Emilie laughed, prodding Alex in the side with her finger. "Such a terribly dull life you live, little man. Don't you have friends? A little freshie girlfriend? Or is it just you and Captain OCD?"
He rolled his eyes with a smile, squirming a little at the poke. "Of course I have friends, but you're all older than me." Alex gave her another smirk. "And how could a freshman girl possibly compete with you in my heart?"
Emilie gave a somewhat over-exaggerated joyful gasp, clapping her hand to her chest. "Aaaw, you charming little motherfucker!" She exclaimed, pinching his cheek.
"So what you're telling me, Alex, is that you have no real friends?"
Alex made a face at the pinch, but didn't stop her or push her away for it. "I do what I can."
He shrugged at the question. "I have what I need to get by. Acquaintances, pawns, associates..." There were few people he respected enough to consider more than that.
Emilie couldn't help snort at his answer. "Pawns," she repeated.
"Look at you! Fourteen and you're already one callous little fucker. Looks like you're fitting in well." She hummed a happy little sigh and tightened her arms in a hug around his shoulders.
Alex nodded. "The ones I get to do my homework when I don't feel like it."
"Fifteen actually," he replied, smirking a little. He brought a hand up to rest on her arm. "So glad that I live up to the House standards. I would have hated to have been a disappointment."
"Yup, practically legal." Alex chuckled now, grinning. "Don't worry, I only get smart with you because I care. And you're more than welcome to come to my room any time you want. I think Brian would shit his pants, which is more than enough reason for me."
"But who cares about technicalities," Alex said with a shrug, smirking. He moved one of his hands to the back of her head, cradling it slightly in case the position got uncomfortable for her.
"Perhaps. But I hope not. There's a lot I'd still like to do in life before I die."
"The police," Emilie said simply, tapping him on the chin with an extended finger. "Maybe you'll get your chance because the littlest Redd goes postal, hm?"
"What they don't know can't hurt them," Alex quipped with a wink and a grin. "I'd like to think it's not hopeless and his rampage is avoidable altogether."
"Mm," Emilie nodded. She pulled herself up from her position hanging over his shoulder, she was a little tired of feeling like she was a dishtowel.
"You're really that desperate, aren't you?" Emilie leaned her head against his shoulder, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, her arms still draped over his chest.
"Maybe you should start with being nicer to him? They say it's always the quiet ones, you know."
"I'm never desperate," he responded, metaphorical nose going up. Alex may be many things, but he would never allow himself to be desperate. That just wouldn't be cool.
"I'm perfectly nice to him. I've never smoked in our room, I keep my side relatively clean, I look out for him when I feel he needs it..." He gave a little shrug. Brian was probably the only one among his grade he really considered a 'friend', in a loose definition of the word. "He's just weird."
"And do you? Have options, I mean." She was grinning now, her mouth against the skin of his neck. "I was a little younger than you when I first lost mine, so you've still got some time before it becomes... embarrassing."
"No, you can't. If you know a serial killer, you're already in danger. Something like 76 percent of homicide victims knew their killer."
"Of course." She echoed, yawning. She was a little bored of this 'I'm-so-cool' act. "Well I guess I better let you get to it then!" She stood up and stretched.
He turned his head slightly and tilted it, looking up at her, blinking slightly. "This second?" Well, he hadn't planned on it happening that quick. By the end of the school year maybe, but now?
"Don't lie, Alex." Emilie crossed her arms, scowling now. "And especially don't lie to me. If you can't man up and get what you want, lying about it just makes you look like a desperate loser."
Alex narrowed his eyes and stood up quickly. At this point in time he hated his age and height a little bit more than usual, wishing he had a few inches on Emilie to make his action perhaps a little more intimidating.
"I am not desperate, nor am I a loser." He kept his voice low, but it was still heated. "I'll prove it." And with that he began shoving his things into his bag, agitatedly.