Lexi takes after her dad, an ex-professional race car driver. She loves driving fast and fixing cars. She inherited her dad's old 1970 Chevelle and nicked named it Black Beauty, because of its color and how fast it can go. She recently restored the car back to it's glory and enjoys test driving it along desolate roads.
Lexi's aspires to attend MIT and study Mechanical Engineering so she can take over her father's engineering firm and design race car engines just like him. She is a straight A student and takes AP classes. If it wasn't for her aunt, she would've graduated her junior year and started MIT this fall.
Lexi glanced around the hall, pulling her hoodie strings so it practically covered her face before turning toward me. She motioned to go on.
Lexi's mouth dropped open as her ivory skin turned pale white.
Lexi's shoulders relaxed and she nodded.
Lexi beamed with pride. "It's one of the few things I still have of his, next to his baseball cap." She pointed to it on her head.
Lexi snorted. "I just don't like talking to strangers." She narrowed her eyes. "Like you."
"You never know, they can be a psycho," Lexi said.
"Just one," Lexi replied. "That was more than enough for me."
"I don't want to talk about it," Lexi said.
Lexi shook her head.
Lexi's cheeks and ears turned bright pink. "I guess it is."
"He's too," Lexi struggled with what to say next, "popular. Too many people watch him."
Lexi nods. "I don't like being the center of attention." She yanked her hoodie strings, tightening the hood even more than before.
Lexi's eyes shifted up to the right as the corner of her lip twitched and cheeks turned bright pink. Then her mouth turned down and the color washed away from her face. "It doesn't matter. We can't be together."
"We just can't," Lexi said.
Lexi let out a sigh. "No. I can't be with anyone. Even if they're the perfect guy for me."
"I can't talk anymore. I have to go," Lexi said while taking off down the school hall.