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"Once I go to college, think I'm going to stay away from America for good. These have been the worst years of my life, and I hate the way being in this country makes me feel. Plus, I have to go to court and go through the whole American legal system. Technically I'm a US citizen as well as an Irish one, so I could just go back home if I wanted to, no issues, nothing like that." She looked up at him with her strange blue eyes. "Where will you go?"

 
Alexander made a shrugging motion with his shoulders. "I haven't quite figured it out that far. I honestly don't care at this point. I don't think it really matters. I don't really have any family anywhere so it doesn't make much of a difference. I just want to get away from here you know. " He was curious as to why she wanted to know. "So what are you doing here anyway? I thought you said you never wanted to see me." He noticed that she was one of those girls who's seemed to say one thing, meant another and occasionally even did a third.

 
Sinead said, "I'm a girl, and I was angry, okay? It was the heat of the moment, and.... ugh, you're so frustrating, you stupid drunk boy!" She got to her feet and walked away from him, folding her arms over her chest. "Plus I wanted to clear up the whole rumor thing, okay? Gosh." She sighed with frustration, moving out to the balcony. "Alexander..." She finally addressed him by his actual name. "Just... don't question why I do what I do."

 
"You are a crazy species...." Alexander mused. He couldn't help but cringe a little bit everytime she mentioned the rumours. He followed her out silently. "I think that is the first time have actually said my name..." He pointed out simply. When he drank he found little things amusing. "And I'm not that drunk!" He leaned against the open door to the balcony.

 
"Are you kidding me? Not drunk? You smell like a walking mini bar," she stated, looking back at him and shaking her head. "I can hold a few drinks, but that's just... rank, if I must say it." She smirked slightly, then looked back out at the sky. "But yeah, that's why I dropped by. So... yeah, I guess I should go now." She came back inside, then looked in the mirror, checking the bandages on her nose.

 
Alexander rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly at her. Even he found the mini bar comment funny. "It was only like one of those little bottles ." He told her, acting as if that wasn't that much. "You really came all the way out here just to ask me whether or not I actually did start those rumours?" He watched her walk back inside again and couldn't help but wonder why she kept moving around from rrom to room. "Where are you staying anyway?" He figured home was probably the last place she wanted to be at this point.

 
"That's more than you should drink in one night," she said, examining the bottle then putting it in the fridge. When he asked her the second question, she stood still, trying to figure it out for herself. "Well... you seem to be the only person who hasn't judged me and condemned me as a common wh***, to be ridiculed and hated. You hate me for just being myself." She tried to smile, but it was strained. "I'm staying in a hotel downtown. Both of my parents got arrested. My dad, for what he did... and then my mom has technically been arrested for child neglect, because she didn't do anything to help me."

 
"Yes Mom." Alexander mocked. He made a slight frowning face at her response to his question. He had see people shout the thigs they did at her but he ever quite understood where they were coming from. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to go through something as traumatising as she did and then have people ridicule you for it. "I don't hate you. Just find you extremely annoying." He nodded. "Are you okay?" It was something he had to ask, she was probably scared ad felt alone and hated and being all alone in a stange place probably wouldn't help that.

 
"You don't have to sugarcoat it. I know you hate me... it's okay," she said, giving a shrug. "I don't blame people for hating me because I'm smart. But... I can't help what happened to me, they don't understand. They don't get what my father did to me... and I don't want to tell them. I honestly feel ashamed of myself." When he asked if she was okay, she chewed her lips and thought about how to answer. "Well... no, not really. I miss my books and I miss my own bed. And even though I lived here for years now... I feel like an outsider."

 
"It's not okay, I I don't hate you. You just irritate the f*ck out of me. I think it's just that our personalities tend to clash a lot of the time..." He trailed off not exactly too sure himself where he was going. "You're right they don't understand, and you can't help what he did to you. You shouldn't be ashamed of yourself though, because it's not your fault, you didn't do anything wrong, you didn't deserve any of that." He wraped his arms around her pulling her into his chest. "You really need to understand that. You need to stop blaming yourself."

