The Possessive Childhood Friend

Synopsis

"Alexander, what's wrong?" I asked. I looked up and caught his gaze, those dark eyes staring back at me. In the hotel room, the only light was a dim nightlight. I couldn't make out the expression on the boy standing half a head taller than me. Just moments ago, Alexander had me backed up against the cabinet. He caged me in with his body, both hands pressed against the cabinet, leaving me no way out. All I could do was look up at him. "Did you go to that mixer today?" he asked. As he spoke, he lifted his left hand and started playing with a lock of my hair. "Not really. It was just a few people hanging out, chatting, and playing games," I replied. "Were there a lot of guys?" he asked. "Yeah, about three or four," I replied. "Did any of them ask for your number?" he asked. "Yeah, I gave my number to two of them," I replied. His question came out of nowhere. As soon as I finished speaking, his hand stopped moving. "Why? Do you think they're good-looking?" he asked. "They're alright. I just thought I could make some friends," I replied. "What kind of friends are you talking about? You've got a total hottie standing right in front of you. If you don't want to be friends with me, who else would you pick?" Alexander teased. Alexander leaned in, closing the gap between us until there was barely an inch left, so close I could feel his breath. "Aren't we already friends" I said. Then I suddenly realized what kind of 'friend' he was talking about. "Alexandra, don't play dumb," Alexander said. My face flushed red, and I had no idea how to respond. After wrestling with my thoughts for a second, I pushed him away hard and bolted out of the room. Alexander stumbled back a couple of steps. He watched me run off, then looked down and couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself. Then, he strode after me.