Disclaimer: I do not own anything - to be honest I made up Alexandria and I'm not even sure I own her. Let's just leave that to the smart legal people (see you totally don't want to sue me now!)

A/N: I managed to update/rewrite whoopie! Thanks to everyone whose reading this, you are awesome!

Previously: "Alexandria?" He asks, in a voice which I've only ever heard muffled from the brief and positively awkward phone conversations we've held. Full name...brilliant. I can see immediately the similarities in our appearances; we both have the same mossy brown hair and hazel eyes, though mine seem slightly browner (that's from Mum), and I'll admit that I'm curious about where the similarities end, but curiosity killed the cat...at least that's what Mum always says. I've never really liked cats. After a few minutes of just standing there I realise I still haven't spoken. As I start to speak my mouth becomes ridiculously dry, and refuses to form words, so in the end I just nod, and give what I hope is a smile. But let's be honest it's more like a grimace.

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Chapter Two:

The light tap of my nails permeates the car in an attempt to fill this God awful silence. I thought he was meant to be chatty, this ain't chatty. This is the opposite. This is...this is...quite painful honestly. I mean come on! Move those lips, start yapping, anything! Should I say something? What could I say? Do I talk about the weather? No, that's a rubbish idea! Nobody talks about the weather unless there's a storm going on or something...or it's sunny in summer, yeah that's a rarity. Wait...doesn't America get hurricanes and earthquakes and all that freaky shit? Come on geography knowledge is DC near a tectonic plate or not? Should I ask him? Out of the blue like that? He'll think I'm a weirdo...I think I'm a weirdo. Oh God...I'm criticising myself now! Why wont you speak? Do you know the best part about this...we've only been in this car for ten minutes and I've already gone insane!

It's a nice car though; black leather seats, lots of buttons on the display board...I wonder what the triangle one does...do you think he'd mind if I press it? Forcing my hand to stay where it is I continue to glance around. The joystick-y thingy means it's a manual and there's a socket to plug a phone or Sat Nav into. Phone. Mum. Right...need to do that...what's the number you have to put in front again? 22? 33? It was the same number twice...I'll send her an email it'll be fine. I mean who doesn't want to die young...I'll ask Anthony...sometime...later? I am such a coward, that's it Lex, look at your feet in shame.

What's that? Is that a? NO WAY! Oh my God! Can I laugh? Probably best not to. Can I be grossed out? Most definitely. Well I now one thing for certain, my dad is straight. Well unless gay guys read Playboy. Well they could...just saying.

Yes people if you haven't guessed it already there's a porno magazine on the floor. There is a woman staring straight at me, fully clad in a leopard print play-suit and well…she's not exactly hiding her…assets? Do people call them that? You know what, there is no nice way to say this so why on earth am I bothering? She's got her boobs out and she looks mildly constipated. There I said it…or you know thought it if you want to be pedantic.

Either way she's staring at me and it's creepy. But kinda funny and I can't help but smirk a little. I mean, my dad reads Playboy! Boys in my year read Playboy and then hide it in their text books so the teachers don't realise. Or at least the teachers pretend that they don't notice, it's a bit hard not to notice really, I mean they all gather round it like it's the Holy Grail and snicker like five-year-olds when they think no-one is paying attention. Besides there was this one time Harry Reynold (the 'womaniser' of our year) came out of Chemistry with a boner, I'm not kidding there was a tent in his trousers, and we have never let him live it down since.

My year is a bag full of laughs and I bet half the teachers can't wait till we...the rest of them leave...I guess I've already left, haven't I? Man this sucks. How am I going to cope without them lot? I mean, we've know each other since primary school! How can I start all over and make new friends? I don't even want to make new friends! I don't even know what 'grade' I'm going to be in. But at least the exam stuff isn't this year. SAT I think it's called, which is weird 'cause I took my SATS when I was ten...but I'm guessing it's gonna be a little harder this time. That's unless I get to go back home a sit my A-levels...but then I wont have done my GCSEs, so how can I do my A-levels? Urgh, life sucks! This is all Mums fault, if she hadn't sent me here then none of this would have bleating well happened and I'd be 'happily' sitting my GCSEs with all the other losers I know.