 
Sinead was more than surprised when Alexander pulled her into his arms and held her against his chest. Her face turned crimson, and she turned her face away from him, biting her lip. She rested her head against his chest, though, glad for some form of comfort from anyone. She hadn't known a caring gesture in quite a long time. She made sure her cast wasn't poking or prodding him, as that would probably be a bit painful for both of them.

 
Alexander held her tightly, trying to be sure to avoid crushing her arm or nose. "And Hey," He said tilting his head and looking down at her. "Who cares what the kids at school think about you. Most of them can barely tie their own sho laces..." He was taken a bit aback at his own instinct to hug her again but even more by her reaction to it. Any other time he had gone near her she acted as if he were the plague.

 
Sinead sighed softly, wrapping her free arm around him and pulling herself closer to him. She hadn't been really hugged by anyone in a long time; her mother didn't want anything to do with her, her father was... well, the way he was. Sinead looked up at him with a slight smile and tears in her eyes. "Thanks Alexander." He never ceased to surprise her. And she found that she appreciated that in him.

 
Alexander couldn't help but smirk a bit at the girl in his arms. "Are you sure you're feelin' alright? You're actually being... pleasant. You're hugging me and yoou just thanked me." He had never seen her act this way before, but then again with her he was never really too sure what to expect from her. "And that's enough of those tears." He told her "You look even wose when you cry." He wasn't about to change too much on her, and a peice of his sober self still lingered in him.

 
Sinead said, "Sorry. I guess it was just nice to be shown some kindness... that's all." She backed away from him and fidgeted with her cast, looking away. She took a deep breath, and it seemed like she wasn't on the verge of tears anymore. "Sorry..." But when he commented on her appearance she frowned. "That was kind of harsh! I'm sorry if I look that disgusting to you!" She sighed with frustration and headed for the door. "You're so intolerable sometimes!"

 
Alexander couldn't help but chcuckle a bit, a slight grin plastered on his face. It was just so easy to get into her head. He laughed harder when she made the comment about his harshness and her looking disgusting. He walked over to her leaning against the wall beside the door.

"I am," He atmitted. "But you love me." giving her a wide grin.

 
Sinead had to resist the urge to slap him upside the face. "Than you must not know a lot about me, or other women, for that matter. I like nice guys!" She stared up at him defiantly, her free hand trembling with frustration and anger. He really knew how to push her buttons and get on her last nerve. "You scruffy looking jerk!" She fumed at him, her face turning red. "You're not as funny as you think you are."

 
"Oooh, ouch. It's not nice to call people mean names." He scolded. "And is that your way of telling me I'm not nice?" Alexander asked her. He resisted the urge to laugh at her getting angry. It was so easy for him to get under her skin and get her all worked up and frustrated. He also found it enjoyable to watch her try and come up with mean things to say to him and names to call him. "And by the way, I AM very funny. Honestly though. Calm down, Princess I was just kidding." He dudked into the kitchen and returned with a bottle and a glass. "Here I think you need a bit of this."

 
"Quit calling me princess! I hate it when you call me that! It's degrading!" She fumed some more then shook her head when he brought out the alcohol. "Uh, hello? Girl on pain medication here. Do you want to kill me or something? I'll have water, please." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "And yes, I was implying that you're not nice. Because you're not, and we both know it. You act like what I've been going through isn't a big deal at all, and I really don't understand why. Haven't you been through hard times before? Haven't you just wanted someone who won't laugh at your misfortunes?"

 
"Oh, crap sorry. Forgot." He mumbled bringing them back into the kichen. He returned again and handed her her water. "I'm not acting like it's not a big deal. I just want you to be able to move forward from it. You can't dwell. It's stupid to waste your time on the past, it's done and you can't go back and change it so you might as well just move on. Highschool isn't fun for anybody, kids can be cruel and everyone goes through a peiod of bullying and stuff at one point or another in their lives." He shrugged slightly."And stop your whining. It is not degrading."

 
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