You can't decide whether money changes things or not; it does. You can decide, however, whether it changes things for better or worse.


38. Thirty eight

Alex and I are in Costa Coffee studying after school one day when he just looks up from his textbook out of nowhere and says: 

"Is it weird that we've only had sex once?" 

My eyes widen, looking around and then back at him. "Can you not say that so loud?"

"Well, what do you think?" he asks, closing his textbook and leaning closer to me. 

I shrug. "Maybe it's a little weird. Why? I mean if you want to come over tonight then feel free but I don't think there's anything wrong with us not having sex all the time and-"

"Shhh." he hushes me, laughing and taking my hand. He starts fiddling with the ring, smiling at me. "I don't mind, I was just asking. You're too interesting for us to just have sex all the time and not talk anyway."

I blush, shoving him. "You can't just have conversations like this in the middle of Costa Coffee, Alexander, god."

He laughs. "I've gotta go meet with a couple of my friends. But we do have to work on the music thing later, so are you coming over?"

I groan. "I forgot about the music thing."

"Me too." he chuckles. "But we've gotta perform it in a couple of weeks so we'd better start practicing again."

"You're right." I sigh as he leans down and kisses my cheek. "See you later."

"Bye." he ruffles my hair as he leaves.

I go over to his later on and we try to practice the song but we keep getting distracted by things. By each other, really. We just keep making jokes and kissing each other and talking. I keep just marveling at the two of us inside my head. I remember when he was just some popular kid who I didn't have an opinion of. I'm sure he remembers when I was just some nerd who he didn't have an opinion of but it's funny how things can change.

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