How long is this car journey going to take? It's...only quarter-past twelve...we've only been in here for twenty minutes, Jesus Christ save me! If it's twelve fourty-five here and the UK is five hours ahead (research baby!) then...I would be eating soon. That does explain why I'm a little bit peckish. I wonder if we could find a McDonalds...mmm McChicken burger, chips, strawberry milkshake and ketchup. I can practically feel myself salivating. Do they have service stations here? I mean we could just pop in and gorge on the delicious unhealthy goodness. Yep, I'm hungry!

Guys...there's still silence! Would it be rude to ask for food? Maybe he doesn't like people eating in his car, I mean it's pretty clean - you know despite the porn. Why didn't he get rid of it, or at least hide it? He knew I was coming, Aunt Jane told him months ago, I'd of thought that'd given him enough time to stuff it in his glove box or something, but no I have to sit in a car with a creepy woman staring at me whilst having one of the most stimulating conversations of my entire life. In case you didn't get it that was sarcasm, it's the lowest form of wit according to my Mum which makes it all the more fun if you ask me!

Okay, I'm going to go for it! I'm going to start a conversation. God help me! Okay, here it goes...any moment now...my mouth will open...never-mind. Shall I just cough? Yeah, that'll work. So, I clear my throat and his eyes snap onto me, well this isn't awkward on anything THINK brain THINK!

"So, how long till we reach your place?" ...that'll work, at least it's not the weather.

"'Bout twenty minutes, depends on traffic." His gravelly voice replies as he swiftly returns his eyes to the road. Is that it? Is that all you're going to give me? Come on speak! Mum said he was chatty, this is definitely not chatty! This is the opposite of chatty! I turn my head slowly to the left, biting my lip as I begin to analyse him. He's wearing a suit on a Saturday, why wear a suit on a Saturday? Surely that must be uncomfortable…it's a nice suit though; I'd say he looks pretty dapper – for a man who has porn in his car.

This is SO awkward! What did I do to deserve this? OK, maybe if I reply that'll get the ball rolling.

"Cool." ...nope ten times worse, now I sound like such an idiot!

"I enrolled you in a school round here." He says breaking the silence a few minutes late. Change of topic but that's okay the ball is rolling I repeat the ball is rolling!

"Right" Thanks brain! Was that the only term of acknowledgement you could come up with? Please talk, please talk.

"It's meant to be pretty good and you'll only have a short walk." Oh thank God! Wait how short is a short walk, like ten-fifteen minutes? Do you think I could ask what a block is or is it bloc? You know, they always say in films that it's around the block...oh I need to respond...errr...will 'great' do? I'm gonna go with 'great'.

"Great." told ya I was going with great...now what? God I think I actually preferred this conversation when it was dying a long and painful death.

Is he gonna talk again? No? Okay then...lets just enjoy this mind numbing silence then. Ohh look at the pretty lampposts illuminating this motorway...it's so big...why is everything so big here? I come from a town not a city, living here is going to be a whole new ball game. Please tell me that was the right phrase.

Either-way I'm not particularly good at ball games…but no-one has to know that. Hey, I could go to this school and be a sporty person! Like a Jock or something! Pfft...yeah that's not gonna happen. It's not that I don't like sport...it's just I'm pretty hazardous...and competitive. Ironic no? I mean it wasn't my fault that Lily's nose broke; I was trying to score and she got in the way...it's not like I tripped her on purpose...or at least that's the story I'm going with.

This is a bloody long twenty minutes.

Thanks for reading! I don't know if I'll be able to update tomorrow but I'll try and finish rewriting before I go on holiday - whoop whoop - and before I find out how badly I've failed my AS (first part on the A-level which I wrote about).

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