one. Ironically enough it had also been the arm that Chelsea had slapped playfully.

"Thank God for the new policy that says no more uniforms," Alex mutterred as they went on. "That alone nearly made me not come."

It was all in fun as it usually were with Alex and he continued now by walking besides her with his hands in his black slacks, and his bare but defined arms for all to see.

He looked over at Chelsea and then peered her over, his lips curled into a satisfactory yet teasing grin. "Now for the women... please enforce the policy to stay. I don't think I can get enough." 

[Chelsea Valentine]

Chelsea returned Alex’s smile and laughed softly when he said he needed to make a quick stop to buy something to drink, but before she could say whether or not she agreed, he finished unbuttoning his shirt, giving Chelsea a peak of a body she made a mental note to see the rest of as soon as she could manage to.

He checked his cell phone for the time, and judging by his expression, one would have thought he had some serious appointment that couldn’t be missed, so when he said it was past time he started drinking, she laughed along with him, their laughter breaking the awkward silence that seemed to always hang over Yale; people there were rarely ever loud, they avoided raising their voice for whatever reason.

”We’ll just have to do something about that, won’t we?” she said in response to his comment and watched curiously as he took off his shirt and threw it into a trash can, staying only in his tight wife beater, giving Chelsea a yet more teasing preview of what lied beneath.

She nodded in agreement to his comment on uniforms and nodded in agreement. ”I don’t mind them, but I can see how annoying they can be to some people.” she said, shrugging softly and being caught by surprise by Alex’s comment on the female uniforms having to be enforced while –playfully or not- checking her out.

She paused with her hands on her hips and faked an incredulous expression at him. ”Alex Lovelace! Are you hitting on me?” she asked him joking and playfully slapped his chest, as if she were somehow upset that he would check her out so blatantly.

[Alex Lovelace]

The fact that he wasn't intoxicated really pissed him off. The fact that he didn't carry a small bottle in his pants or something pissed him off even further. Was he trying to be a saint or something? This just wasn't like him. He'd just have to  punish himself by getting REALLY drunk.

The weird fact that Alex and Chelsea got along so well right off the bat sent chills down Alex's spine. She was just not like these types here, more like tr southern belles he would love to deflower back home except with more class. He could be himself with her - vulgar, potty mouth and all. And Alex made a note to himself that should be something to look for if he ever considered the thing called a "relationship".

He wiped some imaginary sweat from his forehead and said all out of breath like, "I really hope so. I think I'm going through withdrawal." Alex then started scratching his neck and looking around all nervously, toying the idea of what withdrawal would be like. But when he was done, he purely laughed it off.

But it was the slap on his chest that made him go wide-eyed. He smiled and laughed softly at how she feigned as if she was a little bit upset. He pursed his lips and said, while rubbing his chest, "OoOoh we have a winner! Fiesty, I like it. You want to spank me next?"

He blew her a seductive kiss and then moved in closer, planting and wrapping his right arm on her shoulder, he leaned in close is if he was going to whisper but all the while have this southern charming grin planted on his lips.

He leaned in close his blue eyes studying hers and this still only a brief moment though it felt longer and that crooked but sly loosened his lips and he spoke matter of factly, his southern accent slipping out, "What, a fine girl like you and I shouldn't hit on you? Puh-lease... that's like telling me I shouldn't have a drink before 12 o'clock."

And then he moved away, slowly slipping his arm off her shoulders and while it had been brief, he had learned a lot about Chelsea in the brief embrace. She was sexy and Alex loved it.

He scratched the back of his neck, "It'd be pointless and a waste of breath. You just too hot to pass up a chance of hitting on you."